❝ to be feared is not the same as being known. ❞ { ex-con!ben @ valkyrie!b }
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"Huh," Brunn chewed the thought. It rolled between her molars before she bit it to pieces. "I disagree. Do you want a coffee before you get started?"
Her feet were clad in soft-soled mules, her hallways were wrapped in art. She'd written her address on a piece of paper and left it on his table. It was nice that he'd shown up. The woodworker, with his cap and his blades.
"Being feared is one of the most intimate ways of being known." The kitchen needed a new table. New chairs. A new place to congregate and feel warm in without flame. Brunn led Ben there, over a sea of hardwood and carpets. "To be seen when fearful - that too. A great deal of the soul is revealed in fear, and in its reverence. There's a Bluetooth speaker somewhere, if you want to play music. A turntable too, if you can get it to work."