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"Come home with me... I'll take care of you."
"Come with me, you have potential."

"Darling, are you heartless? Stay, don't hurt me."
"Get up and show me what you've learnt."

"You're so cruel... did you learn from her?"
"Hah. He taught you that, huh? Weakness?"

"Fire is useless, only good for fighting. Magma is better, look"
"Magma is weak and slow, let me show you a true flame."

"Stay away from her, she's bad for you. I love you, my child."
"Don't see him anymore, he weakens your power. You'll become the best, just listen to me."

"...you remind me of her."
"You remind me of him."
"Forget about her/him."

---

I have my mother's eyes, but father's orb. Mother's horns, but father's hair. They smile and tell me to follow them, grip burning my arms. They're pulling too hard. I know it should hurt, but I don't think I feel anything anymore.

Everyday, going back and forth. If I stop, the others will look at me weird. I'm tired. I want to hurt them but I love..? them. I want them close to me, but I feel so disgusted. They're my family, but they don't deserve to be.

I'm confused. A part of me says to obey the superior, the other to become superior. But sometimes they switch ideas.

Two similar things talking about themselves in a roundabout way.

Whatever, I don't care.

From a place they can't touch, he mused while wrapping his arms in charred gauze.
But when they found someone else. when his flames dimmed down and proved useless, they stopped pulling him.

The burns remain.
-En

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"Come home with me... I'll take care of you."
"Come with me, you have potential."

"Darling, are you heartless? Stay, don't hurt me."
"Get up and show me what you've learnt."

"You're so cruel... did you learn from her?"
"Hah. He taught you that, huh? Weakness?"

"Fire is useless, only good for fighting. Magma is better, look"
"Magma is weak and slow, let me show you a true flame."

"Stay away from her, she's bad for you. I love you, my child."
"Don't see him anymore, he weakens your power. You'll become the best, just listen to me."

"...you remind me of her."
"You remind me of him."
"Forget about her/him."

---

I have my mother's eyes, but father's orb. Mother's horns, but father's hair. They smile and tell me to follow them, grip burning my arms. They're pulling too hard. I know it should hurt, but I don't think I feel anything anymore.

Everyday, going back and forth. If I stop, the others will look at me weird. I'm tired. I want to hurt them but I love..? them. I want them close to me, but I feel so disgusted. They're my family, but they don't deserve to be.

I'm confused. A part of me says to obey the superior, the other to become superior. But sometimes they switch ideas.

Two similar things talking about themselves in a roundabout way.

Whatever, I don't care.

From a place they can't touch, he mused while wrapping his arms in charred gauze.
But when they found someone else. when his flames dimmed down and proved useless, they stopped pulling him.

The burns remain.
-En

My commissions: fav.me/ddqov97

My art may not be used, edited, traced, reproduced, or reposted (without credit) in any way without my permission, thanks.