#woah eli wrote something??? for the first time in like a year??

[clavicuss-vile]

The Last Stand

Elgar'nan lay dead on the floor of the courtyard, Sorren's dagger lodged in his throat. That was half the battle, he supposed. From the courtyard overlooking the city, he could still hear the roars of the darkspawn flooding Minrathous, the shouts of the Venatori, still fighting unawares that their charge was lying in a crumpled heap below his boot. He staggered to his knees, taking a second to breathe. His arm was throbbing, probably bleeding too, but then what wasn't? He scanned over the courtyard, and he didn't recognise any of the dead. That was good. That was good. They'd only lost two of them, so far. Only.

He saw that the ones they'd left below had started to make their way up. The crows followed behind Viago as they entered the court, Isaias pushing his way into Davrin's arms when the warden also joined them mostly unscathed. Emmrich and Bellara had emerged next, and then Sorren had stopped counting, resigning instead to letting his head try and drown out the noise. Solas was pulling himself from his knees somewhere ahead of him, looking even worse off than Rook's team were.

Two scathingly loud roars took the breath from his mouth, and he prayed to every god he knew the name of - including the one he was currently stood over the corpse of - that it wasn't more blighted dragons. Because it sounded like dragons. Before he had time to register the massive black shadows that suddenly circled ahead with a roar, two of the eluvians behind him lit up. He watched Taash swear something in Qunlat and grip her weapon, and he heaved himself onto one knee until he saw who came out.

Zevran. Nate. Anders. Fenris, Jowan, Velanna- They were all here, a sizable number of the Fereldan Wardens pouring out behind them. From the other eluvian marched soldiers donned in brown leather, their shields emblazoned with the heraldry of Queen Anora of Ferelden. Sorren could cry. He barely flinched when two dragons landed on either side of him, and laughed as he watched Solas' mind try to catch up. The one on his left was dark blue and grey, and he recognised it as Asra's dragon Okaazaakri almost straight away. Asra themself had immediately ran over to each of the team and gave everyone a once-over, pausing to be engulfed in a spine-crushing hug by Taash. The other dragon was unfamiliar, a brilliant, dazzling blue, almost sapphire in intensity. The man who climbed from the dragon's back was practically dripping in feral rage as he ran to Sorren's side, cupped his cheek for only a moment until he was satisfied he was as unharmed as could be expected given the situation, then stood up with an almost statuesque stillness, prowling in Solas' direction. "Wardens, with Nathaniel. Soldiers, march on the Venatori!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"That's..?" Someone said from behind Sorren, muffled from the marching of the two small militaries pouring from the mirrors.

"The Dragon of Blood." Jowan answered somewhere else behind him.

"Leader of the Free Rebellion." Anders piped up from somewhere, too.

"-That's the hero of goddamn Ferelden." Davrin had supplemented from the pile of Crows in an almost aghast tone.

"Dad." Sorren breathed, not sure any of this was real.

"Mi amor has many titles." Sorren's head snapped backwards from where he was watching the former Warden-Commander Ara'kian Surana stalk towards the Dread Wolf like he was a piece of meat, when he heard the sound of his father's voice approaching. Zevran's hands were on his shoulders in an instant, gently shifting him back up onto his feet, scanning over his face just like Ara'kian had done.

"Dad." Sorren breathed again, and he wanted so badly for this to be the family reunion he'd dreamed of for months, but his father was evidently out for blood and Sorren really needed Solas alive for their plan to tie him to the veil to work. He explained the fake dagger, and the basic premise, to Zevran as fast as he could, dragging him by his hand towards Lucanis and the other crows as he spoke. "Lucanis!" Sorren shouted as they approached.

Better visible now in the light, Sorren watches the Talons bristle. Viago tenses and makes a sort of strangled noise, pushing Isaias behind him in a move so instinctive it seemed to momentarily baffle Viago himself. "Zevran Arainai." He supplements for anyone unaware - but how could they be, what with the Scourge of House Arainai's face plastered on posters in every Antivan city.

