dimanche 10 décembre 2017

two tongues

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“You don’t want me to leave, though, do you.”

Turlough closes his eyes; a few red tears trickle down his face until they suck back up into his ducts. his cheeks stained crimson. “I don’t think you understand.”

“Make me understand.”

His eyes open. They are black, now, voidlike. Spacelike, the color of loving. “I have been alone,” he says, “for so long.”

(A story of hunger and desire and how they are the same.)

Words: 12407, Chapters: 2/3, Language: English

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