#cue that one or two posts in the main tpp tag with screenshots of the language of flowers for Orchids and their meaning

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Starving young faces look up to the sky and watch with bated breath as the city above them trembles. This is it. This is how we go out. Not with the big bang, but crushed under the heel of the bourgeoisie. The city of New Kinshasa never falls out of the sky that day. The people are ordered to retreat to their homes. They hide out under bridges and inside bars. That evening, everyone hears about the threat against the Guardian Angel System. Everyone learns the name Peter Nureyev. And for the first time the last half century, hope blooms on Brahma.

-I just could not get this idea out of my head. it's been bouncing around up here along with the 36 questions au. it's so good. i love it. i love you.

kids in Brahma still whisper about peter nureyev. "he's not real," scoffs one disillusioned older street-rat to a younger thief. they say he could have never happened: tales of the story are twisted and retold; the one thing that the poor can hold on to and give each other: a story that BELONGS to them. but the one thing that stays consistent in every retelling is his name. real or not real? that doesn't matter. peter nureyev is MADE real by belief. as a god, myth, legend, story, he is made into a man. there is another peter nureyev, of course, the one that lives with juno steel— but that peter nureyev is less real than the one made true by wide-eyed, hungry kids on brahma, passed around a fire.