[m] the killer in me is the killer in you

Lilin Soulstorm · 03-05-2012, 10:53 PM

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Soundless screams were replaced with an echo of footsteps in the rubble; they were sluggishly slow-paced, a bad omen of what would come. It was a cadence she knew too well. To the untrained ear, there was no difference between her dam's walk of madness and an ambling drunkard. But to someone like Lilin, who had lived side by side with eccentricity itself for far too long, there was no room for misinterpretation. She did not move immediately, allowing her shoulders to sag further instead. In the silence, Lilin found her last remaining moments of blessed solitude before the impending storm. A familiar chill traced its way up her spine and into the crease of her neck. "Mom," she murmured bitterly, temporarily at a loss of words. The madwoman had come. This soil was sacred; it was her home- the place where she had been brought into this world and the place where she would die.

Releasing the debris from her hands, she awaited the eclipse that settled over her silhouette with the steady approach of her procreator. She turned then, mediterranean blue irises crashing into two near-identical pools similar in complexion. The disease was spreading, feeding on whatever little sanity the older woman had left. “You need help,” she almost pleaded, propping herself up on hands and knees before ascending to an upright position. Height-wise, they weren’t much different. Lilin stood a mere few centimetres taller and it certainly gave her no additional authority. Even in a crazed stupor, her dam had the ability to become a ringleader and sway the conversation in any desired direction. “There is nothing here for you anymore.” Her voice was strained under the emotional weight of this reunion and the realization that nothing would ever change.

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