ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@aspiringPessimist Less than a sweep after the murder of my moirail and his lusus I heard noises in what was supposed to have been his empty hive beside mine and went to investigate. I walk in with the keys he'd given me ages before his death and I see a troll setting up as if making the space their own. They can't be much older than me and they are terrified. Words feel like static as they pass through one ear and out the other and before I know it my scissors are in my hand and I surge forward with such a burning rage that my throat burns in the aftermath of the scream erupting from it. It is brutal because I do not often use my weapon but they die quickly. Once I regain my senses it is too late and I look with eyes wet with tears between my own blood stained hands and the troll lying lifeless on the ground in front of me. Their blood soaks into the floor, mingling with the long since dried blood stains my moirail left behind and I vomit. My then matesprit finds me there kneeling before the body as the light begins to peek over the horizon hours later and he takes me hive, where my lusus is waiting and worrying. They are speaking but I cannot hear. My throat hurts. I just want them to be quiet. I fall asleep. πΌπππππ’ πππ
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