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Each place has a different smell, but the base notes are the same," Icarus went on. "Steel, piss, hot concrete, sweat, and skin. If you're near a body of water you can mix that in too" . . . .
"And eventually the entire city begins to make an impression, like a Rothko. Just a haze of layers and sensations in color."
. . . ."And the memory of all the sensations sort of settles in your chest, as an ache with a name."
— May 07, 2024 06:26AM
"And eventually the entire city begins to make an impression, like a Rothko. Just a haze of layers and sensations in color."
. . . ."And the memory of all the sensations sort of settles in your chest, as an ache with a name."
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"Do you have any sins to confess?"
Icarus pressed his forehead to the floor.
"Lust, Anger . . . Greed."
The silence lasted long enough for Icarus's heart to slow. Angus sighed and put a hand on the back of Icarus's neck.
"Your sins are yours to decide. But love is never a sin, and the rules of men who don't understand that don't matter," he said gently.
— May 09, 2024 05:49AM
Icarus pressed his forehead to the floor.
"Lust, Anger . . . Greed."
The silence lasted long enough for Icarus's heart to slow. Angus sighed and put a hand on the back of Icarus's neck.
"Your sins are yours to decide. But love is never a sin, and the rules of men who don't understand that don't matter," he said gently.
