http://animus.chaosdeathfish.com/ 2026-04-07T16:04:08+00:00 http://animus.chaosdeathfish.com/ http://animus.chaosdeathfish.com/_media/favicon.ico text/html 2019-03-09T21:35:31+00:00 http://animus.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:beneath_the_skin?rev=1552167331&do=diff Beneath The Skin Face framed in the mirror: hair growing out, no longer the unruly mess it used to be. You take care of it now, trim it neatly rather than hacking vindictively and messily. Remember cutting it the first time? They always loved your hair, how long and thick and silky it was. They taught you how to pin it back all neat and prim. You never thought about it all that much. text/html 2019-06-18T07:23:34+00:00 http://animus.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:day_of_triumph?rev=1560842614&do=diff Day of Triumph “Mamaaaa, I can’t see!” came the whine of a small girl with a head full of red curls, standing on her tiptoes in a cheering crowd, teetering over with the effort to make herself taller to see over the top. Her mother laughed, and picked up her daughter and placed her on her shoulders. text/html 2020-01-13T14:03:12+00:00 http://animus.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:review_copy?rev=1578924192&do=diff Review Copy Daughter stands on the bank of the river. Mother stands on the other. Neither expected this to end in this place, but it was inevitable that this would end here. Everything ends here. Daughter looks Mother up and down, and where there was once respect, adoration even, you would be mistaken for believing that what flooded her eyes was pity.