iii ❧ voice/action;

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

I heard him this morning. [A soft voice, full of reverence and close to tears.] Thought I was fucking dreaming, but he didn't stop his squawking until I was sure. [She gives one of those humorless laughs that's people give when they're trying not cry, breathless and embarrassed.] Shit. Am I grown woman, or what, I can handle being by myself. [Her breath hitches, there go the waterworks.] Shit. I missed his voice. I missed all their voices.

[Paderau's current crying location is this small altar she built in the woods, for those more inclined to action.]

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[voice]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

You were attacked by them.

Twisted things...

[voice]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

That's puttin' it politely.

[voice]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Well I can't exactly say more without knowing exactly what they are...or were.

[voice]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

I don't know. But nothing should be able to overwrite my damn central control.

[voice]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Never say nothing. Anything is possible, especially here.

[voice]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Some things shouldn't be.

[voice]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

And yet they still are.

[voice]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the insight.

[voice]

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

I have plenty of it.