Jan 30, 2017
Send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child.
The nine year old elven boy stared up at Quin in a way that somehow made it seem like he was looking down at him. He appeared as if some doll had been made in Marhus’s image, sans horns. His hair was slicked back carefully and he wore a small suit and short trousers.
“Are you a boy or girl?” child Marhus would ask bluntly as he surveyed them, “You look like an odd in between.”
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