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do you remember

Sun, 19 Apr 2020 23:32:55 GMT

( when you were young & you wanted to set the world on fire? )

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some things you can't explain away

Sun, 19 Apr 2020 22:59:32 GMT

( but the heartache's in me til this day )

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it won't break me, it won't break me

Sun, 19 Apr 2020 20:58:56 GMT

( i just fake it all and believe )

( it's just a long, long, long way to go to die )

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it's memories that i'm stealing...

Fri, 12 Jun 2015 05:38:16 GMT

( ...but you're innocent when you dream )

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all reservations pass when chances slip away...

Thu, 11 Jun 2015 02:12:00 GMT

( ...all songs play better from confusion )

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with tornado watches issued shortly before noon sunday...

Wed, 15 Apr 2015 01:05:54 GMT

( ...for the areas including the western region of my mental health... )

( ... and the northern portion of my ability to deal rationally with my disconcerted precarious emotional situation )

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flaming heart, ain't it sweet...

Wed, 15 Apr 2015 01:02:59 GMT

( ...lighting the word at your feet )

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Tue, 14 Apr 2015 08:30:14 GMT

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what will you be wearing there, the lion or the raven hair?

Thu, 04 Dec 2014 00:20:26 GMT

( the flesh will all be tearing but the tail will be my own )

( in the coliseum )

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if you fall down enough, soon enough, you will find hell...

Tue, 02 Dec 2014 23:29:57 GMT

( it can't be as pretty as we hoped it would be )

( ...it's not even warm here, not even ten degrees )

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water, it won't ever run clear...

Wed, 26 Nov 2014 08:19:43 GMT

( rinsing out your heart in the sink )

( staying, all you'll ever get dear, is a paler shade of pink )

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'no good' you say?

Wed, 26 Nov 2014 08:15:01 GMT

( well that's good enough for me )

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i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay...

Wed, 26 Nov 2014 08:11:23 GMT

( ...it's never fine when you go away )

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i know that tomorrow will be the same...

Tue, 25 Nov 2014 00:10:30 GMT

( ...i'll find a new excuse to make the same mistakes again )

( i've been here before, i know i'll be here again )

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slap me baby, give me all of your grief...

Tue, 25 Nov 2014 00:05:00 GMT

( ...i have no use for the truth )

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Wed, 24 Sep 2014 04:22:41 GMT

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you say you see some good in him, you can't explain...

Fri, 05 Sep 2014 00:14:40 GMT

( ...he's somehow better than the way that he behaves )

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this evening we could see thousands of fast-falling stars...

Wed, 03 Sep 2014 02:36:54 GMT

( and that sort of thing happens just once in lifetimes like ours )

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Tue, 19 Aug 2014 00:40:47 GMT

The light - or rather, the darkness - never changes in Leech's underground rooms, but when the parasite is startled awake, he has the sense that it is very early morning. For a moment, he can't tell what woke him. Timothy, curled in front of him on his side, is still peacefully sleeping; there are no alarming noises in the vicinity. Then Leech realizes the bedroom door is open.

Rolling onto his back, he eyes the silhouette framed in the doorway by the very dim light in the main room. It is Kellen, of course. His brother is leaning on the doorframe, hair rumpled and one arm crossed over his tender stomach. Leech pushes back to sit up against the pillows, calling out in a voice low enough to not interfere with Timothy's rest: "Hey, imp. Ya arrite?"

"Weird dreams," Kellen responds groggily, shrugging with the shoulder not pressed to the door frame. "Can't get back to sleep. Can I...?"

"'course you can. C'mere." Leech inches towards Timothy, patting the mattress on the other side of his body. But then, before Kellen has even straightened up, the older brother fights his way out of the blankets and crawls to the end of the bed, hopping off, and wrapping an arm around Kellen's back for support.

Leaning into Leech, Kellen returns the half-embrace, then makes a puzzled humming noise. "Yer not wearing anything."

"I know," Leech says, with a laugh in his voice. Easing Kellen down onto the side of the bed, he releases the kid to get comfortable. "I'll fix that."

Ignoring Kellen's protests - he doesn't mind - Leech goes to his dresser and unearths a fairly modest pair of underwear, returning to the bed after pulling them on and taking his space between the two boys. Kellen immediately crowds in, seeking comfort, and though the intrusion would not normally be welcome, with Timothy here, Leech doesn't mind so much this time, circling Kellen's shoulders with his left arm and drawing the younger boy's head to his shoulder.

"Bad dreams?" he asks, still with a muted voice.

"Not bad," Kellen corrects. "Just weird. I was in my old bedroom - the first one, the one I had when we lived in Massachusetts - an' it was totally empty except my bunk beds and desk. But the floor was like, covered with these weird little cubes, really tiny ones. Fer some reason I had to pick 'em all up and put 'em in the closet, but I could only do one cube at a time; I hadda pick one up, walk across, open the closet door and set it down, then close the door an' go back to get another one."

Leech hums sympathetically. "I remember havin' dreams like that, some endless, pointless work, when I been sick with a fever. Ya do feel a little warm." He brings a hand up to curl around Kellen's neck and test his temperature. "Good thing they gave ya those anti-biotics."

"Yeh," Kellen murmurs, not attending very closely. "When I woke up, I was more tired than when I went to sleep."

"Mebbe you'll sleep better this time," Leech offers.

Kellen nods, then nuzzles into Leech's chest, plainly still sedated. "I will."

The certainty of the words, the trusting tone, warms Leech through, and he rolls his head to the side to kiss Kellen's forehead. He lowers his hand to the boy's back and rubs it lightly through his t-shirt, up and down. That body becomes heavier as it relaxes, eventually all the way into sleep, and the head on Leech's shoulder grows heavy enough to make his arm lose feeling, but he doesn't move it. Leech stays awake a bit longer, despite his own fatigue, feeling immeasurable gratitude for the contentment of each boy next to him, before finally dozing off himself with one arm still around his brother, and the other hand resting lightly on his pet's hip.

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as if all along we'd been together here...

Sat, 16 Aug 2014 02:19:23 GMT

( ...in secret hours time won't take away )

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maybe you could shine your light inside on all the damage that i've done...

Fri, 15 Aug 2014 04:11:43 GMT

( and maybe one day we might just get me fixed )

( or at least better understand why i'm always getting sick )

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i don't really care if i am healthy or not

Mon, 14 Jul 2014 03:16:06 GMT

( just clean my head up, doc; i'll give you anything you want )

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he likes to pretend that he's all sewn up, it makes for a much stronger case...

Sat, 28 Jun 2014 02:10:43 GMT

( ...but there's blood underneath that skin, that scar's not so easy to erase )

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