don't feed me scraps from your bed

[Pilot Haddon]

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There were some things he had had to get used to over time, like the lack of light or things to occupy his time. There were windows in the shed, but a few boards had been nailed over them from the outside, causing slits of light to fall haphazardly on the floor. When he sat silently and thought, he could see the dust dancing in the rays of light as if life was one big party. When Hybrid wasn’t around, though, it was anything but.



He swore he heard approaching foot steps, and instantly Pilot jumped to his feet. His silver gazed focused in on the door, waiting for its hinges to swing open and reveal his part time lover. "Hybridddd," he called, brushing strands of silver hair that had veiled his eyes.

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