#torianna

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He paused, smiling drunkenly up at the afternoon sun. The bright light only emphasised the dark creases beneath his eyes, the dry skin on his lips. He spread his arms wide, soaking up the warmth on his pale skin. As he stood, making a spectacle of himself in the otherwise peaceful alleyway, Torianna found herself wondering of his health. Perhaps he, the indestructible boy who worked through the night and drank three whiskeys at ten in the morning, was not so indestructible after all.

I’m slowly getting to know Rueben

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You tied strings to my wrists and affixed me to a cross, so that you could make me dance whenever the mood came upon you. Did I make you smile, oh great puppeteer? Did I entertain you for long enough to distract from that cavernous hole where your heart should be?

Torianna is getting real with her dad

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I didn't want to hurt him…” I whisper, letting the fat tears roll between my lips. My voice has all but vanished, leaving only a thin hiss of air. Ardaia rests one warm hand between my shoulder blades, reluctant to try to hug me again. “I didn't want to hurt him,” I hiss again, but I don’t think he can hear me any more. I try to inhale, but it feels like my lungs have crumpled.

Torianna is having a pretty tough time, feat. Ardaia (belonging to pipit-crossing, my evil companion writing buddy)

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Why do you still think yourself beyond repair, Lorcan? Yes, you broke years of silence, years of self-restraint and control; but the words you uttered taught me to be a little more considerate.

I've been playing around with Lorcan (belonging to pipit-crossing) and Torianna recently.