"Formerly. Surana has a much nicer ring to it, I must confess. Alas, I do believe we have bigger problems at hand?" Zevran smiles at the three talons before him, before raising up Sorren's hand that he was still holding. "Namely, this one."

"Dad." Sorren muttered, and there was another of Viago's strange strangled sounds. "Lucanis, my dad - no not this one, the one currently about to punch Solas in the teeth - he's got an attached spirit too. I need Spite to tell Mouse the dagger plan, and quickly, before he kills Solas himself." Sorren gritted his teeth, looking over his shoulder at Ara'kian stalking towards the Dread Wolf, looking far more like one himself.

With each step toward him, Ara'kian's hand and arm pulsed red, each twist of his fingers had Solas gritting his teeth, or coughing back a sound of pain. "You lied to my son." Surana said, voice eerily stable and low, though his amber eyes were that of a predator. He clenched his fist with a swirl of red, and Solas gripped his shoulder with a cry. "You used blood magic against my son." His teeth gritted, and another flick of his fingers had Solas clutching his opposite arm. Asra was currently the closest to the two of them, still stood next to his dragon, and he was sure he was hearing multiple cracks of what he assumed could only be bone, more-like the crunching of gravel. "Twice." Another crunch, and another yelp from the Dread Wolf. "It-" Solas began to interject. "Silence." Ara'kian snapped first. "You sealed him and that boy in a prison of your own making, designed to feed off the souls of it's inhabitants." Mouse was whispering in his head, transferring information from another spirit somewhere else in the throne room, Sorren had a plan, apparently, and to make it viable he wasn't allowed to murder the pitiful whelp stood before him. His dragon seemed to sense his displeasure, huffing a growling breath of scorching steam in Solas' direction. "It was a necessary sacrifice, to right the wrong of the veil's creation." Solas said, attempting to match the Hero of Ferelden's manner, but with his face broken, bloody, and bruised, and with at least his left arm and likely his shoulder too fragmented from blood magic, it didn't appear an equal challenge. Ara'kian's eye twitched. "Silence, dog." He spat. "I've killed an archdemon. I've killed that magister your inquisition threw carelessly into the Fade. What's one more pathetic would-be god?" Another flick of his wrist, and Solas was grappling his own, eyes squinted shut and seething through his teeth as he momentarily dropped to one of his knees.

Mouse said he couldn't kill Solas, he said nothing about maiming him.

A pulse of the fade sent everyone staggering backwards, all except Solas. He took to his feet, rising with a bitter look, his non-dangling arm wrapping around his other. Sorren had made his way beside his father, approaching Solas slowly.

"The world owes you a debt." Solas began, gazing with a breath at the pulsating slice of the veil. "Both for defeating Elgar'nan… And for bringing down the Veil." Sorren gritted his teeth, searching the floor for the lyrium dagger. "I am sorry for this final betrayal. But I will do what I can to minimize the damage. When you see the old world restored…" Solas said, slightly quieter. "Minimize the damage." Sorren laughed with a bitter spit of air, and suddenly the onlookers knew where he'd gotten his bite. "That's what you told Varric, too. Before you killed him, that is." He heard muffled shouting behind him, and knew that Amell must have been holding Fenris and Anders back. He didn't envy him that job. He didn't envy himself, for his own. He looked back up sharply at the sight of the dagger slipping across the floor, towards Solas' open palms. He leapt for it almost on instinct, wrapping his body around the dagger.

"Please, Rook. I do not wish to fight against you."

"You should have considered that sooner."

"It is over, Sorren. You could never stand against me alone." Sorren found himself in a sort of stasis, the muscles in his arm presenting the dagger - the fake dagger - up to Solas' outstretched hand. He didn't know if Solas was using his blood magic again, or if this was just another variation of the stasis magic he seemed to employ. He gritted his teeth, trying to fight against it, trying to make it seem real.

"No." Sorren tensed, directing it at his dads, and the small army they'd brought with them, and the friends surrounding him, watching as the courtyard rippled with the desire to rip into Solas. He supposed he was glad that they were all so willing to fight a god for him, but when he was currently trying to deceive the god of trickery, he really needed them all to be quiet and behave.

