The Hypothetical AU Meme, Shamelessly stolen from Hope
As if I wasn't taking enough classes this semester, I decide to do this too. Oi vey. Anyway, poke the mun whenever ya like. And poke and poke, until it gets finished. Feel free to request any of my characters as well. ^_^
The Hypothetical AU Meme:
Leave a comment with the type of AU you'd like me to write with your muse and mine and I'll write a ( Read more... )
The Hypothetical AU Meme:
Leave a comment with the type of AU you'd like me to write with your muse and mine and I'll write a ( Read more... )
It left just me and her. Well, there was the rest of the ward. But getting them to talk was about as likely as me losing the fog. The waif stared for a moment with those ginormous orbs, then started to speak. “Greetings and salutations. Ophelia is this one’s name. Pray tell, what is yours and what is that which is your game?”
Her voice filtered through the fog, leaving little swirls in her path. She didn’t seem to be able to see it, and it didn’t cloud over her like all the rest. It had been an eon and a half since a person and not a thing had spoken to me. “Mark.” Good Christ Almighty, that’s what my voice sounded like? It was like the death rattle of a corpse. When you are out of practice talking, a voice can collect sawdust. For her second question, I merely stared pointedly out the window.
She understood, sitting on the edge of the back of a chair with the grace of a fairy out of a storybook. “Out there, where they all live unaware. What I’d give, what I’d dare, just to live one day out there.”
It made me smile. Culture and class, a rare combination. “Fan of Disney?”
One ankle was tucked daintly behind the other, one slim, white hand gracefully running their fingers over the mesh.“Who doesn’t love the mouse? Ophelia has yet to visit his house.”
I tried to understand. It was hard, the fog was coming back and seeping into my ears and eyes. Trying to muffle me, no doubt. “Always speak in rhyme?”
Her visage crinkled into a small frown. The next sentence seemed to cost her a great effort. “No. But it’s…..difficult otherwise.”
I placed one of my hands on her’s. Strange, like the difference between a gardener’s and an aristocrat’s glove. “Tell ya what. Next time I bust out, taking you with. To Disneyland.”
The Cheshire Cat grin came back. “Well, dear one, Ophelia likes you, she does. Straight-Up-With-A-Twist, she says. Just how Ophelia likes it.” I wasn’t sure if I understood half of what she was saying. But I knew things had definitely gotten more interesting around the giant cog machine.
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It's just so awesome; I love Mark's stream on consciousness. So much!
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