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slayer_fray) wrote2005-09-10 07:54 pm
slayer_fray) wrote2005-09-10 07:54 pm
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[Theatrical Muse: How Did You Lose your Virginity?]
The same way everyone else does, o’course.
Oh, y’mean, who, where, when? OK. Not that I ever thought it that important, but whatever.
After Harth died, I left Erin. Never went home after bein’ discharged from the beds. Grabbed t’eat. Slept where I dropped. I didn’t need family anymore. Was on my own.
I was fourteen. He was mid-thirties. Said his name was Case. I never got a last name. Don’t know if he even told the truth about his first.
I can’t remember if I believed he loved me, or even if I believed I loved him. It was a place to stay, a table to eat off, a warm body next to me. After fourteen years of sharin’ a bed - even with your brother - y’kinda miss it when it’s gone, y’know?
It was nothin’ special, ruttin’ away every night. Didn’t hurt or nothin’, even when I bled, but nothin’ to write home about - if I had been talking to my sister. I did some grabbin’ for him as well, bringin’ home food an’ stuff.
After about three weeks, I came back t’find him with a friend of his. Pump. Not as souped up as some’a the guys y’get in Versi, but an ugly creep anyway. And Case tells me that if I sleep with this guy, he’ll pay me three koi. Ruttin’ creep’s been pimpin’ me out to his buds.
I left that room five minutes later, wiping cartilage and blood from my fist. I never heard from either of them again. They were still breathing when I left though, I know that much.
Could never bring myself to care, though.
Muse: Melaka Fray
Fandom: Joss Whedon’s Fray
Word count: 275
Oh, y’mean, who, where, when? OK. Not that I ever thought it that important, but whatever.
After Harth died, I left Erin. Never went home after bein’ discharged from the beds. Grabbed t’eat. Slept where I dropped. I didn’t need family anymore. Was on my own.
I was fourteen. He was mid-thirties. Said his name was Case. I never got a last name. Don’t know if he even told the truth about his first.
I can’t remember if I believed he loved me, or even if I believed I loved him. It was a place to stay, a table to eat off, a warm body next to me. After fourteen years of sharin’ a bed - even with your brother - y’kinda miss it when it’s gone, y’know?
It was nothin’ special, ruttin’ away every night. Didn’t hurt or nothin’, even when I bled, but nothin’ to write home about - if I had been talking to my sister. I did some grabbin’ for him as well, bringin’ home food an’ stuff.
After about three weeks, I came back t’find him with a friend of his. Pump. Not as souped up as some’a the guys y’get in Versi, but an ugly creep anyway. And Case tells me that if I sleep with this guy, he’ll pay me three koi. Ruttin’ creep’s been pimpin’ me out to his buds.
I left that room five minutes later, wiping cartilage and blood from my fist. I never heard from either of them again. They were still breathing when I left though, I know that much.
Could never bring myself to care, though.
Muse: Melaka Fray
Fandom: Joss Whedon’s Fray
Word count: 275