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From Understanding My Fate in a Mexican Museum

I may never hold creation in my skin
but I will always dream it.

Kiddy Grade, Eclair & Chevalier

Date: 2019-08-04 01:19 pm (UTC)
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"Mother?"

Sometimes, Eclair wondered when she'd gotten so used to being called that. Of all the things she'd never expected to do, having a child was near the top of the list. He was not her flesh or blood, of course, considering what she was, but that didn't matter.

He was her son and she found herself slowly beginning to dream of a future where he could stay her son...

"What is it?" she asked, smiling. The look on his young face was expectant and she hoped that she could answer his question for once.

Or help him find it.

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