call me a stranger {peri v. bran v. aria} day 8
Nov 17, 2012 15:37:04 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Nov 17, 2012 15:37:04 GMT -5
[/i][/center]It's time
To start the show
Lost my mind, lost my soul
And lost my goal
Now it's time
Your weapon is an extension of your arm, I think with a bittersweet tone, observing my sword where my hand once lay. If my arms - or what was left of them underneath the thread and blood and bandages - were not shaking so violently, perhaps I could observe my reflection in the blade. Whether or not I'll like what stares back at me, however, is something else entirely. All I am aware of is that my wounds ache, I am alive and ever so tired.
And I am terribly, terribly alone.
Birdy was in the sky last night. Look at you, you're really flying now I thought with trembling teeth and her blood coating my skin. If I had all of my fingers left, perhaps I would claw, scrape, scratch her off of me until my own skin bleeds under the guilt that I killed her I killed her I killed her. The names of the dead circle in my head, scooping up my sanity and drowning the faces of the ones I love and are still breathing, the only boom I once associated with them being the slamming of doors or the beating of their hearts. Father, Kiera, Little Libertine, Ellea, District 10, Birdy, Little Red, Curtis, Little Blondie. Screams from Mother Peri Bran Jon Sarita Rajas Wednesdae Ricky are drowned out by the boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom of
With four fingers and a sword I hoist my body up, the weight of 9 explosions causing my skeleton to turn to stone, my skin to steel, my muscles to metal. Staggering along the ground, Birdy and District 10 sit on my shoulders, weighing me down even further. They shall perch there forever, a constant burden on my conscience to remind me what I had and what I lost. Not talking, not even moving - just sitting, lifeless as their own corpses. They might stare at me occasionally as they did in the night sky to ask me why. I want to go home, that's why. Where, who or what home is now that everything has happened is another question - but I only hope it is with Jon.
wip wip wip wip breakfast time~
something metaphorical about home
oh look it's peri
where the eff have you been, man
oh god no bran
oh wow ok choices
wow
w o w
As my arm arches over a boy whom I once called brother, I can barely hear my own whispers through the sobs that collect in my throat. "I'm sorry, Bran. I'm so sorry."
This time
I'm gonna be stronger
I'm not giving in
Not giving in
Oh no
[/i]I'm gonna be stronger
I'm not giving in
Not giving in
Oh no
aria attacks bran [xiphos]
[dice=200+1000]
[Severed Right Calf at Knee -- 9.0 damage]
{....oh my god oh mygodohmygod}
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