"I am sorry." Solas said, and Sorren had to stifle a chuckle. Of course he thought he'd been talking to him. Self-important bastard. "If you will excuse me, the final enchantments require a delicate touch." Solas said, taking the dagger from Sorren's hand and turning towards the veil slit. Sorren's knuckles were white around the hilt of the real one, watching, waiting, praying for the sake of praying.

"A delicate touch? You kill Varric, stab me in the back- You're about to drown Thedas in demons! You think you're Elgar'nan's foil, don't you? You admit your sins and wallow in them, which must make you so much superior to him, mustn't it?" Sorren snarled. This was their only shot, if it failed, well there was no other chances. May as well say his piece. "We found Felassan's memories. You murdered a friend for disagreeing with your plan. How are you any different from Elgar'nan, trying to impose your will on all of us?"

"Elgar'nan would have seized his victory by force." Solas shot back. "You were not crushed by the power of the Dread Wolf." Sorren tried to bite back the comment that it seemed more like it was the Dread Wolf being crushed in the maws of Elgar'nan's pet. "You were bested by fair wits alone." Fen'harel continued. He turned around, and struck the veil with the dagger in his hands. At first, nothing. Sorren held his breath, and he watched Lucanis starting to approach from the corner of his eye, slowly at first, then quicker, like he had a gut-sense that the plan was going awry and he needed to be there. But then a pulse of energy blasted from the false dagger, and Solas was held in a stasis of his own, bound by tendrils of overly bright light. Rook's parents were beside him first, then Asra, then Lucanis. He was sure some others had crowded around too, but his stare never left Solas'.

"This is the real dagger." He explained quietly, watching the second the pieces fell into place for the Dread Wolf, slicing his palm to bind him to the Veil once again.

"Bested fairly by wits alone." Solas repeated himself, chuckling bitterly. "I taught you well."

"You did." Sorren conceded.

"What happens now then, little wolf?" Solas said, still-ly. His voice was a culmination of too many emotions for Sorren to count, but he could tell that bitterness was layered over them all.

"It didn't have to be like this. You could have listened to Varric. You could have listened to me. You could have listened to Atlas," He started, the list spilling from his mouth as he recounted every chance Solas had been given to change. "You could have listened to Arë'veia back in the Inquisition, you could have listened to Felassan." He sighed. "But it is your nature to reject change, isn't it? I am sorry. I hope what's waiting for you isn't another prison of regret." Sorren said, and felt his dad scoff beside him, clearly still intent on sinking his teeth around the Dread Wolf's throat.

"You think yourself capable of judging me? I have faced things you could not possibly comprehend!" Solas shouted. "You are a mortal! A mortal! And I am a-"

"A traitor." Arë'veia spoke up, stepping from the crowd into Solas' line of sight. "A traitor to The People. To those you promised to protect and guide." Atlas added beside her, his voice laced with far less anger, and far more betrayal. "You promised."

"Vhenan. Da'len." Solas addressed them both as the Veil dragged him back, chuckling bitterly to himself. "I am a fool…" His gaze lingered over the former inquisitors; his former love, his former friend, and back to Rook, before he spoke again. "Who finally met his match."

[cobrakaisb]

hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3

of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods. 

Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers

miguel:

you and miguel are so close

the age difference does not affect him at all

he is very protective of you before cobra kai

but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈

let’s just say that this kid is bothering you

miguel definitely notices and scares them off

you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that

“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”

you were so excited for him at the all valley

you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything

miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do

karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you

miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads

“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺 

you wear his hoodies all the time

they are very big on you, but very comfy

you help him with sam

“i punched her in the face” “what why?”

