I looked in a stone mirror
deep in a cavern underground
and this is what I saw.
Current Residence: here
sew a shadowPeter came looking for his Shadow.sew a shadow by wh0rem0ans
Wendy found her own as well as his.
Which one did she sew onto Peter?
a first date with a long term relationshipI treat my body like (a first date with) someone special:a first date with a long term relationship by wh0rem0ans
I am attentive,
I notice what works
and what doesn't,
I cater to needs and desires.
After all, there's the potential for (a long term) relationship.
Mechanic's BluesI'm getting grease on my sandwich when she walks in. The whole hangar pretends to be busy while throwing glances at her.Mechanic's Blues by Memnalar
She looks around, finds me, smiles. She's walking my way, but her eyes are all for her baby. I've been pulling extra shifts getting her baby ready to fly.
There's a monkey on her shoulder. It leaps off, and scrambles into the cockpit.
She tosses her goggles on top of my workbench, brushes a braid away from her shoulder. "How's she look?"
Perfect, I want to say, but that wasn't the question. "I patched your oil leak, unstuck your throttle problem. Had to replace your altimeter, but I told you that."
"Yeah, you told me that." Her eyes are brown. Could've sworn they were blue. They're blue in my dreams.
Those brown eyes are turning the ship over and over. My eyes? Well, I guess they're doing ungentlemanly things, but they snap back to attention when she speaks.
"Am I loaded?" she says.
I shake my head, grinning. "Yeah. The clockguns are all bolted in and to
AshenI'd just finished cleaning the silt out of the last generator and dropped it back into the water when Pit found me.Ashen by Memnalar
"Up and running?" he asked.
"Spinning away. Lot of minerals in these rivers down here. Lot more than up on the surface. Fucks up the works."
Pit nodded. "Least there's no snow down here."
I didn't get into it with him. Last time we went topside, Pit left a hand in that snow. If I closed my eyes, I could still smell the skin melting. "You need something?"
Pit looked past me, toward my boy. Jacob. He was scrubbing away at a filthy generator part, or at least pretending to be.
I gritted my teeth, then looked at Jacob. He looked back, with huge eyes that didn't miss much. So much of his mother there.
"Head out, kid," I said. "Take these last couple generators with you. Take 'em up to Zeb for cleaning, we can't do nothing for 'em down here."
After my kid was gone, Pit came down to business.
"There's a nooge up top," he said. "Crazy fucker walked right up to the picket line. Sa
InkI'm wearing your hand from my neck.Ink by Memnalar
I spent a week drying it out, preserving it, taking care that the tattoo was still visible. Once I was convinced that it didn't stink, I threaded the zip-tie through the wrist, hung it over my head and tucked it inside my jacket. Good thing, because I don't think this group I hooked up with would understand. Some of them still have their husbands, wives, kids, moms or dads out there. They still hope. They can still look at the moon and think to themselves, maybe you're looking at the same moon right now. They can stay warm with that thought as they drift off to sleep.
All I know is, if you're looking at the moon, you aren't thinking a damn thing. Not even of me.
I take it out now and then, when it's my turn on watch. Everyone else is asleep, or trying to be. I take out your hand and look at that tattoo. I did it for you, while I was learning the trade. It looks like shit, but you loved it.
WANT. You had me tattoo that on your left hand, in tha