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"Aren't boys supposed to have superior hand-eye co-ordination?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at him in disappointment. She digs her toes into the edge of the hand-me down leather couch in Ellen's New York Apartment. You see, there's this guy and truth be told, he's not anything like any of the guys she's been with. He's not rough and mean, or ( Read more... ) -
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Sleep, perchance to dream
To dream of what?
Many things, kings and queens. {Another realm.}
What find you there?
Many things foul and fair.
It's said that dreams are a reflection {only a mirror} of the soul {as twisted as you}. Dreams are another world. Another place to get lost. Another place to be found. Another place to Open Your Eyes or lose ( Read more... ) -
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Kaye's leaning against the bar, bouncing a crisp green apple against her palm. Apple goes up, apple goes down. She likes how the color of the bar lights reflect off it's surface. There's nothing to make you smile like a successful heist.
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The cold bitterness of winter tends to drive people inside. They don't like it too much. It's harsh and uncomfortable when the burning heat of indoors brings feeling back to your extremities. So not many people are outside, in the midst of winter, despite it's frigid beauty ( Read more... ) -
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You know what's difficult, climbing a tree without Pixie grace. Kaye doesn't even notice the water droplets (fallen from leaves) that spatter down the back of her neck, she has to concentrate. Kick an old boot into a knot on the bark and pull with dirty hands, pull upwards, just don't let go.
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It's starting to get cold. That's the first thing Kaye notices. The way her breathe ices when it hits the air, leaving a frigid cloud. So cold that she already can't feel her fingers and it suddenly seems a bad idea to be out without a coat and sitting on the damp grass, soaking through her jeans ( Read more... ) -
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She was wearing one of Ellen's skirts, a slender black number that reached halfway down her calves. There was a cigarette burn right near the bottom, but Kaye doubted anyone would notice, or care. She felt like a grown up, in the stuffy clothing, staring at the door to the funeral parlor. In a moment she would have to go in and join them. She didn' ( Read more... ) -
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A girl in false skins could sit at the Bar all day and no-one would know the difference. She could sit and brood in her silent hate; imagining a scene of pale fingers tangled in red curls, silver hair trailing around a beautiful face as they kissed. She could just sit. Sit and let the self-pity overtake her.
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Obsession. Need. Compulsion. Hopelessness. Conflicting emotions burst within her like a supernova.
She had fallen asleep, Kaye knew, but to her it felt like entering another world. A world where everything twisted and melted and colors made no sense...but she could forget. That was enough.
Yellow.
It was yellow.
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canon information
Kaye enters Milliways a few days after the events at the end of 'Tithe.' ( SPOILER WARNING )