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Apr. 22nd, 2005 03:44 pmThey're mine.
Not borrowed from Him or anyone else.
Mine. First and foremost.
My...beloved boy. My pet student. And hopefully, soon, my Lady.
Maybe even...a family. A place here, to belong.
I've been dancing on the edges, picking up the ones others slide away from and holding them until their owners remember them, but always, ultimately, alone. Even the Lady is not Mine, but His. The other says She's likely...adopted me, but it's not the same as having people who are truly mine.
It's...complicated. And sudden. And...good, I think. But at the same time, very, very frightening, especially with her loose. Especially with my tendency to....fuck up.
But mine. I have people who are mine again.
Not borrowed from Him or anyone else.
Mine. First and foremost.
My...
Maybe even...a family. A place here, to belong.
I've been dancing on the edges, picking up the ones others slide away from and holding them until their owners remember them, but always, ultimately, alone. Even the Lady is not Mine, but His. The other says She's likely...adopted me, but it's not the same as having people who are truly mine.
It's...complicated. And sudden. And...good, I think. But at the same time, very, very frightening, especially with her loose. Especially with my tendency to....fuck up.
But mine. I have people who are mine again.
