as I read post self, I sorely relate to Dear, and see why people say I remind them of it
Dear is multifaceted. Good thing it can hone each facet into an incredibly fine point~
Author, Beat Sabreuse, Skunks
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- makyo.ink/
Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.
Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.
Current hyperfixation: SS14
⏳ Slow Hours | 🪔 Beholden
🫴 Hold My Name | ✨ Motes
🌾 Rye | ★ What Right Have I
🌱 Dry Grass | ⚖️ True Name
🌺 May Then My Name
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in reply to @makyo's post:
"Mother, can I be a knife? The sharpest edge, the razor finest, most beautiful, rapier and longsword, tooled and keened to screaming shine and severance minute? Can I know what it means to cut, dear and cutting mother?"
"Yes, but only if you tell me how first, my cub. I want to teach you how after you profess the method, student of yours I'll be. Do you see the cut to come, the parting flesh? Do you see the laceration's smile?"
"....What is a smile, Mother?"
"I will show you that now, little knife. Come now, it will only be one cut of a thousand."
-The last words Shibolene M'Ress of the Mirror-universe heard of her mother's voice in mutual conversation, before being cut from her Pride's line and inheritance, after telling her parents she had enlisted in the Terran Empire's Starfleet, the night before she took indentured rest in the dormitories there.
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