2 Works by lisaal
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“It’s not fair, Henry! Society, the mafia, my father and now the war? Everything and Everyone is trying to tear us apart! It’s like the universe doesn’t want us to be together”
“Do you want to be together?”
“The fuck you talking about, of course I do!”
“Then fuck the universe”
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How fate unites Anthony and Henry and how they fight so fate doesn’t tear them apart. Love, addiction, the brutal reality of living in the early 1900s in the mafia while being gay and fighting for survival and sanity.
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He stared at himself in the mirror, fuck he hated the man looking back at him. He spread lines of coke over the sink in snorted them with practiced ease. He dusted his nose and looked at himself in the mirror once again. He faked a smile to himself, Angel Dust was a persona he was used to by now. All he’s ever done since he was 14 was fake. After almost a century of faking, he’s fucking exhausted of it. He doesn’t even know when he’s being real and when he’s faking it. Maybe Husk was right… maybe he wasn’t being authentic. But after a century of faking, how do you even know who you are anymore?
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Angel Dust is trying to be himself, but after so long of being someone else, maybe he doesn't even know who he is anymore