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Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.
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Date: 2009-05-16 06:14 am (UTC)That's when we begin to melt.
Everything begins from its melting point. And we aren't everlasting and sometimes we break off before the seasons end.
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The voices led me far away from her, far away from everyone, and down into a little pocket of the earth. I'd been in so long, I had to remember how to be something animated again.
And that's when I could smell the water.
Only human spatial perception hid this, and I found it. There was life, and moving, running water.
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And they promised me time travel, though logistically impossible in my lifetime, odds calculated at nine thousand to one that I would ever live to see the day when such technology would be in the beta testing stage, their scientists promised me that it could happen. That they'd been working on it during the first war here, because no one would ever think of finding something so dangerous and altering in a place of farming life and animal excrement.
There's a planet they told me about. I can't get there, but they met a man from there. He didn't help them, not in the sense everyone helps everyone else, but pretended to drop a few clues here and there about how to create a crude prototype.
Maybe I will find him, one day. And we will go there.
Or maybe I will, if I listen to the wind a while longer. I'm sure the directions are somewhere.
I just have to listen for them.
OMG I LOVE THESE MOST BUT I LOVE THE WHOLE THING AHHAHA I LOVE YOUR RIVER VOICE AND I WOULD KILL TO HAVE MORE FANFIC FROM YOU
PS DO I HAVE UR ADDRESS IDER MY BRAIN HAS BECOME COMPLETELY NONFUNCTIONAL LATELY BTW R U ALLERGIC TO ANY METALS