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[thevoidwatches]

The next installment of Paternum, a queer superhero novel, is online!

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The crows always had good information whenever she had something worth their while.  Bits of glass, coins that went out of circulation centuries ago, colored pieces of fabric from fraying clothes.  So when she needed an address for the in school healer, she offered them blood.  Fresh.  The kind that still spilled out her upper abdomen from where she’d been pierced in what could now be an interdimensional crisis.  Apparently, no one had warned the new monarch about the few remaining dragons.   Koda, her favorite glossy bird, took off with red stained feathers once she reached the apartment.  Her flimsy flight organ was torn, leaking fuel and flammable gas that she had to keep burning off with sparks to prevent a larger accident.  The full moon gave her the boost needed to front ball kick the door in a knock.  Jabbed the toe of her boot into the wood a few more times for good measure.  “Aaron,” she called in a voice like thunder, low and rumbling and demanding attention.  “Open.”

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          " i'm sorry, i don't know anyone by that name. " but she would not dare lift her head from her book ; it was easier to lie when she wasn't looking directly at the other person.

[woolfcried]

           ‘i don’t suppose you got any of that PERFORMANCE. i’ve been practicing the one twirl for weeks now and i think i just finally got it right.’ it was easier without an obsessive director critiquing her every MOVEMENT on stage and still managing to keep her wits about her, but mr. ryan’s help in getting her the right instructors and music had made it POSSIBLE. the road to stardom couldn’t be too far off. ‘i know people don’t like the show for the dancing or anything like that, i’m not stupid, but i still want to do a real GOOD job.’

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[gccdlvck]

      no amount of apologies will ever excuse the way things went between crash and his elder brother, but it was a time LONG GONE and nearly FORGOTTEN now. she swivels her way across the room, plucking a polaroid from her desk before it’s offered his way. he takes it from her, pushing his shades up to rest atop his head as he reads it, and he can’t help the way he grins in sheer JOY for his friend.

      ‘ well look at the two of you!! two o’the cutest ‘joys i’ve ever seen together. this who you’re runnin’ with now? ’ he hands the photograph back, settling back against the edge of the door frame. he’s glad to see that she’s thriving on her own, that she’s grown into a killjoy worthy of praise and adoration. ‘ crash, i know you weren’t my responsibility. doesn’t change the fact that my brother was an absolute dickhead to you. he did you WRONG. i wish i could change that. could’ve STOPPED IT. ’

      she takes his hand, and he squeezes hers back in turn. ‘ aw, y’don’t gotta tell me about wcco. didn’t think i’d forgotten about that too now, did ya? still tune in whenever i can. you got the BEST JAMS in the zones. ’ even with all of her success, he still can’t help but feel some sort of guilt. ‘ you ever need me, you just give me a shout and i’ll come runnin’, doll. but tell me what i missed, gimmie those sick details, tell me everythin’. ’

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         she didn’t have to look up to see that any passerby would have their eyes drawn straight to the BULLSEYE in the center of her forehead, a reminder of the bullet that once went through it. sometimes she thought about covering it up ( her bangs would be certainly long enough to do the TRICK if she cut them right. ) but it seemed pointless. she wasn’t ashamed. it was hard to beat yourself up when one decided not only to shoot the MESSENGER, but hogtie and throw them into an unmarked grave for dead. like he said, the game was rigged from the start. ‘a PICTURE would last longer, you know.’

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[dxywalker-a]

    After over five hundred years, there aren’t many supernatural creatures left to be     discovered. Each species giving off it’s distinct scent (though werewolves were     alway the most noticeable). So when one of them walks into the same small coffee     shop she is currently seated, Leah notices immediately, her eyes shifting upwards     from the book in front of her. It’s a newcomer in town, someone she doesn’t     recognise. She’s learned to be wary of newcomers over the years. So she stands,     making her way through the crowd to stand casually at their side, as if they are friends,       “It isn’t often we get someone new in town. Why don’t you come and sit with me?”

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   ❝ don’t TALK ! to me like i’m crazy.      ----- i’m not crazy. ❞

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