MEMORY #5: A Minor Prophecy.
Sep. 24th, 2013 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theliesof This is the shortest memory in his registry.
Locke is fourteen, on the roof with his mentor, Father Chains, who's looking at him, slightly appalled.
“Some day, Locke Lamora,” he said, “some day, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.”
“Oh please,” said Locke. “It’ll never happen.”
+200 cockiness
Locke is fourteen, on the roof with his mentor, Father Chains, who's looking at him, slightly appalled.
“Some day, Locke Lamora,” he said, “some day, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.”
“Oh please,” said Locke. “It’ll never happen.”
+200 cockiness
