honeyandpetrichor

    Your name is Mituna Captor, and you seem to be having a tough time.    The feeling wells up within you yet again: that which made you sweat through the winter, which dug under your skin, searing it at the touch. That which itched at your brain and plagued you for hours on end with no release. Of course, you had always known this feeling. All your seven-and-a-half sweeps, between migraines it haunted you. The only difference was that now, your twitching and sputtering was met with an answer. One of the more positive aspects of the debacle, you think, is that your friends actively show you they care about you. They listen.    Yet they ca