Wapun Meadow boorish

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something off. something off off off off off in those bluest springbright eyes. the azure of summer dusk. the shimmer of shadowed water.
as with all he met, merrick wondered if there too was a darkened figure, a likeness of this blonde boy that followed. a demon.
surely all had one.
perhaps not. he must keep searching, then, but tongue weighed heavily with the taste of his own madness. copper. blight. serpent seeking another to mate beneath a hot august moon.
merrick drew a breath that shook for reasons unknown and unsearched. "didn't mean to startle you." the truth, but up close, the boy found it was a lie. what might he shake loose from this butterscotch spectre?