Wishes
I wish I could get my hands on a real Malaysian 13-lok kris (more than a foot of wavy-bladed knife, for those who don't know what I'm on about look here. There used to be one in the props bin of the school theatre, back when I was 17, and we got on famously despite her lack of a point and the flecks of paint on her blade. I want one willing to be called 'mine', damnit, a real one with an actual soul that I can reach out and touch with due reverence and respect.
I miss that knife. Bloodthirsty she may have been, but she was beautiful despite her flaws.
Ahem. Yes, I can get a little strange about beautiful weaponry.
I miss that knife. Bloodthirsty she may have been, but she was beautiful despite her flaws.
Ahem. Yes, I can get a little strange about beautiful weaponry.