Hello Folks. I'm LMX, your guesthost for the week (or at least until Thursday!). I'm sneaking in a bit early this morning, because unfortunately real life stops for no internet responsibilities, but please be aware the weekend competition continues until midnight PST - so there might be time to fill one or two more lonely prompts before submission
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Arthur as a child was nothing like what his peers would expect. Arthur as a child was angry, bitter, and dangerous, to everyone and everything around him.
Arthur as a child liked dogs. And cats. People, he couldn't stand. Other children shied away from him because they could tell. Adults ignored him when they could, and punished him when they couldn't.
Arthur was disorganized, never hid what he thought, and attacked even when he had no escape plan. It wasn't until the army - which he'd been forced to join, either that or prison - that he learned self-control. Even now, that is tenuous.
(There are days, here and there, where no one can say where he was. The corpses know, but they'll never be found.)
Dreamshare is the best thing to ever happen to Arthur. He can kill and kill and kill again with no consequences. Projections bleed, and they cry, and they suffer, and they die - with no consequences. No one cares about projections. No one notices when they die. He’s killed a thousand people in dreams ( ... )
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Mal, though. Mal used to smile at him. Her projection wore the same smile, every time she killed him.
and I really, really adore the small-town-record dream. And how absolutely perfect is that last paragraph?
Gosh, this just gave me chills, thank you so much for filling!!
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Exchange the sunshine
For brown eyes and dark skies
Exchange this dull life
With you
- "Screenwriting an Apology" Hawthorne Heights
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