#lleea

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X.

"...my brother, who was nineteen." brother. sleep. heart. burst.

"he has been nineteen for years while i became forty seven." why why why why

"he went for his long untroubled sleep in the summer. it was winter. it was still winter." dirt. flowers. river. sun. moo.\n.

"i was a son and a brother and a father and a husband and then nothing at all." son brother. husband father. "i hope he still remembered me." he was nineteen i was bones

"i hope somebody did." anybody. "creator, i hoped more than anything." anything.

End.

so ends the ACTUAL last entry in the Lucky Legacy. sorry Ezzy to have made you the protagonist in a piss-poor Poe knockoff of a simblr gothic story. twas a rough send off for him. anyway, for the last time, it is signing off and wishing simblr farewell. for now.

anywooty. i think i will now take my annual december break to catch up on people's stuff. the bastard trait content farm will see you all in the new year baby.

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3.

"...my son my son my son. my Noah. I have never known a love like this before. in this, the autumn of my life, I never thought that I'd feel so fulfilled again; I was so convinced that the end of my miserable, sorry work was going to be my magnum opus, my crowning jewel."

"I was wrong, Noah. it's you."

"may nothing take you from me too soon. I want to be a father for as long as I live. a husband. a brother. a son." "stay with me. dad still has work to do."

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129.

"...maybe i was in the other room, at work. maybe i was in the bed, asleep. maybe because it was so fucking cold i was lying face down in the cold sandy dirt around the house."

"all of these questions for a different man."

"a different Ezra."

"my head was much too noisy by far."

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1.

"…the day my brother went for that long, untroubled sleep was in the middle of summer. he was nineteen." "the sun was high but the river cooled us down. I'd made plans to take him to the city for his first legal drink at a proper bar. not the shithole in town that didn't card you. he was nineteen. he was so excited, maybe too much so. "maybe that's what made his heart burst unexpectedly."

"dad always said heart defects ran in the Whiteduck family. I don't know how true that was; maybe he was coping. it didn't matter to me. I could to fix things; I knew people who knew how. otherwise it would've made moving out to the middle of nowhere a colossal waste of my time." "dad already thought so, both of them did. but I didn't. 'Ezra,' they said; 'you need to let it go.' what they didn't say was: 'he's dead and the dead don't come back'. but Shaw wasn't dead." "he was sleeping. and I could wake him, and I could put his heart back together."

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The Lucky Legacy presents...

Ezra Ever After

Ezra Lucky will never admit that when his younger brother died, he lost his mind. He veered hard left into a decision that drove a wedge between himself and his loved ones, and he didn't realise he was spiralling until he was completely alone. Alone with a ghost and a solution that had to work.

A little story following the Reaper's Rewards event of Autumn 2024. Nothing was storyboarded or anything, just following the goals of the event and a little bit of posing and me trying to wring a story out of it. It'll be presented diary style from Ezzy's POV, real stream of consciousness type stuff. that being said...yeah let's get into it.

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9.

"...it was winter again. the flowers face the moon as they do the sun. the earth was frozen, harsh and rocky, and unwilling to yield. even a mild winter was unforgiving out here." "Shaw must have been cold."

"the river that flowed around Indian country still gave fish, though a little unwillingly. that was a new thing for me. maybe I was just bad at it. maybe I couldn't be everything everywhere all the time. the thought was disheartening."

12.

"...I love Bridget." "of course I do."

"I hope I showed it enough. I think I did. I hope I said it enough. I think I did. I think I did."

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65.

"the day Bridget left it was the dead of winter ahead of a season we didn't celebrate because it was too hard too cold too horrible here and there wasn't any joy. we hadn't even been looking forward to it."

"she took Noah she went to Angela and she left." "she left she left she left." "'I can't do what you want me to do anymore, Ezra,' she said. i don'tknow - maybe i asked too much? i couldn't remember!"

"maybe i didn't tell her i loved her enough after all. maybe i gave her too much space. maybe her love ran out - mine didn't. i didn'tknow. but there was no amount of arguing that could stop her from leaving me in Akwesasne alone." "in the dead of winter. when the soil was frozen and my brother was already bones and the noise in my head became LOUDER LOUDER LOUDER."

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X.

"...all of my efforts finally came to a head when i could prove to the society that i had everything i needed. the flowers that faced the moon the same as they did the sun. the fish that the river gave unwillingly. the ability to cook that i honed over many gruelling years pulling the skills out of the slop of noise in my brain."

"at long last."

"ambrosia." "the food of the gods. horrible name, reminded me of nana's disgusting fruit salad from when i was a kid from when we were kids. but it promised many things like my brother."

"my brother who was now bones in the cold damp earth that soaked in the spring and froze in the winter. i was going to put his heart back together. he was coming home."