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cobblers-son.livejournal.comDo you know what tonight is?
Nothing terribly special, actually. Just that his teacher is ill today, and so Kit Marlowe has the day off. Now, most boys his age on their days off would be running around outside - talking, practicing with staffs and bows, having a lark.
Kit had Latin.
And so it is when the blinding light clears from his eyes, the skinny boy dressed in breeches and an undyed shirt with nothing on his feet is clutching a book.
This?
Isn't home.
He can't smell blood.
Nothing terribly special, actually. Just that his teacher is ill today, and so Kit Marlowe has the day off. Now, most boys his age on their days off would be running around outside - talking, practicing with staffs and bows, having a lark.
Kit had Latin.
And so it is when the blinding light clears from his eyes, the skinny boy dressed in breeches and an undyed shirt with nothing on his feet is clutching a book.
This?
Isn't home.
He can't smell blood.
