My best friend growing up was a matter of convenience over compatibility. The boy across the street was only a year older than me. We had some common interests but our personality types were a terrible clash. I remember fighting with him just as vividly as any peaceful activity.
We were stuck in the same boat though. There was no other kids to socialize with except our odious older brothers, and being together was slightly less wretched than being alone. Most of the time. Our parents joked that we were like an old married couple, always fighting. We’re both gay now.
His family was better off so he brought more toys and video games to the friendship table. My family had more land so we had animals to play with and secret forest clubhouses. We hung out most days but he refused to acknowledge me at school for the sin of being both a year younger and a girl.
He was a terribly sore loser though. When playing fighting games he’d win four out of five rounds but if I won the fifth he’d turn the console off before letting my character do a victory dance. I was fairly prosaic about this. He liked to play them and I went along. When I won I got to suggest other activities.
Now, I mentioned we both had older brothers. His older brother was only three years above him. They scuffled in a normal sibling manner but the older brother was cognizant that he was bigger and stronger and these fights were more what I would characterize as fencing. There was rules and treaties in place.
My older brother was five years older than me. When we fought it was a no holds barred pit fight. I went absolutely feral. Significantly younger and weaker I unleashed my greatest weapon which was absolute berserker tactics. I bit, scratched, went for the balls, I was a menace. I paid no heed to any injury done to me if it let me land another strike. Most of our fights ended in a stalemate of me pinned or him bleeding too profusely to continue harassing me.
I never considered that I was getting more fighting experience than my friend. When scuffles broke out between us without a controller in hand I won every time. He’d jokingly smack me and we’d go down in a ball of flying hair and monkey screeches, but I always ended on top.
The trouble was, I found, that afterward he was no fun at all. His fragile childhood masculinity couldn’t take these defeats from someone younger and more female than him and he’d always sulk home afterward. I didn’t care for that, especially because fighting him was much more fun than my horrible brother.
Then one day I found the secret. I’d whapped him far too hard upside the head and he began to cry immediately. Full of guilt I whimpered that he’d really hurt my knee. He stopped crying. He hurt my knee? Then we were even! He’d hurt me just as badly and therefore the fight was a draw.
I was delighted by this logic. Every fight thereafter I saw no shame in playing up some injury he’d dealt me retroactively. I had no pride to lose and shamelessly acted beaten to avoid hurting his feelings. Our fights were milder as a result, and we both went away feeling elated by the childhood violence rather than defeated.
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“in those moment alone, as my fingers trace freckles from cheek to collarbone, or as i watch the way starlight dances across skin, i marvel at how one can feel such intimacy, but also such great distance.”
colin really said yeah sex is great and all but what about love? what about yearning? what about feeling someones soul? what about looking into the eyes of someone and feeling seen, like you’re home. ahhh!!!
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AAAA omg. So, when I first moved back home and got Røst i realised our neighbour down the street also had a springer who happened to be Røst's uncle.
Well i ran into her on the trail just now, WITH HER NEW BABY SPRINGER. Turns out Røst's uncle unfortunately passed away a few months ago, so she's gotten another little spaniel boy to fill the void.
Guess what? Røst is his uncle!
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Soldier Boy didn't love Crimson Countess, despite what he said.
He loved that she would always be there for him, which was why he was so angry she didn't come for him. He loved the idea of her that was obsessed and subservient to him, when the truth is like how Mallory explained it - no one likes him and is really scared of him. Crimson Countess was just another person who told Soldier Boy what he wanted to hear.
And when she stopped doing that, when she didn't rush after him and die trying to save him - proving her love and loyalty to him despite how he would never do the same - he was so angry and, while the love was a twisted, toxic version of it that wasn't real, that betrayal was real and he played that off so well.
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