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wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me; magnus - Malis - 01-01-2016 MALIS makai x oksana RE: wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me; magnus - Romilly and Guthrie - 01-08-2016 Jenge asked for more Gates people to Malis. Hope you all don't mind. Romilly raising our hands, shining up to the sky
The years pass in moments to the silver black young woman. The woman who was not so long ago a girl. In ways she still is such, yet she must move on as the time does. By and by the time fades, weeks, months, years. It all blurs into one, yet she knows it is so precious. Much more precious than time had been in Up. When time was forever and they were eternal. How she wishes to go back to that, how she wishes her father had not played his cruel joke. She had yet to see the humor in it, she isn't sure she ever would. Down is different, Down is hard and it is expiring. She does not wish to think of how she too will expire, yet Guthrie insists they prepare. She can't, she won't, she doesn't want to. She avoids it, like she avoids leaving this place. As if wandering too far from home will bring about her death more quickly. As if it will age her all the more and she will fade into the leaves and the grass of the Gates. A memory. Forgotten. Perhaps that is why she had given in to the act of procreation. This small something. This young girl to keep her memory alive, in the most trivial of ways. Perhaps that is why Mother had so many of them. Perhaps, yet she had never asked. She never would. Mother was a kind enough soul. Pure and innocent, more so than most, though Romilly can't say she's witnessed the true evils of Down. Mother is an odd creature though, vying for a man's attention more often than not. She prayed this one would stick, dark and odd a creature as he was. It would give her Mother something to cling to, something she so desperately desired. If Romilly could want something more than to return to Up, to not perish on this forsaken plane, for her memory to not wither like brittle fall leaves. It would be for her Mother to be happy. Truly happy. And loved, loved romantically, something none of them could give her. Here she wanders the Gates clover ridden fields, a young filly traipsing along behind her. The babe glinting in the night light, hair like tinsel both silver and gold. Bits reflected not only from the stars in the sky, but the ones that twinkled on her Mother's flank. Romilly can not help but notice when someone new has arrived, especially one that seems to enjoy looking at Up as much as she did. "You are new." She says slowly, mystically, taking a place alongside the woman she does not know. Craning her head to the heaven's and sighing. "Cetus." She breathes motioning to the section of sky in which they look. "The sea monster." She turns her flaxen adorned head to look at the woman, eyes burning like starlight. "I'm Romilly, this is Lidell. What do they call you here in Down?"Her question is asked as if this is a normal day to day conversation. Night to night in their circumstance, though she isn't unaware of how odd the others might find her talk of Up and Down. She makes no intention of remedying it either. star fallen twin of Carnage and Wichita |