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queenofheartsrp2011-05-31 06:34 pm
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twelve
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[She is lying down in the grass, in that white dress, staring up at the sky with a contemplative look. How to explain this? How to understand it? She only recalled the water, the stench and lack of presence of those soulless beings, and that fire in her veins, the hate and attraction and multi faceted lust singing through her blood. To be so wrenched from that was laces suddenly tightened, a swift end to a once functional limb. Pain, sharp and utterly uncalled for. Frustrating, for she could still feel a burn in her, ebbing away so slowly it might not even be doing so.
Grell tilts her head to the side to see the mirror, a smile on her lips to distract from the warring emotions. She looks back up to the sky, but begins to speak a bit of her mind.]
Where exactly in time do we fall? With it, or without it? In it, or outside it? Months are compressed into two lives, one with the absolute and one where everything can happen. One with a chill, and one with warmth.
...Don't mind my vague ramblings. I've just got to sort out a few things.
[She is lying down in the grass, in that white dress, staring up at the sky with a contemplative look. How to explain this? How to understand it? She only recalled the water, the stench and lack of presence of those soulless beings, and that fire in her veins, the hate and attraction and multi faceted lust singing through her blood. To be so wrenched from that was laces suddenly tightened, a swift end to a once functional limb. Pain, sharp and utterly uncalled for. Frustrating, for she could still feel a burn in her, ebbing away so slowly it might not even be doing so.
Grell tilts her head to the side to see the mirror, a smile on her lips to distract from the warring emotions. She looks back up to the sky, but begins to speak a bit of her mind.]
Where exactly in time do we fall? With it, or without it? In it, or outside it? Months are compressed into two lives, one with the absolute and one where everything can happen. One with a chill, and one with warmth.
...Don't mind my vague ramblings. I've just got to sort out a few things.
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To cities and buildings and realms and the far frigid North. That's where I've been.
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Did you hit your head, or what?
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How long has it been?
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That's...not right.
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Hm. I think I'll be coming home soon, then.
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[Not at all.
But that doesn't mean Grell didn't turn the mirror off directly after saying that and started home.]
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I made no delays~.
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This disappearing back to our own worlds thing is bullshit.
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[Plus, the fact that she didn't want to leave anyway, and now this time was in a ...what was that word Santana had taught her? Clusterfuck. It wasn't worth this happening. If she was picked to be here she wanted to stay, not constantly have to question that.]
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Only half? Who does shit by halves?
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this tag tried to turn itself into a thermodynamics lesson..........
Being cold sucks.
it is just a tag with smarts, I suppose
And then, through the whole middle of that time, as the doomed ship carried on and we puzzled over the cargo lacking souls, I met a gaze that set my body alight for a second time.
[She shudders, half from the memory and half from the emotions, and exhales slowly.
Oh, he could just...twist her heart into a new direction. Forbidden, disgusting, utterly sexy, and someone she hated with a pure, violently red streak attached behind his name. He set her on fire and she wanted...no, she wants...and she's gone to her own head again.]
I want that creature of Hell, I want him to bloom red and die, a perfect rose of an illusion of a gentleman, and I was going to make that happen...ah, regret, I can indulge in that.
I stopped it before it got too sciencey. YUCK SCIENCE.
You ever fucked a demon, Grell?
EW. Get it out of RP.
Oh, to murder them or sleep with them, I don't think I can pick...both offer the same intimacy, the rush and the feeling of knowing everything about the person, the passion and the thrill. Murder is a one off, sex can be repeated, but it's all lust at the core, maybe could be love, I've heard stories but never felt it, and for that moment, the other is yours and the world is simply you two. Blood being the marker of both life and death, so vivid and carrying everything...
Yes, I really can't choose.
inorite.
You talk too fuckin' much. Everybody knows they're exactly the same.
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[A concise answer! At last! She just chuckles and rests back on her arms.]
It's good to be home.
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Course it is.