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[countingthunder]

Had a sister once. Older, more your world than your parents. She used to kiss your hurts better, one feather-light to the corner of your mouth and it always worked. For her own, she liked to play with razerblades, said it helped with the pain. You tried it once, but couldn't understand

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[memory_sketch]

That's...really sad.

[countingthunder]

Doesn't mean anything.

[memory_sketch]

What do you mean? Doesn't it hurt to lose someone close to you?

[countingthunder]

Immeasurably.

[watchworldburn]

*Have a un-makeupped and plainclothes Joker*

And now, I'm always smiling~

[countingthunder]

But only on the outside.

[watchworldburn]

That's all people ever see, when it comes to men like me~

[countingthunder]

Only three dimensions to an image, makes it easier to get a mind around, they don't have anything else to spare.

[theidiotchild]

River, what's wrong?

[countingthunder]

He tells you anyway.

[theidiotchild]

What do you mean?

[countingthunder]

They're not hiding either, just show up when he needs one, weave them out of nothing because they mean nothing.

[crawling_what]

[ Lounging around outside of Midgard on its back. ]

They all treat you the s~a~M~E~

[countingthunder]

*momentarily unfazed*

Same differs enough from her perspective.

[crawling_what]

You're SpeCia|_

[countingthunder]

Nothing to see here.

[carboncopy_baby]

[ Sneaking up behind her, then puts his hands in front of her eyes? ]

Guess who~

[countingthunder]

*takes his hands and holds them there, blindly tracing his orobouros mark with a thumb*

My version.

[carboncopy_baby]

[ Kisses the back of her neck, just standing there ]

Always and always -- had fun under my bed?

[countingthunder]

*tugs his hands down and glances back at him*

Difficult to read without any light.