Another "No Way Out" Clippy ^_~
Jul. 3rd, 2004 09:50 pm:Why do you always run?:
The Voice is in my head, in my heart, and yet it isn't mine. I can't make it stop talking. I can't make it shut up, no matter how much I want it to, just like I can't stop the crystal eyes from staring at me from the shadows of the forest edge.
:Why do you always run away?: The same question, repeated again, and then even more words from the Voice that I can't shut out; :from those who would be your friends, those who would be your family...:
I've heard all this before. I don't need to hear it again.
My gaze lifts from the horrifyingly reflective river and my good eye flits toward where I know the Voice is coming from--I don't know how I know, but I do.
He is standing just inside the brush at the edge of the copse of trees. Shadows play across his back and haunches, mottling the shining silver-white of his hide, and half-cloaking him from my somewhat handicapped sight.
Burning sapphire is focused on me, always, as it has been for a fortnight now.
What do you want from me?
The answer is simple, and yet unrealistically complicated; :I want nothing from you, Burn. I just want you... nothing else.:
Ask for the moon while you're at it, horse...
My sarcasm isn't lost on him, and I can pick up a faint snort from his direction. It is a very horselike sound, given how ethereal he is, and quite disconcerting as well. It makes me look down again, uncomfortable, frowning, to inspect my own reflection--one which I have avoided for years, up until today.
:Will you at least answer my question?:
The words have a sighing feel to them, but there is no resignation. He hasn't given up on me, and I don't think he ever really will, no matter what I do or say.
"I run... because I have nowhere to run to." I mutter half to myself, but he seems to pick up on my reply anyway.
:Ah.:
Despite the complexities in my statement, understanding is inlayed in his soft response.
How can he understand?
He has a home, he has a family, he has friends. He's never had to give them all up, as I have, time and again--
My bitter thoughts are interrupted by an almost hopeful offer; :...my name is Lindy.:
*huggles Valdemar characters, who are feeling very abandoned right now* ^_^;; lol.
The Voice is in my head, in my heart, and yet it isn't mine. I can't make it stop talking. I can't make it shut up, no matter how much I want it to, just like I can't stop the crystal eyes from staring at me from the shadows of the forest edge.
:Why do you always run away?: The same question, repeated again, and then even more words from the Voice that I can't shut out; :from those who would be your friends, those who would be your family...:
I've heard all this before. I don't need to hear it again.
My gaze lifts from the horrifyingly reflective river and my good eye flits toward where I know the Voice is coming from--I don't know how I know, but I do.
He is standing just inside the brush at the edge of the copse of trees. Shadows play across his back and haunches, mottling the shining silver-white of his hide, and half-cloaking him from my somewhat handicapped sight.
Burning sapphire is focused on me, always, as it has been for a fortnight now.
What do you want from me?
The answer is simple, and yet unrealistically complicated; :I want nothing from you, Burn. I just want you... nothing else.:
Ask for the moon while you're at it, horse...
My sarcasm isn't lost on him, and I can pick up a faint snort from his direction. It is a very horselike sound, given how ethereal he is, and quite disconcerting as well. It makes me look down again, uncomfortable, frowning, to inspect my own reflection--one which I have avoided for years, up until today.
:Will you at least answer my question?:
The words have a sighing feel to them, but there is no resignation. He hasn't given up on me, and I don't think he ever really will, no matter what I do or say.
"I run... because I have nowhere to run to." I mutter half to myself, but he seems to pick up on my reply anyway.
:Ah.:
Despite the complexities in my statement, understanding is inlayed in his soft response.
How can he understand?
He has a home, he has a family, he has friends. He's never had to give them all up, as I have, time and again--
My bitter thoughts are interrupted by an almost hopeful offer; :...my name is Lindy.:
*huggles Valdemar characters, who are feeling very abandoned right now* ^_^;; lol.