the sandcastle virtues are all swept away; megz pony

[rapt]

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With every movement he hopes it will be the monster, returned to take him back, to praise him. But it never is. This time, it’s a girl, splotched red and white, and he eyes her. She’s younger than him (strange – he still feels like a child, lost, but he grows and fills, turning a rich gold).
He doesn’t know how to answer her question, how to precisely articulate why he’s sad, how to say that there was a monster, and he was going to remake me.
(He remembers the thrill of fear in his heart, curling like smoke.)

“I’m missing someone,” he what he says instead, “he was my friend, and he left me.”
(Friend is a funny word for it.)
He forces a smile, a tense pull of the lips that isn’t much. But she is kind.
“Hello, Fury. I’m Rapt,” he says, then, concern edging into his voice, “what are you doing out here alone?”

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the enormity of my desire disgusts me

ahhh im sorry this is so bad