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- Endymion Russo - 08-24-2008 for Laruku. is today's date okay? [html] - Laruku Tears - 08-25-2008 [html]
I think that should be fine. :o
The inside of his own head was not a place he would choose to spend his time, if given the chance. A lifetime of metaphors lay there, crushed against one another in ways that no longer made sense, a wasteland where he could not find his way. There used to be a house, and there used to be hallways with doors, the most cliche of them all. There used to be endless fields of flowers set off by a rusted railroad and a train that would not come until he tried to step beyond it. There used to be deep forests covered with fog and ghosts that had long forgotten who they were. He supposed he would be joining them soon. Everything was on fire, that feverish burn that manifested itself in his mental imagery. It was a silent fire, silent destruction. Laruku opened his eyes at the sound of rocking, wood pressing against wood, an almost steady beat. He saw nothing now, not even an outline in the white haze. What are you so nervous about?the hybrid asked, sounding strangely lucid. He was lying in a bed of flames in an empty world filled with other people's voices. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, but he knew he was in the company of a stranger. The air in the room smelled like rot and dusty, dried blood, but he could tell that someone alive was there. You shouldn't be here, you know,he continued, This is where people come to die.He wished again that they'd just let him go in peace. - Endymion Russo - 09-02-2008 VERY sorry for the wait! [html] - Laruku Tears - 09-04-2008 [html]
S'all good.
By then, Laruku was fairly certain that he was not going to die. He wasn't sure he particularly cared, either. Or at least, he didn't at that particular moment. There was no one standing over him in the fog accusing him of things, and there was no one kneeling next to him, telling him that nothing was his fault. In between, he felt little and cared little. Everything was the same. The flames didn't matter and whoever it was beside him was mostly irrelevant. A faceless stranger in the night, someone he may or may not ever see again. Everyone's dying,he replied simply, We're dying since they day we're born. Every day we're one step closer.It was, after all, something inevitable. Even if ghosts continued to exist after that. You're dying too,he continued, Maybe not from this, but I'm not either. Probably.The hybrid shifted slightly to turn towards the other, though his eyes continued to see nothing. |