(some of us have been craving it for way too long. when he officially joined the mafia, that was what he was searching for - a reason amongst bloodshed and torture to live, to understand what it feels like to breathe. it was given to him by the man he loved asking him to save rather lives than take, as the last words he ever pronounced.
some days, he can just do that. some others, it's harder to speak. being a genius fucking sucks.)
Well, enjoy the not-so-old me for now, I don't think I'll make the list! Well, anyway. Coffee first, right?
(there's nothing sad, or nebulous about how he says it. it's cheery, like a kid awaiting Christmas, patiently counting the minutes until the presents can be opened.)
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some days, he can just do that. some others, it's harder to speak. being a genius fucking sucks.)
Well, enjoy the not-so-old me for now, I don't think I'll make the list! Well, anyway. Coffee first, right?
(there's nothing sad, or nebulous about how he says it. it's cheery, like a kid awaiting Christmas, patiently counting the minutes until the presents can be opened.)