His name is Kronid. His name is also Rozhkov. He can make your problems disappear. The question is what it costs you.
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@AMaLaDeaBella Speaking of roots, call me Kronid, if you don't mind. I've convinced myself the suit's in no hurry to leave the shop, and neither are the stains that tend to find me. With that, I'll see you at the next turn, @AMaLaDeaBella.
@AMaLaDeaBella Let me say it's a real treat having you here from word one. Knowing you prize your reading time makes the support all the better for it. That's the kind of welcome I never expected when I first took root here. So, count it taken also. Β¬
So I turned the sharpness outward. Cut open outside structure so cleanly it stayed convenient. But inside.
That cut runs on and on. The line on my forearm stayed white and hard.
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@ATouchOfDysis The bookmark curse is real. I've had to wrangle mine more times than necessary. Pried this one out of drafts for a little experiment, so I'm stoked you gave it a moment. Even more, @ATouchOfDysis, I appreciate you telling me how it landed the way it did.
That's good to sit with.
memorising hard how to choose them again.
She would have paused at this. Lip bitten, released. How she would have turned the word in her mouth like a stone from a river she never crossed.
The things of her I see in you.
The suburban train came shuddering into Rizhsky station nearly three months ago now, past the wooden bench where someone had carved a keyhole, the one you sat on during a long wait (raw-edged, with no news from the place you'd left). Β¬
Low in the sugar fog of fruit, he kept repeating π§πππππ¦π, squeezing the flesh. How to say that this made you want to taste? No stomach for sweetness. No throat for the name he'd learnt to call ripe.
Still, here it was: someone giving someone language and someone Β¬