08-28-2017, 09:20 PM
they say only the good die young.
A being that is the epitome of ethereal, she seems to be in a fog. Wandering in a fairy land that he can’t see, head in the clouds. A place he cannot touch, isn’t extended an invitation. She turns her beautiful face with the perfect almond eye, revealing the ugly massacre of the left side of her face. He freezes and frowns, not expecting such a gruesome sight. A flash in the depths of red, his horror turning to outrage. Who would desecrate such a beautiful specimen? She was so fragile, so light and free. Who would dare to harm one so innocent?
She seems unaware of the mix of feelings that are stirred within him at the sight of her fractured skull and empty socket. Tears threatening to spill in the one lonely eye, such a knowing look. As if they had met before, as if she knows him. Surely he would remember someone such as her?
Where have you been? His lips part to correct her, to tell her she was mistaken. She was recalling someone else. Yet something in her voice gives him pause. Something about her triggers a discomfort that he’s been constantly pushing back, that sharp nagging in the back of his head. Where had he been? He had stopped trying to remember his childhood or anything about his past because it was so unnerving. It was terrifying. He couldn’t remember anything. Not a face, voice, smell. The words that he finally admits are very different to what he had planned on saying before.
”I don’t know”
She seems unaware of the mix of feelings that are stirred within him at the sight of her fractured skull and empty socket. Tears threatening to spill in the one lonely eye, such a knowing look. As if they had met before, as if she knows him. Surely he would remember someone such as her?
Where have you been? His lips part to correct her, to tell her she was mistaken. She was recalling someone else. Yet something in her voice gives him pause. Something about her triggers a discomfort that he’s been constantly pushing back, that sharp nagging in the back of his head. Where had he been? He had stopped trying to remember his childhood or anything about his past because it was so unnerving. It was terrifying. He couldn’t remember anything. Not a face, voice, smell. The words that he finally admits are very different to what he had planned on saying before.
”I don’t know”
no crosses count
i want to do it again
@[Nyxia]