Post by .x. I.llumni .x. on Jun 7, 2009 18:32:54 GMT -5
Now... Annie insists you tell her when you head off for the night so she doesn't obsessively refresh the same page over and over. XD
The rapid repeating of merciless gunshots echoed throughout the cold walls. Here they conflicted. Both of them. Together. In the damned mausoleum that resided the immediate center of a community of tombstones. The irony. What kind of sick, twisted fantasy was this anyways? Worthless. A time where nobody was thought to win, or gain much of anything. It was all just the chaotic violence that made up the moments, and nothing more. No progress. And no succeeding. It was like... There was no comparison.
And now, it seemed every absolute second where that one, 'demon-possessed' Kuran spoke, it remained glued in the air. Clinging to one's mind. Sickening. Yes, that was the only word to describe it. It was virtually, sickening. Like the dreaded humidity of fever. And I loathed it with half of my being.
Though as a few moments had dropped, the endless rampage of sound quieted, fading to a more subtle wail. Coming from him. It seemed Zero had finally pulled the trigger and left the Kuran there to suffer. And disappointingly, I couldn't tell what to feel about that. Whether to sob of be filled with absolute bliss. But it didn't matter, I was numb anyways.
And abruptly, warmth seemed to invade my skin once more as he brought me into him. Holding me close. Feeling safe for the first time in days, I adored it. No. What an understatement. It was nearly the best sentiment in my life, but even though this is what I thought, tears poured from mahogany eyes. Harder than they had come previously, for completely unknown reasons. But I knew the sound of my sobbing just might of had the ability to break him further, turn the knife that had already been shoved in with numerous failed efforts, only to be greeted by this single affective one. Beginning to force myself to use some of the remaining energy to wrap my already trembling arms securely around his waist and bury my head into his chest.
"We'll be alright."
Of course, that's what he had said, and most definitely what he wanted. But I couldn't let the opportunity waste away. Preparing my voice, which had already been ripped to shreds for speech. "I love you." The words, nearly inaudible and almost completely drowned out by the hiccuping that accompanied my crying, but as I silenced once again, I prayed that he was able to comprehend it.
[/size]The rapid repeating of merciless gunshots echoed throughout the cold walls. Here they conflicted. Both of them. Together. In the damned mausoleum that resided the immediate center of a community of tombstones. The irony. What kind of sick, twisted fantasy was this anyways? Worthless. A time where nobody was thought to win, or gain much of anything. It was all just the chaotic violence that made up the moments, and nothing more. No progress. And no succeeding. It was like... There was no comparison.
And now, it seemed every absolute second where that one, 'demon-possessed' Kuran spoke, it remained glued in the air. Clinging to one's mind. Sickening. Yes, that was the only word to describe it. It was virtually, sickening. Like the dreaded humidity of fever. And I loathed it with half of my being.
Though as a few moments had dropped, the endless rampage of sound quieted, fading to a more subtle wail. Coming from him. It seemed Zero had finally pulled the trigger and left the Kuran there to suffer. And disappointingly, I couldn't tell what to feel about that. Whether to sob of be filled with absolute bliss. But it didn't matter, I was numb anyways.
And abruptly, warmth seemed to invade my skin once more as he brought me into him. Holding me close. Feeling safe for the first time in days, I adored it. No. What an understatement. It was nearly the best sentiment in my life, but even though this is what I thought, tears poured from mahogany eyes. Harder than they had come previously, for completely unknown reasons. But I knew the sound of my sobbing just might of had the ability to break him further, turn the knife that had already been shoved in with numerous failed efforts, only to be greeted by this single affective one. Beginning to force myself to use some of the remaining energy to wrap my already trembling arms securely around his waist and bury my head into his chest.
"We'll be alright."
Of course, that's what he had said, and most definitely what he wanted. But I couldn't let the opportunity waste away. Preparing my voice, which had already been ripped to shreds for speech. "I love you." The words, nearly inaudible and almost completely drowned out by the hiccuping that accompanied my crying, but as I silenced once again, I prayed that he was able to comprehend it.