[audio]
Miss Eden keeps the thumping heart at bay, but I fear she isn't pleased with my company. She won't eat her cakes or drink her tea. The little bird misses her family... perhaps I shouldn't have clipped her wings, but if she flies away home, my nest will be empty except for the tick tick ticking.
The clock's got a hold of my tongue...
I feel its hands in my brain, like pale maggots in a loaf of bread--gnawing away... Eden, dearie, won't you speak? sing a song of six pence You have a pretty voice. It's all green hills in my head, rolling and rolling on forever.
[ooc: No internal dialogue curse. Quite upsetting, that. Anyone want to use this to discover Eden's location?]
The clock's got a hold of my tongue...
I feel its hands in my brain, like pale maggots in a loaf of bread--gnawing away... Eden, dearie, won't you speak? sing a song of six pence You have a pretty voice. It's all green hills in my head, rolling and rolling on forever.
[ooc: No internal dialogue curse. Quite upsetting, that. Anyone want to use this to discover Eden's location?]