“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”

when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it

“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy” 

johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel

y’all hang out together

his friends are your friends and vice versa

your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”

when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny

“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”

but then you cry into his chest

when miguel wakes up you’re at school

you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up

you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him

“i love you too y/n now get off me”

you can’t keep up with his love life

“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?” 

overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother

robby:

you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)

you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)

“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”

when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift

you actually go to school, unlike him

“just skip y/n” “no robby”

it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again

“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him

you go to the skatepark with him

he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)

when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to

he feels so awkward about it

“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”

robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)

i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions

like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something

he also knows how to cheer you up :)))

“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”

when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him

because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that

you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves

“why can’t she just be our mom?”

when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies

but quickly explains that he can’t leave you

daniel tells robby that you can come too

“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”

you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point

“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room

when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him

you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go

“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”

you just understand each other

when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too

you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you

you have many arguments about this

“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”

robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny

the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do

eli/hawk:

okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what

you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once

you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)

you encourage him to do karate

when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him

now the roles are reversed

hawk protects you now

no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him

i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you

“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”

sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉

he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”

you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli

“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*

“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”

“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”

one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch

“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you

hawk has a proud brother moment

anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”

his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you

“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”

“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!” 

as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it

as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs

“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”

when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks

you confront him about his new behavior

“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!” 

you’re crying and then storm off to your room

that breaks him

is highkey the start of his redemption

when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”

literally motivates him to fix things

you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back

you hug him so tight

“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”  

bonus demetri:

he is a nerd, you are a nerd

the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together 

“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”

you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic 

it gets on your nerves 

bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt 

“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”

even though you’re a nerd you’re cool 

like you have a lot of friends in your grade 

“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume 

listen to his rants about how eli’s changed 

you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out

so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do

“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone” 

demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do

if you do join great more sibling bonding

if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties

y’all go to the comic book store together

its sibling bonding time

you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing 

“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!” 

you sign his cast first

you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand

you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮

“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”

very obvious about your distaste for her

when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary

“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”

eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms

“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”

your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing  

bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:

you are older than him by like a year

but you’re still besties for life 

you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai

“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”

you always ruffle his hair 

cheer for him at the all valley

“yeah bert!”

but also like you can’t watch 

when he gets eliminated you cringe 

he’s sad about it 

“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great” 

your opinion matters so much to him

he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺

seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft

“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?” 

bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero

y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period

[lewiselder]

Seaworld

hey. long time no arm story. sorry for being such a flaky writer. but don’t fret, the universe has given me plenty of gems in the past couple months. i also haven’t even gotten to older (arguably crazier) stories from high school and college and such. 

but today. today we’re gonna talk about how i almost got in a fight with a group of older Asian men at Seaworld, San Diego. 

THE CONTEXT: 

a couple years back, circa 2014, I was contacted by a mom and her son, William. William was (is) a young boy with a disabled right arm. Off the top of my head, i can’t remember the technical diagnosis. Basically his arm is shorter and his hand is very small, without any bones in it. Through the magic of the internet, and perhaps some sprinkling of fate, William had found my songs/videos. There is no fucking way I’ll be able to articulate here how much this meant to me (and still does), so I’m not even going to try. But, it will always be one of the biggest and most beautiful things in my life. Anyway. His awesome and super badass mom, Carrie, reached out to me. I sent William a pic of me performing from a show in STL (shout out Cory) and wrote some stuff on the back. 

For the next couple of years, I followed William’s life via his mom’s Facebook. He kept listening to my songs, and occasionally I would get a picture from his mom of him watching one of my videos. Dope. 

THE SET UP: 

Flash forward to the near present. In an attempt to quell the ever pressing anxiety attack of OHMYGODYOUHAVEDONENOTHINGWITHYOURLIFEYOUHAVENTSEENSHITORDONESHITORBEENSHITYOUAREAFAILURE i decided to use my newfound income and take a trip. an old partner of mine used to talk about how much she loved San Diego and spoke of it as some quasi-paradise. “Ok Lewis,” i thought, “go see san diego.”

So I take days off work, book tickets and an airbnb, and go to San Diego. I actually went to Denver first for a few days to kick it with Eli and his ego (shout out Eli). That was super dope, but unfortunately, we were around too many dope and good people (shout out Assetou) and so no good arm stories :(

I say goodbye to Eli. I really do love that dude, and I continue on to SD. 

Turns out, William and his family stay only about an hour away from SD. His mom and I make plans to have a day where we can all hang out. Awesome! 

