#colossinov

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They rode Bellwether through the long night. Tolya lay against his neck and nodded in and out of sleep. As it grew late, Bellwether grew stranger. His horse-shaped boundaries began to peel away like fog off a mountain. The clip of his hooves mellowed into soft, distant footfalls, as though he rode over a mossy forest floor. Somewhere, bells jingled. Tolya was changing, too. He had been asleep for hours now. His edges grew misty and uncertain, and Katinka could see the night sky transparently through him when she looked up. She was too tired to be frightened. She wondered what the two had said to each other, in their secret wordless talking.

“Tolya,” she whispered. She reached up and pressed her hands to his disappearing chest. “Please don't go. I still need you.”

[swellerando]

Tolya canonically holds Katinka like a Small Babey Child because why wouldn't he

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Why get any work done when I could doodle my favorite horse/void/demon-god/indentured servant

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I kept myself bony dry, a sugar cube of vermouth: I cut myself by the grain, cool and slender as a fuse with a sister; I missed her over over over like a bullet train shooting past myself through the tunnel of a broken heart, and on time, not mine. But I light up like an obscene October sky celebrating a stroke of war. When all still burns from all I see, the taste of ash a horny flower on a hard female tongue, say holiday. Say harvest. Stay back. Stand back, trigger this. I’ll keep it real, go hurt something to love it, real, good, find the center of aurora in me, the second of ignition.

from "Pinnochia on Fire," Lo Kwa Mei-en

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Anatoly Arkadyevich Colossinov is my favorite character. He’s the best

(five minutes later) Olga Ilyinichna Colossinova is my favorite character. She’s the best

(five minutes later) Anfisa Ilyinichna Derzhavina is my fav–

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when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it