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queenofheartsrp2012-10-29 10:38 am
jemerite) wrote in queenofheartsrp2012-10-29 10:38 am
０１９ ☠ voice
Hello.
[Her voice is faint, whispering and hoarse, but it is usually that way, just not always quite so soft. Zinc, pale-skinned and dark-haired, is sitting on the front porch of her little house, one robot cat curled against her side, and a robot bug in her lap.
She's watching the birds in her courtyard wistfully.]
It has been... difficult again. I heard screaming. Sometimes, I wonder... why the Queen lets us be hurt, if she says she loves us. [Large brown eyes blink, the way someone would if they were pushing back tears, but Zinc can't cry.] She can't stop it. Love hurts. It will always hurt.
[That's cheerful, Zinc. She's quiet for a long moment, watching birds peck peanut butter and seeds off the pine cones she prepared.]
I hope everyone is... doing better, today.
[She rests her cheek against the Cait's head sadly and doesn't say anything else.]
[Her voice is faint, whispering and hoarse, but it is usually that way, just not always quite so soft. Zinc, pale-skinned and dark-haired, is sitting on the front porch of her little house, one robot cat curled against her side, and a robot bug in her lap.
She's watching the birds in her courtyard wistfully.]
It has been... difficult again. I heard screaming. Sometimes, I wonder... why the Queen lets us be hurt, if she says she loves us. [Large brown eyes blink, the way someone would if they were pushing back tears, but Zinc can't cry.] She can't stop it. Love hurts. It will always hurt.
[That's cheerful, Zinc. She's quiet for a long moment, watching birds peck peanut butter and seeds off the pine cones she prepared.]
I hope everyone is... doing better, today.
[She rests her cheek against the Cait's head sadly and doesn't say anything else.]
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[That the dead dream at all...]
Love is... shards of someone else, buried in you. They rip you open, without thinking. No stopping it.