#doing handstands

((“Killing people isn’t the answer.” Jack could see Pitch was not pleased with his answer. He could see anger clouding golden eyes, a tremble in the long limbs. Jack drew himself up as tall as he could. If these were to be his final words, he would try and make good use of them. “You can’t change things by stooping to their level. We should be working toward equality. Show them we are not just toys, but real people. This … wiping them all out and carving out a new world, it won’t work. They’ll just see us as something to be feared, something that should be destroyed. That isn’t freedom.”

(("“You will cease these games,” the man growled. His grip hardened and Jack winced. “Or I shall replace more of you than just your leg.” Pitch’s expression softened and he seemed to deflate, exhausted. His forehead pressed against Jack’s, and Jack tried not to squirm away when the pad of Pitch’s thumb brushed just under his lip. “Please be good for me. I don’t want to have to destroy you.”"

My doe, my dear, my darling