patches and pockets.

Posted by Corrigan on September 15, 2008, 6:30 pm, in reply to "between knives and moon;"
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She comes close, she touches him, she speaks, and then he unravels like the ribbons of a pulled bow and buries his face into his teacher’s shoulder like a scared child does to it’s mother. He isn’t young but he isn’t old, he is in that difficult stage of life where everything has it’s eighty questions with no answers, where his feelings don’t know which way to go, and, he is left questioning his own existence and wondering if it’s him or if it’s the rest of the world that God hates. “Can someone like me even do this?” The question is a strange one and he doesn’t seek an answer for it—not outright at least. The boy’s voice is both dark and bright with change, his hair is long but it is also short, and he is growing into his long thoroughbred legs. In short, he looks older than he is, perhaps it’s a stroke of lightning or luck, either of the two are ironic and loaded with karma for him. “I want to, both my Father’s are spies and, I’ve really done a lot of thinking about it—I would be good at Espionage, but, I really don’t think that I can use my mind to it’s fullest abilities. I don’t know if I’m ready and I don’t know how to tell. I would fight if I saw the point behind it, but when I know there is ways around it with words, then it’s when I think I would be best where I am now.” Corrigan looked away for a moment, his electric green eyes (his grandfather’s eyes, nuclear and strange looking) they track something moving around on the ground just ahead of them. “I may never be an Oracle.” And frankly, it isn’t his dream to be one, not yet at least. “But I can help other’s understand things where it is beyond their limits.”

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