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— Khaled Hosseini, from “The Kite Runner.”

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If you wanted more you could have asked me

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Breathe..

Just breathe… 

Images flashed through the bastard’s mind, voices hissed in his ears. Familiarity. He’s been through this before. Eyes struggled to open, to focus, something thick and red dripped from his brow. The last thing he remembered was taking a stroll after a night out with Shiruun. Other memories, nothing clear, all meat and bone, blood and flesh. He was bound by the wrists above his head, judging by the soreness of his shoulders, he’d been bound like this for some time.

His surroundings suddenly came into gruesome detail. Body parts were strewn about the floor, blood splattered along the walls. This wasn’t new, he’d seen this before, and not in his work, recently. The view was off from his memory, he was shorter, everything looked bigger. The pale hair and head of what could only be a lalafell poked out from the pile of bodies surrounding him.

There was a clang behind him, followed by a groan and grind of steel. He looked back, staring a burning hole through the gap between his arm and head.

“He’s awake.. we should let the commander know.” Said a rather gangly hyur as they trained a rifle on Lio.

“In a moment.. he’s had all the fun with these little creations of his. Let’s at least enjoy ourselves while he’s away. He’s tied up, this mutt isn’t going anywhere.” Footsteps circled him, but Lio only had eyes for the rifleman.

Something cold pressed against his side, the rifleman started to circle him the other way, and though his muscles tensed at the point of contact, locking, and his insides felt like they were on fire, Lio made no sound.

“Damn..” The offender cursed. “Think this one’s already broken. Orders are orders.. if they seem defective, add ‘em to the pile and start over. Shame really.. this one was his best work yet. Least we get to chop him up first. Give me a hand.”

The rifleman let his weapon hang from the strap over his shoulder and moved towards the bastard. One step, two, three, one more and he’d be in range. NOW!

His legs snapped up, wrapping around the rifleman as the other guard jabbed him once more, locking his muscles and sending a spasm through his body. A loud pop was heard as Lio twisted away from whatever the other guard jabbed him with, and the rifleman between his legs went limp. “SOUND THE ALA-..” The guard’s shout was cut off by a sharp kick to his jaw.

He didn’t have much time, pulling with his arms, Lio brought his legs up, hooking them around the rope his wrists were bound with. It took some work, but he felt strong, stronger than he’d felt in ages, making short work of the bindings. He fell hard, landing on the guard he’d killed. A siren went off overhead as he pushed himself to his feet. He didn’t have much time…

Footsteps approaching, running.. he needed a plan and a weapon. The guard. He picked him up just in time when a miqo’te crashed into the open door. “He’s free! GUARDS! GUARDS!

Lio ripped the firearm from its holster, exhaled, and fired. The round entered the guard’s head just inside their right eye.

The plan will write itself.. he staggered towards the door, his legs barely holding his weight. More guards.. obstacles. Just in the way.. the bastard set his jaw, preparing to make short work of them.

One by one they fell, many frozen in fear, unable to fire their weapons. But before long the path was more blood and bodies than the stone it once was. It was slow going, his muscles were starting to give out, he was sore and bloodied, but rage pushed him on.. until he escaped.

Outside of wherever they had been keeping him, was cold, a blizzard was already underway. His blood and sweat soaked body, assaulted by winds and snow, nearly collapsed. “No…” He said through his teeth. “Home.. first… then rest..” So the bastard pushed on, for hours it seemed, the ground beneath his feet changed and Lio realized he was on a road. Lights could be seen, moving too slow to be a search party. “Help…” he forced out, his voice drowned by the winds. “Help…”

“There’s something in the road!” A voice, faint against the roaring wind barely reached him before he felt weightless, something hard crashed into the side of his face and everything went black.

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Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]

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Boy's Abyss ▪︎ Shounen no Abyss

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“I have a limit and when you reach it I dismiss you from my life. It’s that simple.”

— Unknown

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“One smile can start a friendship. One word can end a fight. One look can save a relationship. One person can change your life.”

— Unknown

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Emily Dickinson, from “The name – of it – is Autumn” (poem 656) featured in The Complete Poems

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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

- Edgar Allen Poe

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“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.”

— Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith

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“Trauma permanently changes us. This is the frightening truth about betrayal. You never really get over it. At best, you grieve and make some kind of peace with it. But a major life disruption leaves a new normal behind. There’s no going back to who you were before.”

— Unknown

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“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”

-Bram Stoker, Dracula.

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If I’m not supposed to like villainous characters why are they always the best dressed 

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“Trust is like paper. Once crumpled, it will never be perfect again.”

— Unknown