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Post by seren on Dec 21, 2009 21:52:21 GMT -5
Both were more alike than they thought. Both wanted someone to reach out to, someone who would understand them. But their needs would go unanswered and feelings unrequited. Runningdeath was beginning to question whether or not love actually existed. Love filled him with dread. What was it to him? To others? Deep down, everyone was alone and hollow, only feeling validation because they were drugged and deluded, abused until sore and bleeding. Happiness was not synonymous. He couldn't help but wonder if BrightTwilight would find out. What a perfect mess he had made.
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Post by dragon on Dec 21, 2009 22:04:49 GMT -5
DimmedEpsilon slipped up to BrightTwilight. "Hey. He's in the den."
BrightTwilight immidiatly perked, heading for the den. Her eyes scanned in the darkness quickly, gathering all she shapes in her mind. They lightened in her mind, and she immediatly caught the huhge of his coat. She went to snuggle up on him, and caught a wiff of a strange sent. Oh well. She was with him, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by seren on Dec 21, 2009 22:14:19 GMT -5
Cruel fates that conspired against him so! She was pressing against him now, touching him, engulfing him. Drowning him, suffocating him. It was all too much. Go, lover. Leave now. Leave alone. No doubt this was Dimmedepsilon's doing. Sighing in his sleep, he curled into a ball, in fetal position, and dove into the canals of his brain, long and winding, deep within. He covered his nose with his paw, hoping that she would just leave. But they never do.
ooc: Sorry. g2g.
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