bdwilson: (Exercises)

There were times I understood his choice. When I left another home, ran another time. When all I could see in my future was the freezer and wanted any fate but that.

Mostly, though, I remembered how broken our mother’s eyes were when I finally made it home. I remembered how everything he’d built was shattered with the bullet. I remembered how it didn’t stop the company from taking what it wanted.

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bdwilson: (Exercises)

It’s a cliché, but it’s still true: attachments are dangerous. I’ve done better than the other by using it as my guiding principle. Don’t set roots, keep moving, stay casual. But that’s a fucking lonely way to exist, especially when you’re on the outside looking in one what you want more than anything.

Never knew how much worse it’d be to get invited in.

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bdwilson: (Exercises)

When I was a child, I can remember believing charms had magic and rhymes had power. The very connection between the words made cracks and errant steps dangerous to my mother, and rain could be banished to some distant point in the future. It never seemed to bother me that the storms didn’t stop immediately, or that my mother’s back remained intact even through occasional inattention.

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bdwilson: (Exercises)

When was the last time someone asked me what my name really was? Hell, when was the last time I gave an honest answer?

This is a bad, bad idea. It was stupid enough going to Liev, but going home with him? Fuck, I must be nuts. I should leave before they wake up, but I know I won’t. I’m just too fucking tired, and no matter how much it hurts, I need to do this.

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bdwilson: (NaNoWriMo 2012)

It’s been seven years, big brother, and I’m still here. You wouldn’t know me to see me, and not for the obvious reason. Everything has changed.

We tried so hard, but they took us one by one. It seemed like such a simple thing at the time. Get the tech, get your research, get revenge, then… get on with life? I never planned that far, not really. Maybe I expected to get caught. But here I am, and everyone else is gone.

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bdwilson: (Exercises)

There are days when the only way to feel the wind is to take to the roofs. Even within the limits of Arkadi they can’t stop the air from moving entirely, no matter how they try. The distence from the city below helps, as does the breeze on my face. It makes me forget it’s just as trapped as I am.

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bdwilson: (Exercises)

Phantasim wasn’t even in full swing yet, but the tables by the runways were packed. Proximity made friends of strangers, and they all wanted to be close to the dancers. It was almost sad, how much Arnold wasted on the holos farther back. Only the shy ones picked them over the real thing, or the ones who weren’t really there for the show.

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