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servethefuckingbeam
Wraps arms around Eddie's neck.
"Do you really think that's a good idea?"
"Why, were you aiming for one? — if so, you really need to work on that."
"Teach me, then."
" — well, right."
"Hit a nerve?"
"Why are you asking me and not Roland?"
"Even you can't be that naive."
Damn it, girl.
” — what did you want, anyway, dear?”
" — teach me to shoot."
"You hurt me deeply, Miss Susan. Deeply. I’m wounded.”
"You just proved it."
"Ah, well, I’m terrible with names.”
"Terrible with lying, you mean."
"What’s up, dear?"
"That's not my name, Arthur."
"Hey, you have a second?"
memories of mirrored dreams
[The light that fell through the leaves, sticky and golden and wearing the name of autumn in every of it's breaths, illuminated her hair, set it on fire, burned her. Burned as she had, an eternity ago and just months at the same time, another life and yet the same person, another world and yet the same thoughts.]
[Susan didn't remember much of it, most were fragmented dreams of a place that seemed different, of places so wide and open and of a longing in her soul she could not understand, she didn't know about.]
[She liked the park, for reasons she couldn't explain if she wanted - if anyone would ever ask the young female why she spent so much time in it, she would not have known, and just smiled at the person with a look of confusion in her eyes. Right now, the thing found in her eyes was a mere smile as she sat below an old tree, leaves as colorful and bright as the children's laughter she watched.]
[Somehow, those sounds stung something in her, some regocnizing, but she couldn't point as to why this was.]
[Her smile grew a little more distant, pencil scratching over paper on her lap - and suddenly stopping.]
[Something about today was different, and she didn't know just what this was - she lifted her head, suddenly sure to see something, a strong feeling of expectation she could not define.]
"Excuse me?"
OutOfWit
All those tea drinking koalas though. All of them.
//What are you doing. What.
Cuuuuth.
"…how often do I have to tell you that this is not my name, Susan?"
"I know my name. I’m very aware of my name. What makes you think you know it better than I do?”
"Becaaause!" She made a dramatic pause. "I knew you before you have been born again. And it's not my fault you don't remember."
Cuuuuth.
"…how often do I have to tell you that this is not my name, Susan?"
“Susan.”
"See! You can remember my name! Why can't you remember your own one?"
Cuuuuth.
"…how often do I have to tell you that this is not my name, Susan?"
"Every. Single. Time. Because it is."