03-27-2009, 07:00 AM
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| http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... ablebg.jpg);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:top;"> Mew Sadira Heheheh, don't worry about it! Mew shook her head gravely as she listened to Kol's words, although she could not help but feel a little longing towards the war. Well, not longing, perhaps, but she had felt good. She knew it was selfish, and others had suffered, but it didn't matter much - her rage had had freedom. And when it had, it hadn't existed as much. Now..despite the presence of Lubomir and everything, it was still there, eating at her edges, flashing her images of Asphyxia's face. Social convention craved some form of agreement out of her, however, and of course it was easy for her to agree on the face that war was bad. She wouldn't lie, as that was her opinion. The Dahlian War was just slightly off the table, for her. Must've been nice to come home to fight.. Mew's voice wasclearly ironic. At least there's peace and relaxation all over the place now, when spring is setting in as well. The weather was slowly getting milder, and Mew felt it easily lift her spirits. Coupled with Lubomir chasing her tail every day.. well, could she get any happier? She felt truly loved, as if the whole universe had tuned in everything perfectly for her, and it was all that silly male's fault. Mew smiled at the thought, and it fit in quite well with the conversation as well. She should smile more often, or perhaps she should have done before, as the woman (who now felt more of a girl than she had ever) truly did change faces when smiling properly, although that was something she wouldn't know. Smiling at oneself in a reflection can never match the real thing. |