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[synanthrope]

I turned 27 three days ago. Usually Socrates reminds me - I get distracted and I don't realize my birthday is passing. This year it was cars and curses. I've been repairing the body and engine of an off-roading vehicle, and the smell of the blood in the backseat the work has been engrossing. He gave me a pair of seashell earrings last year, ones he found and harvested himself. They were pale and made of the Glory of the Sea.

The odd thing is that I'm fairly sure I've turned 27 here before, but that was years ago. So am I in my thirties, now? I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll calculate the numbers. I'm 27.

There's a cake. I think it's chocolate.

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[synanthrope]

Inexperienced souls?

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Your gender to mock, my love, have your pick.

[synanthrope]

How generous of you.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

You wanted a gift?

[synanthrope]

Not from you.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

And why?

[synanthrope]

Because you're not him.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Oh, El, do spare me lovers without.

[synanthrope]

He's not my lover.

What an odd thing to think. My lovers are far less important.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

I'll not ask, you know, so you'd best tell me.

[synanthrope]

My brother.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

...oh. A sibling. No, we are not each other's kin. Perhaps each other's kin slayers, but not kin.

[synanthrope]

Yes.