
A Note From Billie
Years later, they meet again. The sun is red like the red of the vines and their juice is nothing like blood. The uniforms are gone, of course, no more red wrapped around them.
“I guess you really are old now”, says Billie. “I should have brought you a cane.”
Daud just grunts at that. Billie knows he would only use it as growth support for some crooked plant.
They drink the wine until the bitterness is gone, maybe even gets a sweet note and maybe elicits a laugh or two. They are no longer focused on lighting themselves with thin matches – after all there’s not much left to set fire to. So they make it a funeral pyre for the past life and watch the sun burn hot, then burn up.
i can’t remember where exactly i picked the vineyard-of-guilt-headcanon up but i don’t accept anything else
Years later, they meet again. The sun is red like the red of the vines and their juice is nothing like blood. The uniforms are gone, of course, no more red wrapped around them.
“I guess you really are old now”, says Billie. “I should have brought you a cane.”
Daud just grunts at that. Billie knows he would only use it as growth support for some crooked plant.
They drink the wine until the bitterness is gone, maybe even gets a sweet note and maybe elicits a laugh or two. They are no longer focused on lighting themselves with thin matches – after all there’s not much left to set fire to. So they make it a funeral pyre for the past life and watch the sun burn hot, then burn up.
i can’t remember where exactly i picked the vineyard-of-guilt-headcanon up but i don’t accept anything else
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