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Alliances (pt 1)My lusus is dead, and I am alone.
The thought bounced around Nepeta's mind as soon as she woke up in the morning. It would plague her all day, as it had for seven or was it eight? days now. She did not feel the hard wooden slats of the bench her numb hip was pressed into, or the griminess of her hair, flattened under her neck by her coat, which she'd been using as a pillow.
She was literally "on the park bench," as it were, because when a troll's lusus dies, she is thrown out to starve.
Can't let a parentless troll run around causing trouble, you see. She's underage, so we'd have to put her in an orphanage, and those cost a lot of money to run. Too much money. Money that could be better spent on the war. Nepeta was 7 sweeps old not very underage, but underage enough.
Better to just let natural selection take care of her.
Nepeta had been in the park, Pounce's favourite place in the sprawling city that was their home, since she'd been thrown out by a police dr
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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