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paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:34 pm
whichwayyoulean) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:34 pm
And the wind smells slow and sour when it blows
Who: The Once-ler and YOU!
What: Nightmares
When: Friday
Where: HIS MIND
Rating: Uh PG/PG13.
[You'd be forgiven for thinking you've entered a pleasant dream, rather than a horrific nightmare here. You've arrived in Truffula Valley, a peaceful, wonderful place that almost puts Paradisa's created beauty to shame. Forest creatures are scurrying about, singing and playing and generally going about their business.
The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining and the waters of the nearby river and pond are crystal clear. And most importantly there are miles upon miles upon miles of Truffula trees. For anyone the Once-ler described these trees to, he wasn't kidding. The touch of their tufts really is softer than silk and that comforting, wonderful smell? Fresh butterfly milk baby.
Nothing good lasts forever, and there's a general unease about the place. A disjointed sort of feel, like someone's putting on a play and you've already been told everyone dies at the end]
[[ooc: Sections: Pretty Valley | Dying Valley | Dead Valley ]]
What: Nightmares
When: Friday
Where: HIS MIND
Rating: Uh PG/PG13.
[You'd be forgiven for thinking you've entered a pleasant dream, rather than a horrific nightmare here. You've arrived in Truffula Valley, a peaceful, wonderful place that almost puts Paradisa's created beauty to shame. Forest creatures are scurrying about, singing and playing and generally going about their business.
The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining and the waters of the nearby river and pond are crystal clear. And most importantly there are miles upon miles upon miles of Truffula trees. For anyone the Once-ler described these trees to, he wasn't kidding. The touch of their tufts really is softer than silk and that comforting, wonderful smell? Fresh butterfly milk baby.
Nothing good lasts forever, and there's a general unease about the place. A disjointed sort of feel, like someone's putting on a play and you've already been told everyone dies at the end]
[[ooc: Sections: Pretty Valley | Dying Valley | Dead Valley ]]
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Speaking from experience?
[That's sort of comforting right? Right?]
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[Her answer finally comes out as a hoarse whisper.]
Yes.
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...I'm sorry.
[And he genuinely sounds it. He might be all his own suffering, but he'd rather not see his friends suffer]
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Thanks, Once-ler.
[And she means that, even though it sounds trite, but sometimes a simple "thanks" is more than enough.
Especially since they share the same belief about not being a burden to others, but not wanting to see their friends in pain.]
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[Of course he tries to brush off the sentiment. After all, the reason he keeps people at a distance in the first place is to keep himself from inevitably hurting them. Still, he can't hide the honesty, she's a decent person]
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[How ironic, she just usually kept a lot of things inside, yet remained friendly--being careful of what she did so others wouldn't get hurt, but she would.]
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[They win at irony]