08-12-2008, 06:40 PM
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She brought with her one of the only practical offerings that she could; a damp sack of live lobsters, dragged from the traps she had set up off the Shattered Coast, not too far from the outskirts of Esper Hollow in fact. It seemed a little out of place, being dragged across the ground behind her frivolously clad figure, wearing a white, dainty dress draped in colourful, chunky beads and green ribbon. But she moved with the utmost comfort and contentment until she came to the territory border. There, she hesitated and contemplated the proper protocol, realizing just how long ago it had been since she had exercised those manners. A year and a half, two years? Shit.
I am writing graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
It had been a while since Laurel had invited Poe to his and Nikita's humble abode. And while little had gone on in her daily life, that simple offering had stirred up a long stream of thoughts, considerations and some forgotten emotions. Loneliness, and her stubbornness against such feelings, seemed to keep rising to the surface of it all, as an issue that dug deeper than she would have liked to consider. Hollow had remained absent from her dreams, and a venture into the northern forests had given her only faded trails of her single long-time friend. The implications of a visit (which, she was very convinced had every possibility of swelling into a stay, particularly when considering the two delicious leaders) breathed in and out, damn near hyperventilating in recent days until she had stabbed a hole in it to deflate the fretting, and simply send herself onwards.I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
She brought with her one of the only practical offerings that she could; a damp sack of live lobsters, dragged from the traps she had set up off the Shattered Coast, not too far from the outskirts of Esper Hollow in fact. It seemed a little out of place, being dragged across the ground behind her frivolously clad figure, wearing a white, dainty dress draped in colourful, chunky beads and green ribbon. But she moved with the utmost comfort and contentment until she came to the territory border. There, she hesitated and contemplated the proper protocol, realizing just how long ago it had been since she had exercised those manners. A year and a half, two years? Shit.
oh, no don't close your eyes