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Jan. 12th, 2015 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velocette[As usual, he's smoking. And it's not unusual that he's staring at the smoke like he's been hypnotized, but he's smiling more than he has in the years he's been on board.]
You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.
I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.
I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?
You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.
I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.
I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?
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Date: 2015-02-12 02:46 am (UTC)Yeah. One of many; none of them are socially accepted by adults, though. What do you do at eleven?
[He grins, shrugs a shoulder] A favorite habit, yes. Something people probably tell you not to do, or look at you funny for.
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Date: 2015-02-12 01:02 pm (UTC)People are going to look at us funny anyway. Why not enjoy ourselves while they do it?
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Date: 2015-02-16 01:38 am (UTC)A dream come true, then. For some, anyway. I don't imagine all witches or wizards get in?
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Date: 2015-02-16 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-20 01:31 am (UTC)No one would stand for it where I'm from. Too many thugs and criminals mingling with normal, well-adjusted children...but with magic thrown on top.
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Date: 2015-02-20 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-22 06:41 am (UTC)[He smiles, a little wistful, wondering what her neighborhood must be like. Nothing is perfect but, honestly, hers sounds nice.] They are where I live. They have to be. I was thirteen the first time I stabbed someone. I was eleven the first time I saw a boot party. But I've read about other places where that's not the norm; I'd like to visit them, now that I actually know how to be on my best behavior.
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Date: 2015-02-23 12:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-25 04:59 am (UTC)It's as boring as it sounds.
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Date: 2015-02-25 12:55 pm (UTC)