Marasiah Fel (
notconflicted) wrote2013-07-27 09:57 am
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Room 317- Saturday afternoon
Sia was curled up on the cushion of her bay window that was totally in her room now, looking out at the scenery below. She'd been feeling kind of weird over the last day or so, for no apparent reason, and now she was just content to be pensive and... hum to herself. The tune just spoke to her.
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
It was apparently that kind of day.
[Door and post open!]
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
It was apparently that kind of day.
[Door and post open!]
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Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
... Yeah, Atton had no idea where that was coming from. It wasn't that much like the really disturbing singing thing a few weeks back, though. It was sort of... drifty.
Drifty definitely described how he showed up in Sia's doorway, though.
"Hey Si."
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