im a weight around your neck [any]

[Tioga]

You were automatic, as hollow as the 'o' in God.

Go ahead, laugh, I am delusional. No one wants to be resident of the Wasteland, no one except for those who were equally wasted in the soul department. Myself, I am simply stubborn. Likely I inherited that from my Sire, Mother was never so thick skulled. Then again there is only so much company to be had within the red wastes, most of it wasn’t to my liking and surely I was not their first choice of friend either. Some of them I’m not even sure could make or keep friends but that is neither here nor there.

Regardless of how or why, here I am, slowly making my way to a small gathering of horses. One in particular seems to be the object of recruitment and my copper eyes find him easily- he looks like Mother.

My heart tears in my chest as I find him between the others, painfully familiar in color and size. I know it's not her, it would never be her but I can’t help but want him for my own. Something to look at and remember when memories alone will not do on cold nights, when thoughts and prayers and wishes just will not replace what the eyes can see. I can hear her voice too, deep within my mind as I reach them, a tower of statue grey. I snort, mostly at myself, how did I think myself a collector? Is it in my blood?

I nod at the other two, mostly out of courtesy, one  grey one black thing among him. But I’ve no care for these women, they don’t look like her. “Hello,” I try, eyes heavy on the male in front. The word is heavy in my mouth too, odd and misshapen but it is a word nonetheless.

{TIOGA}

khaos x wichita

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