May 01, 2010 23:21
You know what?
[Slender fingers grip the communicator, the expression on the elf's face one of carefully-guarded anger, as well as no small amount of humiliation he's working to hide.]
I am getting rather tired of these daily trials we go through. I enjoyed my childhood well enough when I had it, and I have no desire to ever relive that part of my life again.
[Frowning just slightly, the elf studies the communicator coldly before turning his attention elsewhere. He's a fidgety thing this evening, his skin a little pale, his face a little drawn, but that could just be his anger...or it could be something else.]
...And that's what it all comes down to. Birds in a pretty cage that lets us pretend we aren't trapped at all.
[He shudders, and then abruptly turns the communicator away from himself, letting it go to voice instead.]
I trust we've returned to ou rnormal ages? That...all is as it should be, given this place? If so, I suppose there is only to wait for the next fel-blasted curse.
[And his voice softens, almost unheard.]
If only...
here we go again,
arcane addiction,
late nights with an addict,
i wanna to go home,
needing a mana fix,
beras my beras,
voice post,
video post,
tantrum ahead,
going through withdrawal,
where's my guild when i need them,
talks to hear his own voice,
i hate this place,
mage (damsel) in distress