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"Always knew... we'd finish right... where we started." The flicker of Frederic's smile revealed the blood climbing the cracks of his teeth, and Ethan felt the ground drop away from him. He was falling again, in this airship, in his father's ship, falling as if for years he'd never stopped. He curled around his brother's frame, like he could hold onto Frederic, dig his fingers into his very soul, and refuse to let go. "Don't say that, don't- hang on-" "Eddy," "You have to be-" "I'm sorry." Ethan didn't recognize the noise he made, only knew that it was stripped away from him in agony. "You can't," Ethan croaked, burned by the tears spi

I've become a hedonist After meeting you Your existence is proof That the purpose of life Is pleasure

Once upon a time there was a house haunted by a monster. It raged, night and day. Sometimes it slept but nothing was spared. So I packed a bowl, lit a match, and I smoked the monster out until it became an empty house, an empty husk, where once a person used to be.

Shadows stretched out far ahead of the woods in the light of the setting sun, the darkness beneath the eaves absolute. Aidan stood on the fringe of the forest, staring ahead, hands held lightly behind his back. He had no intention of going any further. It could've been hours that he stood there, patient as a statue, searching for a face among the trees. There wasn't the lightest wind, not the faintest hint of birdsong or creatures in the brush. It would have been an eerie place in the real world, but on the edge of the realm of Death, Aidan felt at home here like he did nowhere else. Especially now. He inhaled deeply, and upon exhaling, hi

If someone tried to hold me, A screech of rubber on skin Instant protest of intimacy Ignored until my soul pops Or bruised until I am soft Without shine, without form Drifting away, forgotten And shriveled to nothing

Someone sing me the sweet notes of my mythos Someone reach in and pluck the first fruit that grew from my limbs Someone cradle the child I buried in my bones in the dead of winter Then someone forgive me- I never imagined there'd be a spring.

Frederic wished he didn't wake up immediately knowing that he'd been drugged, but unfortunately such things were becoming familiar the longer Ethan was back in his life. Most days the trade seemed fair. Reconnecting with his brother often outweighed his eccentric methods, but he couldn't manage any optimism at that moment as he slowly dragged himself to his feet. "I told you not the poppy, it gives me a headache," he grunted, teeth clenched. "That's why I made you this," Ethan replied, holding out a steaming mug. Frederic opened one eye and leaned forward as he sniffed the air. Ethan's smile curled as his frown deepened, taking the cup of t

This heart has many rooms but I try to stay out of the ones that sound like you. Rooms where the walls thrum and shiver with your laugh, where the mantle of your smile hides beneath the cluttered memories of your eyes. I can sit there for hours, wondering what could have been, and it's not always easy to lock the door again.

"Did you enjoy the food, Captain Lassiter?" The ambassador smiled at Frederic, indicating the empty plate in front of him. Frederic's stomach curled inward as a rush of saliva flooded his mouth, but he was quick enough to put down his fork and smile back. "Please give my compliments to your cook," he replied. It wasn't difficult to convince the ambassador of most of the demands from the Imperial Commission, but it was still three hours later that he and Ruth finally escaped the manor grounds. Frederic was so dizzy with hunger, he thought he might faint. It was why, for a moment, he thought that he'd imagined his first mate knocking on the