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[violnc]

VIOLINIST  IMITATES  HUMAN  VOICE.      /      HUMAN  VOICE  IMITATES  VIOLIN.      /      A  DUET.                         *   personals do not interact.

[violints]

when   i   looked   around,   i   saw      &      heard   of   none   like   me   .      was   i   then   a   monster   ?

[vanyatest]

[       &       apocalypsedeterrent‌       ,       ]

                    “i do,” he says, shifts some rubble out of place and makes his way closer. there’s nearly a foot of space between them as he slides down what remains of the wall behind them and takes a seat. his demeanor is open, unguarded. there’s no one to disturb them for miles yet. “and you couldn’t scare me if you tried. what happened? are you okay?”

the dust shifts and then settles,       and the scrape of it makes her wince,       still with lingering sound - tender power.       she looks at him,       looks past him,       taking it in all over again       —       this used - to - be - place,       reduced at her hands.       the questions are too big for her.       (   WHAT HAPPENED?       ARE YOU OKAY?       WHAT HAPPENED?       DID YOU DO THIS,       VANYA?       ARE YOU DANGEROUS,       VANYA?       ARE YOU OKAY?   )             ‘      —      i’m not sure.   ’             it answers all of the questions,       spoken       &       silent.       her thoughts are hazy;       it’s as if she’s swimming through her own mind,       searching through bog - water for a piece of a puzzle at the bottom,       trying to speak without oxygen in her lungs.

START AT THE BEGINNING       :       she was practicing,       practicing her powers,       trying to control them.       last week she’d had a panic attack bad enough to shake the glass from the windows of their little house.       so she was practicing.       somewhere else,       some other little place out in these vast woods,       someplace she’d assumed was abandoned,       someplace no one would care about cracked glass and shattered plates       —       until it was not as abandoned as she’d thought,       until a car appeared in the driveway.       she’d panicked.       she didn’t       —       she didn’t hurt anyone,       she doesn’t think she did,       but even after they’d driven off the sound of the car engine and the honking horn echoed in her marrow,       and       —       LOOK AROUND.       SEE THE AFTERMATH FOR YOURSELF.       they remain among the rubble that is left,       vanya’s eyes still glazed - white and hollow - wide.              ‘   i was trying to get better at       . . .       all of it,      the powers,       and instead       . . .   ’              don’t be horrified by me.

[violnc]

7   have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you     fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that it might split you open,     break a new thing out? sometimes i think that’s what i have     instead of friends.

[violnc]

SOFTLY, WITH HANDS GENTLE AS RAIN, I SHALL STRANGLE HIM.       [   𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬.  ]       by rosemary.      since march 2019.      canon - divergent      &      fandom - adjacent.

[violints]

VIOLINIST  IMITATES  HUMAN  VOICE.      /      HUMAN  VOICE  IMITATES  VIOLIN.      /      A  DUET.

[violnc]

SOFTLY,   WITH   HANDS   AS   GENTLE   AS   RAIN,   I   SHALL   STRANGLE   HIM.       [     vanya   h.     ]       by   rosemary.     since   march   2019.

[violints]

i am something   /   i have been something   /   i was born something   /   i was born something.             *             PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT.

[violints]

listen   for   the   heavy   stillness   before   the   rain   &   know   i   am   waiting   to   become   whole   again   .

[violints]

i   know   what   i   am   .       i   don’t   care   about   the   terror   of   myself   .

[violints]

GRADUALLY,      IN  OPEN  MOUTHS      &      RESTLESS  CHILDHOODS      &      A  THOUSAND  GUT  -  WRENCHES  .

[violnc]

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[violints]

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