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Jan. 13th, 2009 02:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beforeyoucanblinkThis is not an evil lair.
Evil lairs are caves and underground facilities, with guards and guns and traps. This is one of many rooms in a mansion, security tight but no barbed wire, comfortable and homelike. It’s filled with posters and dressers and a closet and a chair, and it’s decorated in green and black.
There aren’t any pictures in the room, at all. But that’s not evil.
There’s a kid in that room that’s not an evil lair: he’s blond, and seventeen, and he belongs here; he believes that with all of his heart. He is the success, he is everything his (boss) family worked towards.
But he’s a replacement. He’s the second; someone else could’ve belonged here whole-heartedly, and for a while he considers keeping this information to himself. But he has to tell, because that’s why he belongs here.
And so he sits on his bed in the room that’s not really an evil lair, and he talks, and he listens, and then he leaves, light off and door locked.
Evil lairs are caves and underground facilities, with guards and guns and traps. This is one of many rooms in a mansion, security tight but no barbed wire, comfortable and homelike. It’s filled with posters and dressers and a closet and a chair, and it’s decorated in green and black.
There aren’t any pictures in the room, at all. But that’s not evil.
There’s a kid in that room that’s not an evil lair: he’s blond, and seventeen, and he belongs here; he believes that with all of his heart. He is the success, he is everything his (boss) family worked towards.
But he’s a replacement. He’s the second; someone else could’ve belonged here whole-heartedly, and for a while he considers keeping this information to himself. But he has to tell, because that’s why he belongs here.
And so he sits on his bed in the room that’s not really an evil lair, and he talks, and he listens, and then he leaves, light off and door locked.
