2 Works by meatbomb
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He opens his eyes, palms folded together in front of him, poised, perfect, the familiar flavor of iron still in his mouth, eyes to the ground where they belong, not looking at her, he still knows how he has to behave.
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But although he was lonely Lamb knew he wasn't alone, he could feel Her, in the center, heart beating under the floorboards, under the garden, and at the base of his skull, nothing had truly changed, nothing has changed in the past millennia, was that because of Her? Did She miss him, need to pretend nothing changed to survive, be happy?