Second book ♌ Action
A.
>Be heartbroken
>1645 Albright Lane
>BACKDATED TO DEC 17
[Disciple taken up a seat on the railing of porch of her house, regardless of the cold and the snow. She doesn't really care right now. She just turns a pair of gloves over and over in her bare hands and squeezes them tight to her chest]
H-He would do that...Give himself up for us like that...It wasn't even his choice to make, what about us. We--Dolorosa--[She buries her face in the gloves and cries softly]
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>Be the Disciple without Signless
>Current/Forward Dated
[In a world without Signless, Disciple never found her cause. She never had someone to be faithful to, to record for or to love. She lived all alone in her cavehive and watched the trolls around her. She painted their pictures on her wall, made matches with them and predicted, often with startingly accuracy. She never made any matches with herself, never caring to place herself in any quadrant. She watched and listened and sometimes talked but the vibrant friendly Disciple was smothered under sweeps of an oppressive hemospectrum and solitude]
B.
>Under the Christmas tree
[Disciple has tucked herself under the enormous tree in the park, nearly hidden under its leaves but carefully scribbling little pairings in the dirt there, smiling to herself at them] Ashen is always the hardest to pick...
C.
>Anywhere
[Sometimes she stops as she's walking and looks to either side. She feels like she's missing something important, like she shouldn't be all alone like this...but. She always has been. Silly to think otherwise. She shakes her head and moves on]
>Be heartbroken
>1645 Albright Lane
>BACKDATED TO DEC 17
[Disciple taken up a seat on the railing of porch of her house, regardless of the cold and the snow. She doesn't really care right now. She just turns a pair of gloves over and over in her bare hands and squeezes them tight to her chest]
H-He would do that...Give himself up for us like that...It wasn't even his choice to make, what about us. We--Dolorosa--[She buries her face in the gloves and cries softly]
--
>Be the Disciple without Signless
>Current/Forward Dated
[In a world without Signless, Disciple never found her cause. She never had someone to be faithful to, to record for or to love. She lived all alone in her cavehive and watched the trolls around her. She painted their pictures on her wall, made matches with them and predicted, often with startingly accuracy. She never made any matches with herself, never caring to place herself in any quadrant. She watched and listened and sometimes talked but the vibrant friendly Disciple was smothered under sweeps of an oppressive hemospectrum and solitude]
B.
>Under the Christmas tree
[Disciple has tucked herself under the enormous tree in the park, nearly hidden under its leaves but carefully scribbling little pairings in the dirt there, smiling to herself at them] Ashen is always the hardest to pick...
C.
>Anywhere
[Sometimes she stops as she's walking and looks to either side. She feels like she's missing something important, like she shouldn't be all alone like this...but. She always has been. Silly to think otherwise. She shakes her head and moves on]