Edema Rue
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Dilsha slowed her horse. It was common courtesy, of course. "Yes?" She asked impatiently. "We'll need to kill Sono," She muttered to Alex.
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Zira nodded. "That's how it goes. You can keep your love, or you can rule the world." Zira gives him a cold look and bares her fangs.
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"You feel it now, don't you? It hurts, doesn't it?" Zira's gaze was cruel but her eyes were somehow...sad.
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Dilsha looked back, saw Will, and heard Sono. She grimaced and spurred the horse faster. "Alex, do you know what the others want? They're following us." @Ookla the foolish
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Tal shoved down a snicker. "Do you know what would help? Otherwise, we'll just have to try everything..."
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"Wait-Mister-bye bye!" Pol turned back to the pot he was scrubbing, then promptly dropped it on his toe and howled.
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Zira walked back into the prison, where Emma was in a cell. @Ookla the Raveness
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Dude, 11 hours is waaaaay to long MMP (miss murder puppy, which is your name now)
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(just a bit of prodding)
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*screams* Went to bed at 11, got up at 5. But “went to bed” is very different than “slept” especially because insomnia hahahaaaa guys imma fail my math test today -
Dilsha frowned. Decay. I’m really not used to traveling alone. “Maybe?”
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Dilsha paused, then smiled. Go right ahead. She turned to Alex. “Right, then. If you need to switch, let me know.” She nudged the horse into a quick walk; a trot would be too conspicuous until they were out of the city. @Ookla the foolish
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Pol huffed out a long breath. This was not what pirates were supposed to do. He started scrubbing. Pol saw him and perked up. “Hi! Hi mister first mate sir! Can I help you?”
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To the theatre, regarding a place:
There is a place where I belong.
Isn’t there?
There surely must be.
Everyone seems able to find one.
In a home or on a stage or a field.
A place of camaraderie,
Laughter,
Safety,
Love.
There is a place where my existence is not a burden, not a mistake, not something to be regretted but something to be loved. Something to be glad for.
There is a place where I am not just something to be rued.
There is a place for me.
Isn’t there?
I live to love; I am here to care. I should not want anything in return…I should not want anything at all, when I have so much.
But I do.
I want a place.
I want to belong.
And, as demanding as I am, I want to belong to you.
I want you as my home.
I want you to be the place where I can go for rest.
I want you to be the place where I can be brave without fear of their scorn, for a chosen family would never mock one of their own, right?
A family of blood shouldn’t either.
But they do.
And I guess maybe hoping for something different from you was foolish.
I’d go somewhere else, I really would.
But…
But you are the home to the outcasts.
And we are outcasts for a reason. We have nowhere else to go.
We.
How can I say we?
I.
I have nowhere else to go.
I am the one who is bound with chains of hope.
I am the one who is still dreaming.
I am the one who is still looking for a place.
For a person,
Or maybe a dozen.
I am the one who is dreaming of a place where I
Can belong.
It’s me.
It’s not them.
There is no us, no we.
Just me.
An outcast,
Even among outcasts.
A misfit,
Even among misfits.
Lonely,
Even among the forgotten.
Will you remember me, at least?
Will you care for me, still?
I want you to take me home.
As I’ve always been,
And as I’ll always be,
Rue
SpoilerAm I the only one who tries to do homework or sleep and has to stop and write poetry to keep from spiraling out of control?
(Also sorry, I know I already did an SU today and y'all are tired of me but...ah, the words. The words the words the words.)
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"Yes sir!" Pol said, puffing up his chest and saluting, then turning and sprinting towards the galley, barging through the various sailors.
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"Right, then," Dilsha said. "Ah...I, er, only have one horse..." She swung into the saddle, mentally reassuring herself that he wasn't going to stab her in the back. "Hop on."
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"I need to get out of here. That man earlier was proof that hiding here until my army arrives won't work. I'd planned to ride home." She starts saddling the stable's single horse with a practiced ease. "This country is going to fall. You don't...you don't have to come, but if you want to live, I'd recommend getting out."
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Pol ran over to the captain's cabin and pounded on the door. "Captain! Captain! Do you need anything?"
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"Hmm. It's possible."
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Dilsha blinked. "All...all right, then." Is he too eager? Doesn't matter. I can beat him in a fight if need be, and I don't...huh. I think I've found a true friend. She started walking towards the stables next to her inn.
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Rue sniffed, though it seemed almost...amused. "Please don't." She stared at the void for a moment longer. "Do you think there's anything out there?"
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Dilsha looked at him seriously. "I did it on purpose, Alex. And I intend to win it. Are you sure you want to get mixed up in this?"
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"I suppose that's fair."
