( Show me your teeth )

( But I felt compelled to write it anyways )

[It's sometime later in the evening, a bit after the sun has set. Miranda's in her apartment-style room with the door propped open, attempting to cook. Said attempts are clearly going awry, if the smoke billowing from the doorway is any indication.]

Ach... Why does it keep burning?

( No one ever had much nice to say/I think they never liked you anyway )

( For recently mine have been tearing my seams... )

Her mind and heart were still racing after being locked in that room and seeing those... Not memories, no. Memories would mean they had happened. Visions. That's all they were. Visions ( Read more... )

( Recruitment )