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Ow. Ouch
the most intimate thing two people can do is fall into a routine together. same corner of the couch. same side of the bed. same shorthand for a hundred things that would take paragraphs to explain to anyone else. you built a whole private language and you didn't even notice.
How lost they must feel in the world, where all instructions, all the lyrics of all the stupidest songs, all the menus, all the excruciating pamphlets and brochures - even the buttons in the lift! - are in their private language. They may be understood by anyone at any moment, whenever they open their mouths. They must have to write things down in special codes. Wherever they are, people have unlimited access to them - they are accessible to everyone and everything! I heard there are plans in the works to get them some little language of their own, one of those dead ones no one else is using anyway, just so that for once they can have something just to themselves.
Flights, Olga Tokarczuk (trans. by Jennifer Croft)
Beetle in a Box (Siblings)
Sibling love is the difference within The laughter in the slaughter The unspoken and unsounded parts Of a private language, learning to walk On the after of the water
Sharing broken fragments Of recycled jokes That only you would understand
|: Because [vamp 5x]… :| (Tacit)
(What are you reading? Ready…)
I remember when you were learning to talk That I would translate for you. You were incoherent to everyone else And only I could parse Your utterance, open the box Of beetles, and not
Kill the beast
(I’ll un-shower once you’re older than me…)
I can already hear the sound of your voice Reprimand me I can already hear the sound of your voice Remind me
(If it isn't the Professor…!)
That I'll never be alone
Business is dead, no extra earning Contract listening over visceral entropy, ending The name that you gave me
the intimacy of a shorthand. an inside reference that's so inside it doesn't even need words anymore. just a look. just a sound. just the slight lift of an eyebrow across a room full of people and you both know exactly what it means and nobody else does. you built that. together. without noticing.
Fluff-uary 2025 day 26 private language
A World of Warcraft fanfiction for @ir0n-angel event Fluffuary 2025 day 26 private language.
As the Alliance help clean up the aftermath of the battle with the so call True Horde, Zanawe ask her husband Gramakk in the orc language, "Are you fine to let these Alliance warriors in the capital city after what they has done?" and Victoria Redstone said to Zanawe, "I can both hear you and understand your language. The Lich King made us understand all known language to better understand his Death Knights."
Fluff-uary 2025 day 26 private language
A Warhammer 40k for @ir0n-angel event Fluffuary 2025 day 26 private language.
As their chapter's ship is in the wrap, Brother John speak with her secret lover Erica in the ancient language that she teach John during their off time.
Fluff-uary 2025 day 26 private language
A Star Wars the Old Republic fanfiction for @ir0n-angel event Fluffuary 2025 day 26 private language featuring my ocs.
After quite a happy reunion, Git and his sister Riekeeta talk to each other using the language of the Sith race.
