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Ⱥŧ nɨǥħŧ ɏøᵾ ȼȺn ħɇȺɍ ŧħɇm. Ŧħɇɨɍ søƀƀɨnǥ Ⱥnđ ȼɍɏɨnǥ. WħȺŧ Ⱥɍɇ ŧħɇ ȼȺᵾsɇ føɍ ŧħɇ wɍɇŧȼħɇđ ŧɇȺɍs?

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He didn't understand, though lately, he had been getting a few headaches from time to time. In their home all to themselves, Rick didn't dare inform Letty, be it because of his pride or dislike of worrying her.

And so, here he sat in their dream world, not indoors to offer visitors tea and sweets, but outside near their well. His head lolled from side to side, almost as though he was napping, but he was wide awake, gaze locked on nothing in particular.

When footsteps had been heard, his head lifted slightly, only turning to see faces he knew wander down the path. He picked up a rock near him, throwing it in front of the others to get their attention, not even bothering to stand up like he normally would. No, he just felt too tired to. Maybe he hadn't been getting enough sleep? Funny since he and Letty slept at the same time, yet she was as energetic as always.

"Hello," he greeted in that soft, distant tone of his. "I would offer tea but... It appears as though I'm not capable of doing so. Welcome to our home though."

[indocilis-fragments]

amnesiacxxxx said:(( y me /has your starter in drafts atm ))

because you //slapped

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"... I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror.  If the face I was looking at wasn’t me, and I knew it wasn’t, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me?  And what was watching?"

                                      — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

[indocilis-fragments]

i really want to rp with you guys but i'm reaalllyy shy and afraid that i'll bother you

[indocilis-fragments]

∞Well, well, well, what do we have here? Fiona has again met the crybaby from before- but now, she thinks he's real. Is he? He's probably not. No, wait, that's wrong. She should be asking this question to herself, is she real? Because definitely, she only exists in dreams. She's a spirit in the dream world, what more could she be in the real one?

"So we meet again, crybaby. Anything else you want to cry about, except for your stupid dream in 'Wonderland' where you met me?," Fiona asked, putting the sentence's stress on the word Wonderland. She hates that world. She only existed there. It doesn't even matter to her if the crybaby couldn't hear her. She was mad. Pissed off. Sad.

--because of what?

[tavelure]

 five people living,                                                                 five soon-to-be corpses;

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【Ѽ��—  Fingers lightly caress the keys of a new-found piano, hesitantly pressing on them to evoke a sound ( a note, the scrap of a melody; like the ripped page of a book ). Not wanting to play childish games often gave her the liberty to explore when she could, though only in the bottom floor. Oh, she definitely followed that order given to her.  How could she not? Last time she didn't follow natural laws, she ended up... here. Closing vermilion orbs, she presses on them much more confidently, remembering a melody her mother taught her -- the first melody she'd learned, which got her into playing -- before all this chaos happened.

She mutters. "Alouette, gentille alouette..." Surely, she wouldn't be heard-- well, that she thought, until behind her a door closed, enabling the girl to get surprised and cause her notes to be dissonant. And, well... she didn't like it when things were badly done. Turning around to glare at whoever it was, she sighs in frustration. "... What do you want?"