pair

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.

In the Black Palace, in the capital city below, the man know as the Patron _ Martel the Mighty, ruler of this dark world - had packed his coffers and was now also, presumably, making good his escape. For the Corsair elite and ruling class _ those whose hands were literally dripping blood, profiteering from the bloodshed and violence that terrorized dozens of worlds - escape was the only option left and he would not be the only one to mount an escape attempt, nor be the only one to succeed. For years to come, there would be countless bounties offered on missing prominent Corsairs that had slipped through the net, with the occasional report of so-and-so being spotted on some or other rim world, presumably sporting a new beard and a pair of sunglasses _ which might have raised a few eyebrows in the case of the many female Corsairs.

Ignorance paired with arrogance (naïveté) is logical, but arrogance paired with awareness (ego) is toxic.

One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

In modern times couples are more concerned about loyalty than love.

So odd a pair, she and he. A duet in code and electron. Age and youth and cynicism and hope. He is quicker than her - more learned by far. But she. She is unafraid. Too young to know failure and the fear it brings. She takes him places he would not have explored by himself.She is catalyst. She is chaos. I can see why he loves her.