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the hellcat spangled shalalala [shelby & lucas; day six]
Apr 19, 2017 9:38:50 GMT -5
Post by heather - d2 [mylee] on Apr 19, 2017 9:38:50 GMT -5
s h e l b y ♔ l e v i a n e
Tell me to hold still my tongue, and
I’ll give you a thought—
Maybe for only a dime.
Each word that I’ve spoke is
Appraised in true gold—
Revaluing the state of a rhyme.
The night passes the same as any other, solitary and silent with only the sound of the anthem to bring difference to midnight passing. There are faces unrecognized floating in the sky, with only one made acquaintance to come and break up the guesswork of the entire ideal.
But as it had been with Raven Barker, there is nothing left in the face of Curse Jinx but a memory of him that was not fond, despised, or anything other than known. His pocket whale placed beside me, his remaining two crayons taken and put to use— perhaps I was to see him as living memory now, but all he is here is fresh wounds still throbbing and my aching body— what a way to be remembered.
Following the sunrise to awake me from slumber I find a piece of paper close by, giving instructions of invitation that did not seem optional, and so I wound my way away from the salt flats and that second person numbered who would not let me find peace of mind.
After passed through this I see before me a great table piled high with cups, saucers, plates, and every dainty piece of food imaginable. As I begin to make my way in its direction, I am suddenly brought to a halt by the one creature I never imagined I would see again.
Sally, that damn noot noot who broke my heart the same day that Scarlett did.
This time she does not run, but blocks my path and noots insistently until I hand her my knife and let her take it fully from my grasp.
Undulating away, I pray that the others have been put through the same nuisance and find relief when it seems to be so. Eyes turned upon me with nothing to be said, I take up an empty chair where one can be found and turn my eyes to the boy sitting on my left.
His name does not come to mind, but I recognize him from my week long bender in the training center when intoxication spoke for my restraint.
Taking a sip from the cup in front of me and a bite from the nearest available piece of food, I turn to him one again, “Long time no see. Surprisingly, you’re still ridiculously attractive sober.”
I’ll give you a thought—
Maybe for only a dime.
Each word that I’ve spoke is
Appraised in true gold—
Revaluing the state of a rhyme.
The night passes the same as any other, solitary and silent with only the sound of the anthem to bring difference to midnight passing. There are faces unrecognized floating in the sky, with only one made acquaintance to come and break up the guesswork of the entire ideal.
But as it had been with Raven Barker, there is nothing left in the face of Curse Jinx but a memory of him that was not fond, despised, or anything other than known. His pocket whale placed beside me, his remaining two crayons taken and put to use— perhaps I was to see him as living memory now, but all he is here is fresh wounds still throbbing and my aching body— what a way to be remembered.
Following the sunrise to awake me from slumber I find a piece of paper close by, giving instructions of invitation that did not seem optional, and so I wound my way away from the salt flats and that second person numbered who would not let me find peace of mind.
After passed through this I see before me a great table piled high with cups, saucers, plates, and every dainty piece of food imaginable. As I begin to make my way in its direction, I am suddenly brought to a halt by the one creature I never imagined I would see again.
Sally, that damn noot noot who broke my heart the same day that Scarlett did.
This time she does not run, but blocks my path and noots insistently until I hand her my knife and let her take it fully from my grasp.
Undulating away, I pray that the others have been put through the same nuisance and find relief when it seems to be so. Eyes turned upon me with nothing to be said, I take up an empty chair where one can be found and turn my eyes to the boy sitting on my left.
His name does not come to mind, but I recognize him from my week long bender in the training center when intoxication spoke for my restraint.
Taking a sip from the cup in front of me and a bite from the nearest available piece of food, I turn to him one again, “Long time no see. Surprisingly, you’re still ridiculously attractive sober.”
[shelby leviane drinks her orange ginger oolong tea and eats a pastry]
[uses 5ft. of bandages on self for -1]
[uses 5ft. of bandages on self for -1]