THE DAY OF: 

On my, idk, 3rd day there, I link up with William and his mom. This day starts off with a crazy hipster dude legit YELLING at me while I’m with William and his mom. The dude is going, “HEY MAN, I’VE SEEN YOU SOMEWHERE, WHERE HAVE I SEEN YOU????” - over and over with an increasing amount of aggression. “I don’t know where you’ve seen me breh but I definitely don’t recognize you.” This angers him, but we drive off. I wonder if he actually had seen me somewhere before. That’s the gift and the curse of being deformed/disabled. MFs really do remember me from Tuesday, October 17th, 3:47PM, at the Dunkin Donuts on Canal in Chicago where I ordered a medium black coffee and 2 sausage, egg, and cheese sandwiches and paid with a blue debit card and coughed twice but only covered my mouth once and.........you get the idea.

Any who, we let William pick: Legoland or Seaworld. William says Seaworld. Seaworld it is, and off we go. We get there, cop tickets, I buy a cookie the size of my head, William pets some like eels or something, talks me into petting them, I pet the like eels or something, realize I probably just contaminated my cookie with deadly eel-itous, weigh the pros and cons of becoming radioactive eel man, eat cookie anyway. 

The day is dope. The weather is perfect, the sun is out, my skin burns clean off, William is awesome, my Bred 1s become mostly fish based, his mom and I chat a lot about growing up with a disabled arm, we see lots of stuff. 

Dope. 

But then, lol.

THE PART YOU WANT TO READ ABOUT:

So, the last activity we do is this sightseeing ride (the Skytower, i just googled it) where you board this big, encased ride that lifts you way into the air, from which you can see the whole city and everything. You get it. 

So we’re in line for the ride. William’s mom and I are chatting, William is being a kid and just kinda looking around, lost in his own thoughts. In front of us is this group of middle aged Asian men. They’re all kind of talking and minding their own business. But there’s this one dude. This one dude at the back of the pack, near us. 

I notice he’s looking at William. He’s looking at William with a big, goofy smile painted across his face. William is holding a stuffed seal I had bought him earlier and kind of switching it from arm to arm. The old dude starts kind of giggling while looking and smiling at William. He turns and makes a comment to another one of the dudes near him. They weren’t speaking english so I don’t know what he said, but based on his body language, I could guess. 

At this point, I’m side eyeing this dude fucking hard. Obviously he’s already on some super bogus fuck shit to laugh at a little kid with a disability. I can feel myself boiling. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd then,

Then the dude takes a step or so towards William. With that same fuck ass smile on his fuck ass head, he reaches a hand out and tries to lift William’s right sleeve up to get a better look at his arm. 

Nah.

That’s when I lose it. I grab the dudes arm and push it away. I step close to this fucking dude. Like every story so far, I don’t remember exactly what I said here, but it was something along the lines of, 

“YOU BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM AND TURN THE FUCK AROUND.” 

I raise my arm and snap in his face and point the other direction and tell him to look the fuck over there. I don’t know if he spoke english or anything but based on my body language, he could guess. William’s mom kinda jumped forward to be like, “Woah woah Lewis it’s okay, it’s okay.” William is too deep in his own world to even really notice what’s happening. 

The dude doesn’t really say much, he still has kind of a goofy smile on his face, but he turns around and looks the way I told him to. He definitely hit the, oh tee hee oops lemme just play this off real smooth. 

I apologize to William’s mom. She’s super cool about it. She jokes about William getting to see his hero go to jail. lol. When it’s our turn to board, we realize we’re supposed to go sit right next to these dudes. Thankfully, William’s mom intervenes and asks if we can sit elsewhere. Thank god for moms man.

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We board the Skytower. We shoot up 320 feet into the air. I sit next to a kid with a disfigured arm, who looks up to me, who I was ready to fight for. The ride rotates slowly. It’s a clear day. I look out onto a city I never thought I’d see, next to a person I never thought I’d meet. It’s about 5pm. William holds onto the stuffed seal I bought for him.  The sun poses for us over the San Diego skyline.

i’ll buy you 1 shot of espresso if you read this far