Feb 13, 2009 07:46
“A quiet night-! A calm night! A perfect night for reflection! A perfect night for composition! Ahh…hahaha but no… how does one begin that line?” The metal object slowly sank downwards, cradled gingerly within his arms as if it were a softly breathing infant-body giving a severe twist to about face the mass of - one blue eye opened… one two… six… eight… ahh thirteen-there were thirteen of them tonight- the numbers always fluctuated but there was always someone there.
"Do I begin with a Once upon a time~?...." The question broke across the the cold crisp air as a plum of heated breath escaped the energetic blond who suddenly swung himself over to the metal skeleton of a very much intact automobile. Odd it was-- unscathed in anyway to be here in Abyss-- gloved pads gently slid along that black chrome surface-- his eyes fixating on the dull reflection he could see of himself against a tinted window.
"...Or perhaps a ever after?".
minatsuki takami,
william t. spears,
graham spector