Snapshots
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He was never good with words. They didn't come easily; something in his brain jarred whenever he tried to be sincere and poetic and nothing sounded right no matter how many times he reordered the words.
Eventually he just gave up on speech altogether and relied on hand movements, widened eyes, expressions.
A picture can paint a thousand words.
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She couldn't help but feel clumsy and awkward as she tried to walk on her new legs. They were horrible heavy things – large lumps of tissue and muscle and flesh and blood - that rooted her down to the dying earth.
When she had been a cat she had been graceful; her back arched, fur glossy, claws sharp and teeth bared. But now she can barely take two steps without falling over and twisting her ankle, and she wonders why she's still smiling when it hurts so much.
Maybe it's because nobody else can remember how.
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a.n: omg dark cloud drabbles xD. toan and xiao, yo. i've had that game for like 2 years and still haven't completed it…