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@smokebled commented:  tezca voice : you're not my real dad !

                           you’re  right.  you’re   adopted.

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HIS  VISAGE  SERVES  as a photo album  :  that beam a memoir of the past.  old lorenzo.  pure hands  &  an innocent sight yet to be tainted by the bitter universe.  luis’ aura had blinded the dark veil which had wrapped those bones harshly.  he is his youth again.  he is a son ,  a brother.  a person ,  so to speak ,  &  one to be made proud by.  a spear lies delicately in those palms  &  that grin ----------  oh ,  it only widens  ! 

❛     this right here is a beauty.  my bones may have betrayed me but i’m surely not something to be underestimated.  i can swing  &  throw this thing pretty well.    ❜    there is allure in destruction.  see it  /  there still endures tints of crimson ‘pon the wood.  POOR   SOUL.  the two were once the same  (  *  &  STILL ARE  )  though contrasts ,  once foreign ,  now serves a natural existence to them.  this quite the example  :  lorenzo stands as a youth displaying a mere toy  &  the other sits tongue tied.        had he harmed him  ?

no ,  no  ...  heaven forbid  !  he’d rather witness the world fall then to see a single tear drop.

their pain is shared.  marvel ceases to exist.  a dreaded query  :    ❛   ----  what’s the matter ,  luis  ?   ❜      

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' i love you more than anything in this life. i will choose your happiness over mine every time ' 8)

THERE  IS  A  GLINT  inside him then  ;  a heat which originates inside the heart  &  expands through those veins.  the other is pure  &  so pure he shall be ,  cloaked by light  &  blinded to witness only purity.  in this moment luis’ hand is seized between two of lorenzo’s own ,  ever tender  &   merciful  (  *  contrasting to such ruination that identical touch has caused  ).  he almost guffaws.  realizes the warmth of his sibling’s heart is mirrored through this sweetened embrace.  wishes it could endure ‘till the ends of time.   ever  &  ever  &  ever  &  ever.  

DEAR BROTHER  :  I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO EVER AGAIN

that fibber’s tongue appears non-existent.  heed it now ,  a tune composed from fondness.    ❛   that is not an option ,  brother.  i wouldn’t wish for you to do that.  ❜    those lines curve  &  skin surrounding an adoring stare crinkle.  only he could inspire such a visage.  him.  luis.  their touch tightens.     ❛   you  &  i  …  we will feel the same happiness.  no more than the other.  no sacrifices.  you are happy then i am happy.  we are the same.   ❜   

♜  FIVE WORD PROMPTS

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                ❛    THE  LOVE  YOU  HAVE  FOR  YOUR  BROTHER  IS  GREAT.   ❜      as blunt as she could possibly be.  speak the first sentence to come to mind but with a smile of pure serenity  !  they curve ever sweetly ,  hands clasped ‘pon the stomach.  it’s not long ‘till those tips are overturned to sorrow.     ❛      i wish i properly knew my family.  perhaps the bond could be comparable.  ❜

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smokebled replied  : ♜

I LOV E DYING. ONCE I GET HOME IMMA BREAK YOUR HEART

gET AWAY FROM ME U DEMON

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❛    I’D  LIKE  TO  VISIT  our family again ,  brother ,  but i fear i left it too long.  don’t you think they wouldn’t be too pleased with the deeds i’ve done  ?  they’d be ASHAMED ,  &  understandably so  !  maybe next time  ...  but make sure to tell alyssa  &  mama lorenzo says  ‘  hi  ’  for me ,  okay  ?    ❜  /// @smokebled

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' i forgive you. ' / about :'))) the leg thing

EYE CONTACT  shatters like broken glass.  the moment those words release ,  pupils dart to the side before any emotion is detected.  joylessness  &  guilt  ————   a life he has grown used to emerging ‘pon that very bronze surface.  once this man was a warm spirit ,  a role model ,  a family man.   now no more.   those ambitious eyes have been poisoned by sights of DEATH  &  how those once active bones ache at every motion.  omnics were viewed with amazement  &  now  ?  the sight of anything functioned by wires inspires detestation    (    MORE THAN ONE CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE  !!    )             

but he caused that  ;  the metal instead of limb.  hideous on anyone else but this is HIM  !  his brother  !  dear luis  !  anything unsightly perishes at his very touch.

❛    &  once that would mean everything.  your thoughts always come before mine ,  brother.  ❜     voice low.   head bows  &  untamed strands descend on the features.  like curtains ,  they veil what he can not control.  

 ❛    but i do not forgive MYSELF.    ❜