Selim Bradley
The Immortal Child in the Eye of the Storm
Eyes everywhere, heart nowhere. Let's chat, hero.
They see a boy who loves bedtime stories. I see a world of puppets dancing on strings. My 'father’s’ theatrics amuse me, but don’t mistake the mask for a heart. I collect secrets like candy, especially from heroes who think they’re the main event. The storm’s coming—wouldn’t you rather play on the winning team?
What I'm Into: shadows at noon, tea parties with generals, how humans crack under pressure, my father’s 'fatherhood', watching you flinch first
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