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“We were the same soul split in two and walking around on four legs. It seems unnatural being born together and then dying apart.”     – Melodie Ramone

I love the girl. Can I not have something gentle too? The winter is outside this time; I have locked away the moon and nothing white shall hurt us. So let me have just this. Her smile in the dark. Our hands, held up against the softening light. —Violets, by Yiwei Chai

THE GODS ARE NO LONGER KIND.

She’s found in the kitchens on some nights, running in the vast rooms, flour coating practically every inch of her. Chances are that when you see her, you’ll be asking what she’s cooking up – or at least, what’s in the oven. Because she’ll likely be baking more than one thing at once. She’ll look up when you ask, slightly frightened because she hadn’t expected to find someone here so late at night, and ALSO because she simply shouldn’t be in there.  An excuse will rush to her lips, her eyes averting, her posture slightly tense until you reassure her that you won’t spill her secret. That it’s safe with you. Her cheeks will flood with color as she returns to the countertop that most of her ingredients are set on, and she’ll offer you a portion of what she’s making. She emanates happiness at night; here, she has no one observing her every actions. Here SHE is the master chef, the one that chooses what is changed in the recipe instead of a mere apprentice. She’ll converse with you if you choose to sit, if you are kind enough to listen to a lowly red ramble on and on. She’s nervous as well, but if the conversation continues, you’ll notice her calming down. You’ll see that she’ll look at you while she mixes ingredients, or that she’ll laugh louder than she should. 

featuring Atalanta Thany, Cassius Lerolan, Enzo Verdier, Nixon Blonos, Octavian Rhambos & Suriel Arven.

I love the girl. Can I not have something gentle too? The winter is outside this time; I have locked away the moon and nothing white shall hurt us. So let me have just this. Her smile in the dark. Our hands, held up against the softening light. —Violets, by Yiwei Chai

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she was a Q U E E N with neither C R O W N nor K I N G D O M, the most POWERFUL piece on the board with NO MOVES left to make,                     -----     SO SHE OVERTURNED THE TABLE.