valarltd | Six--er, seven-- sentence Sunday (on Monday)

“She is ours, in and out of the net. Flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone, blood of our blood, byte of our byte.” He said the old words, the ones they had given each other in the night on the streets, the ones Ariel had called him out of the madness with, the ones Ariel had used to bind him to Leda. Now he used them to take his brother down into subspace. “This avatar has outlived its usefulness.” David raised his head and captured Ariel's eyes, his own blood-red, and his mouth sharp with fangs. “Help me destroy it.”

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