[Error: unknown template qotd]In my birth family, I am the revealer of lies, the one who pulls the skeletons out the closets, and rubs the face of the abusers in the stench of their own deeds. I have escaped alive, barely, and now it is they who suffer their own mistakes, all trying to desperately hide behind their illusions again.
In the family I have created for myself: I am one who dreams, who loves, and one who protects. Always, to my last breath.
So, eh, this fic started out of a few different things that were in my head: a conversation about power balance within relationships and types of relationships, a memory of an old friend, and a poem that decided to attack me this morning as soon as I awoke. Anyway, I have no idea how long it will be, but I promise to finish it even though I'm also working on "The Gossip Game".