- ƒᴇʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀαᴄᴋs
11-25-2014, 10:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2014, 10:37 AM by Jupiter I.)
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Optics flicker back to the woman at her words and she offers a wry laugh. "And what would you be able to do about it?" she inquires neutrally, honestly, almost. "What would you do with knowing?" Curiosity lurks in those words that she shouts over the din as she fixes her twitching gaze upon the other. What did the girl want from a crazy old woman morphed by society's bastard ways? Her taste in cowards is very particular--yes, just as it always has been. Some tastes never truly change but how peculiar it is that her taste is the one that leaves the worst flavor in her mouth. Her struggles are beyond them, above them, and she is better than all of them. Idly, she wonders to herself why she still cares--why she seeks to thrive again in a world that has so thoroughly forsaken her. But she cannot fathom an answer. Perhaps it is her final drive, the only thing keeping her alive and with purpose. Maybe she will find it somewhere again, that purpose. Or maybe she will die unfulfilled and unsatisfied, like she always knew she would. |
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