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paradisalogs2012-07-30 09:06 pm
scinlae) wrote in paradisalogs2012-07-30 09:06 pm
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a tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees
ᴡʜᴏ: Morgana & open!?
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Because clearly after having your mind messed with for a week you go and take your frustrates out on a helpless wall. With magic.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: After the plot!
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: In a less crowded part of the city.
[ It thrums in her fingers, through her palms, and up her arms. Familiar friend. Her ears barely registers the words that leave her mouth, but her eyes see the wall crack loudly. Dust stirs around hem of her dress.
The memories are too raw, too real, she claws at them uselessly. Trying to get them out of her head.
Crack.
Was this a punishment? Some sort of cruel joke? To remind her of how things had been. Of how she used to be.
(she is dead and gone)
(please stop bringing her back)
Flames surge through the crack, splitting it wider with a deafening sound. It echoes in her head, in the air around her. She laughs and the flames roar only to die, withering as they try to escape the crack. As if the air itself smothered them until they turned to embers.
This fixes nothing but ease the pressure in her chest. ]
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Because clearly after having your mind messed with for a week you go and take your frustrates out on a helpless wall. With magic.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: After the plot!
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: In a less crowded part of the city.
[ It thrums in her fingers, through her palms, and up her arms. Familiar friend. Her ears barely registers the words that leave her mouth, but her eyes see the wall crack loudly. Dust stirs around hem of her dress.
The memories are too raw, too real, she claws at them uselessly. Trying to get them out of her head.
Crack.
Was this a punishment? Some sort of cruel joke? To remind her of how things had been. Of how she used to be.
(she is dead and gone)
(please stop bringing her back)
Flames surge through the crack, splitting it wider with a deafening sound. It echoes in her head, in the air around her. She laughs and the flames roar only to die, withering as they try to escape the crack. As if the air itself smothered them until they turned to embers.
This fixes nothing but ease the pressure in her chest. ]