a wish for wings that work
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He couldn't see her smile, just a big cream blur and the glint of blue eyes. Where had she gotten those from? They grew up fast. He was glad she didn't really look like him or her mother. Laruku had thought about death while clinging to the tree outside the cottage in the woods, but he wasn't really thinking about it now. If he cared to consider it, he had considered himself dead many times over already, not just from all the incidents that should be resulted in it. The world had taken things from him that he didn't even realize, had stolen away pieces of him in the night and never looked back. It was all the things that made him feel like a ghost wandering through the forest, like no one could see him or touch him or hear him.



But he walked to walk somewhere, he wanted to protest, except that he couldn't think where somewhere might be. A little voice had to keep reminding him that he had no where to go, no where to belong anymore. The hybrid shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut at the cold water. In reality, it probably wasn't that cold, but the contrast to his body temperature made it feel like ice. Was he thirsty? His throat was dry and clammy. Yes, he said, opening his eyes again. Laruku shifted and rolled onto his side, trying to push off with his arm into a sitting position. His muscles felt like they hadn't moved in ages and needle-like pinpricks ran up his arms like a thousand spiders. Still, he managed to sit himself against the wall and squinted, trying to focus on Rachias more clearly. Y'r not back at Inferni, are you?

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