Blood. No matter what anyone pleads, it always matters. Everything revolves around it. What you are, who you are born to, even how you are treated is predetermined by.... what? No one knows for sure. The answers you're born into seem to always be lacking, but still you are born into them. We squabble over such matters as these. Wars are fought over trivial things and the blood that can seem so precious, so important, but sometimes so worthless is cast to the ground along with the shells that once held them. Blood supplies life, death, wealth, poverty, misery, and goodness. It gives you a family or orphans you. You can be born a prince; striving in wealth and riches or you can be born a peasant; hopelessly trying to climb the chain to the one subconscious goal of all humans- power. "No," you say? "I am not ambitious," you say? Wait until you taste some...
Tyrants: the story of two tyrants.
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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