OOC Notes: What happens when the servers shut down and Oscare is bored? He writes angst and shipping material. You're all welcome to spam the shipping thread after reading this. GET READY FOR LOTS OF LINE BREAKS.
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Another day, another thought.Â
The Halone Celebration went well. I overheard some lalafellin drama, but nothing that should be too concerning. The real concern was me, I guess.
I didn't spend too much time performing that day. Mine was about two minutes long, but I guess people liked it. I couldn't bear the social attention after it was done -- I had to bail. The freezing cold was better than that social judgement. I even got hounded by some random guard bitch for being a loner. Supposedly carrying my own weapon was too suspicious, freaking asshole.
Though I doubt it was cold because of the temperature. My thoughts were colder than the snow, colder than a storm front. How did Jancis feel about my song...? I saw from the corner of my sight that she was smiling a little too hard. I was worried that she was actually going to freeze in that position. But alas, my future is painted in gray. Happy faces, cheery folks, and a burning fire. I had no place there.
I'm sorry.
A never ending fantasy... that is what I feel I have reached. Since the day we met, it seems that we've just stuck together like magnets. I find my thoughts clouded every single day by that one name -- a haze uncleared by the time it is to rest. Flowing from the depths of my heart, I can hear you whilist I am deep in this illusion, but your voice is at its farthest...
A never ending fantasy -- "what is this state of being?" I asked -- but my words fell into gray. Eternity cut my breath short, but it came to me in gentleness. The savior that conquered my storm called my name. What is that name? Well, I could ask anyone and the answer is the same.
Then how come the only hope I have is from my own words that hold no meaning? Laugh a little more while you still can... pray a little, pray while you still can... buried within the canvas of deception is us two within its painting. Burn my body up into black ashes -- end my life and say goodbye.
From day one to now we danced and danced, polar opposites pulling at each other. Thaliak knows I've tried, Byregot knows I've built my courage. Unfortunately, it seems that us two were not destined. I'll try to the end, however, I'll try while the fire still burns hot.
So all I ask, my Lady -- my Savior. I have one request and one alone.
Please, choose me.
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Another day, another thought.Â
The Halone Celebration went well. I overheard some lalafellin drama, but nothing that should be too concerning. The real concern was me, I guess.
I didn't spend too much time performing that day. Mine was about two minutes long, but I guess people liked it. I couldn't bear the social attention after it was done -- I had to bail. The freezing cold was better than that social judgement. I even got hounded by some random guard bitch for being a loner. Supposedly carrying my own weapon was too suspicious, freaking asshole.
Though I doubt it was cold because of the temperature. My thoughts were colder than the snow, colder than a storm front. How did Jancis feel about my song...? I saw from the corner of my sight that she was smiling a little too hard. I was worried that she was actually going to freeze in that position. But alas, my future is painted in gray. Happy faces, cheery folks, and a burning fire. I had no place there.
I'm sorry.
A never ending fantasy... that is what I feel I have reached. Since the day we met, it seems that we've just stuck together like magnets. I find my thoughts clouded every single day by that one name -- a haze uncleared by the time it is to rest. Flowing from the depths of my heart, I can hear you whilist I am deep in this illusion, but your voice is at its farthest...
A never ending fantasy -- "what is this state of being?" I asked -- but my words fell into gray. Eternity cut my breath short, but it came to me in gentleness. The savior that conquered my storm called my name. What is that name? Well, I could ask anyone and the answer is the same.
Then how come the only hope I have is from my own words that hold no meaning? Laugh a little more while you still can... pray a little, pray while you still can... buried within the canvas of deception is us two within its painting. Burn my body up into black ashes -- end my life and say goodbye.
From day one to now we danced and danced, polar opposites pulling at each other. Thaliak knows I've tried, Byregot knows I've built my courage. Unfortunately, it seems that us two were not destined. I'll try to the end, however, I'll try while the fire still burns hot.
So all I ask, my Lady -- my Savior. I have one request and one alone.
Please, choose me.
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