((I sadly have to go again. D: I’ll be back on whenever possible, but I might not be on this blog until tomorrow.))
-she shook her blonde head-..No. I don’t have parents , I was left at a church when I was a baby , I displayed psychic abilities so I was shunned from that community..I had no where to go , in the outback I had to fend for myself..until I heard about this scholarship in town one day to go to college , but you know how that ended. Teamed up with Axon , didn’t really make a bond , just needed him for his abilities..and..well I’ve pretty much been on my own…No ones ever given me a bed..let alone a couch before..
First of all, parents are ridiculously overrated. Second of all, normal people shun anyone who’s different. They don’t deserve to understand you.
…And I’m glad you can consider me to be a friend. And I guess you’re my friend too.
You’re..-she put a hand to her forehead-…You’re a comfort..I dunno I guess it’s because you’re being so roger about letting me stay here. -sips some more wine-
Oh. Um. Okay then. -awkwardly continues to stare at the ceiling-
I guess…You’re the first real friend I’ve ever had..-stares at her shoes-
Oh, come on. You’ve had to have at least one friend before you met me!
You’re..-she put a hand to her forehead-…You’re a comfort..I dunno I guess it’s because you’re being so roger about letting me stay here. -sips some more wine-
Oh. Um. Okay then. -awkwardly continues to stare at the ceiling-
It is! It’s just not the same. …and..I kinda can’t..go to sleep…unless I know you’re here ..It’s stupid , I know I know…it’s kinda like..you’re..my hall-light…and Stuff is gonna come and get me if I don’t see the hall-light before I go to sleep.
…I uh, don’t really know how to say anything about that. I don’t really know how I feel about being a hall-light.
I can see well enough for it to be fairly relevant. It’s just not the primary sense I rely on any longer.
Try this: Close your eyes/ Open them just enough so you can see some light, but nothing has come into focus.
…
What did you write? Descriptions of torture? Lovecraftian tales of horror?
-sips her drink-..Ah. Electronics are not my forte. I wish I could help. Would you like some wine? ..
It’s fine. No need to worry yourself over it.
And I’ll have to say no to the wine. I don’t really have a taste for it.
Alright then. -sips her own , slowly- I..missed you…today….-side glance-
…Really? -stares at anything other than Elenore-
Yes..It’s so quiet and…uneventful..whenever you’re not here. ..-stares at anything other than Loboto-
Suuuuure it is….-stares at the ceiling-
I can see well enough for it to be fairly relevant. It’s just not the primary sense I rely on any longer.
Try this: Close your eyes/ Open them just enough so you can see some light, but nothing has come into focus.
Try to read.
congratuilations, you have Crispinvision.
AUGH! THE LIGHT! IT BURNS!
Good. Sate into it until your retinas begin to bleed and until the pangs of hunger in your soul stop screaming.
Nope! Nopenopenope. Not going there.
You are very good at descriptions though. Have you ever considered being a writer?
-sips her drink-..Ah. Electronics are not my forte. I wish I could help. Would you like some wine? ..
It’s fine. No need to worry yourself over it.
And I’ll have to say no to the wine. I don’t really have a taste for it.
Alright then. -sips her own , slowly- I..missed you…today….-side glance-
…Really? -stares at anything other than Elenore-
