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[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

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[It had been like sleeping, but not. Quicker, easier, and softer. Without pain. Thoughts like bubbles to be examined at leisure, and time meant nothing. She had touched it before, but never like that, never like it had been. How long, she would not ask or tell. The Vine was ignored in favour of thought.

It should have kept her. She was an aimless drifter now, one without a city, without a cause, a woman with a heavy arm and a former name. Pathetic, and nothing worthy of being chosen. That solitude, that serenity accepted all, she had a place there. Here, it was attempting to fit an oddly shaped rod into a regular slot. The difference was, could she learn to understand it?

It called for a cigarette and walking, she thought. So Jill grabbed her coat, lit one, and began to take her steps around the Gardens, trying to recall that softness, seeing if it eased anything, or if mental scolding and chiding would do better.]

[[ooc: She can be found anywhere you'd like!]]

Comments

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

I see...thank you for your advice.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Oh, no problem. But like I said, I'm not an expert on it or anything. I learned everything secondhand. There are probably better ways to do it.