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Dandelion Seed
Apr. 24th, 2019 12:39 pm[CW: mentions of graphic death, trauma, and The Homestuck Epilogues that don't actually exist.]
You'll get around to schooling eventually. Eventually. Realistically by twenty-one, you think, is a good estimate, because by then you'll have had lived three full years of the truest freedom, after sixteen with your destiny predescribed by games and great grandmothers, and two with the tether of sensationalized bloodsport tightly wound around your neck. But there needs to be some time in between. Fly full-tilt into the sun, and your wings are going to melt, or you'll get sunburn and the light will definitely blind you. It goes something like that, probably. Mostly. You could say such a virtue was exposited by Troll Percy Shelley, and people might believe you.
(Did the Trolls even have a Percy Shelley? Did they have a Mary Shelley? Instead of the impulse to find a hated rival to kiss sometimes and the need to sleep in piles of stuff when your stress gets unmanageable, you wish the Condesce had imparted some literary trivia on your once-brainwashed brain. Ah, well, maybe in another timeline. But anyway.)
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You'll get around to schooling eventually. Eventually. Realistically by twenty-one, you think, is a good estimate, because by then you'll have had lived three full years of the truest freedom, after sixteen with your destiny predescribed by games and great grandmothers, and two with the tether of sensationalized bloodsport tightly wound around your neck. But there needs to be some time in between. Fly full-tilt into the sun, and your wings are going to melt, or you'll get sunburn and the light will definitely blind you. It goes something like that, probably. Mostly. You could say such a virtue was exposited by Troll Percy Shelley, and people might believe you.
(Did the Trolls even have a Percy Shelley? Did they have a Mary Shelley? Instead of the impulse to find a hated rival to kiss sometimes and the need to sleep in piles of stuff when your stress gets unmanageable, you wish the Condesce had imparted some literary trivia on your once-brainwashed brain. Ah, well, maybe in another timeline. But anyway.)
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