#brev

Vocês já sentiram estranho o fato da gente passar tanto tempo pesquisando e se envolvendo em histórias de outros países? Eu fiquei bastante tempo no fandom de AmRev, o que me levou a Frev e eventualmente eu pensei "se é pra escrever fanfic de burgueses brancos, por que não escrever sobre os brasileiros?" Afinal, nós tivemos também nossas revoltas liberais inspiradas nos mesmos ideais iluministas. (Conjuração mineira, conjuração baiana, revolução pernamucana, etc). Existem diversos paralelos com essas outras revoluções (e a semelhança entre elas foi o que me fez começar a gostar de frev em primeiro lugar).

Do your fingers still type, sibling?

I see the name now, burning through unlife. But I have to ask if you see things. Has your rot gotten worse since turning. Originally it was just voices. But now I'm starting to see my father in the corners of my eyes. I hate him

Our fingers always knit, brother, restless and sticky as they are. They knit and listen to the wind passing through the strings; whispering in our ear secrets of changes afoot. We have no knowledge like a violin sound has no words, but we listen keenly...It was always bad, but not like this, never like this... And we know. We've seen the Dread Father too; we've all eaten his flesh to become one with him... And now He stirs in our blood again, like an embryo in the womb... We are afraid, Brother. We are very afraid. He Sees us, like we see Him, and he smiles at us, beckons us closer, wants us to BE him... And then, poor Irres and poor Brev will be no more. There will only be Malkav.