steelmyself: (excalibur.)
dead Emiya, do not eat ([personal profile] steelmyself) wrote2016-01-03 06:22 pm
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who stole your heart and the key?

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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hailstormed: (Hot summer days; rock and roll)

Re: THE FIELD

[personal profile] hailstormed 2016-01-04 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
But... you said you wanted everyone to eat together.
hailstormed: (Shoot down a skyline)

Re: THE FIELD

[personal profile] hailstormed 2016-01-06 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that... makes him feel guilty, and a little angry, but. ]

... I... I don't think he does.
hailstormed: (Or worse what if my life's work)

Re: THE FIELD

[personal profile] hailstormed 2016-01-06 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wat ]

I don't... know that word. Um. All I do is make him angry.
hailstormed: (Bottle up the memories)

Re: THE FIELD

[personal profile] hailstormed 2016-01-06 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... ???? ]

But... he gets mad at me? I, um. I don't... think it's anything like that, either...
hailstormed: (have its way with me)

Re: THE FIELD

[personal profile] hailstormed 2016-01-06 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't see how that makes a difference...
hailstormed: (and I'll look a lifetime past repair)

Re: THE FIELD

[personal profile] hailstormed 2016-01-07 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't know what "better" means, or really hold out hope for change at all. at least nothing that he could do.

he stares at the sword in his hand for a moment, before turning to go. ]