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I've been researching demons in the Magic Box every day since we went to Ralph's. I didn't really want a repeat of someone who wanted to eat my liver and me not just shooting them as many times as possible up front. And after Anya telling me about all the different varieties that were in the bar that night I really want to know which ones to just run the hell away from and get backup before I end up dead in an alley somewhere.
Like India.
Bad thought, don't go there.
And the singing, oh god please tell me the singing stops at some point because if I break out into song and dance with a perfect stranger one more time I may cut my wrists and save the demons the trouble! Each time it gets a little more personal, a little more painful. Yay for sharing too much.
I've actually bought all the books I'm looking at today, they've been really good for basic information on a lot of species of demons. I don't know if it's going to help in the long run, don't know how much good I'm doing anyway.
*shoves the demon books away as the music ques, stands up and hits both fists on the table*
It's not enough, it's never enough
No matter what I learn or what I kill
She's never coming back to me.
Fate has wove the thread of life with pain
and only with the end of life will pain stop
*runs across the room and onto a chair tipping it to slide across the floor*
She was only fifteen, my sister made into a weapon
Unprepared and alone sent to her death
by a man who barely knew her
a tool for his pride he sent her to her death
*shadow boxes and does a leaping turn, face contorting as painful heat runs under his skin*
Doubt is pain, a pain I've grown to know
Shadowing me like a cloak and mask I cannot shed
Her blood is still on my skin
No matter how hard I try to leave her death behind
She was the one chosen, I her unfit substitute
*step-slides and turns, throwing his head to the side as he does so arms snapping above his head as he twists into another turn*
the worst pain is to have knowlege but no power
To let the monsters win night after night
I beg for the stilling of my pain
I hold the razor to my wrist every day
by hunting in her stead and cover it
with laughter in place of tears
*white hot heat under his skin he feels like he is smoldering and he can smell smoke as he runs two steps and slides across the table into a dive and somersault*
To cowardly to give in
when she died in place of me
She saved my life and I can't forgive
Oh God stop this pain within!
God just...
*smoke is rising from his hair when Anya slaps him knocking him out of the song and he collapses on the floor panting*
Okay, this has officially gone from just weird to really wrong.
Like India.
Bad thought, don't go there.
And the singing, oh god please tell me the singing stops at some point because if I break out into song and dance with a perfect stranger one more time I may cut my wrists and save the demons the trouble! Each time it gets a little more personal, a little more painful. Yay for sharing too much.
I've actually bought all the books I'm looking at today, they've been really good for basic information on a lot of species of demons. I don't know if it's going to help in the long run, don't know how much good I'm doing anyway.
*shoves the demon books away as the music ques, stands up and hits both fists on the table*
It's not enough, it's never enough
No matter what I learn or what I kill
She's never coming back to me.
Fate has wove the thread of life with pain
and only with the end of life will pain stop
*runs across the room and onto a chair tipping it to slide across the floor*
She was only fifteen, my sister made into a weapon
Unprepared and alone sent to her death
by a man who barely knew her
a tool for his pride he sent her to her death
*shadow boxes and does a leaping turn, face contorting as painful heat runs under his skin*
Doubt is pain, a pain I've grown to know
Shadowing me like a cloak and mask I cannot shed
Her blood is still on my skin
No matter how hard I try to leave her death behind
She was the one chosen, I her unfit substitute
*step-slides and turns, throwing his head to the side as he does so arms snapping above his head as he twists into another turn*
the worst pain is to have knowlege but no power
To let the monsters win night after night
I beg for the stilling of my pain
I hold the razor to my wrist every day
by hunting in her stead and cover it
with laughter in place of tears
*white hot heat under his skin he feels like he is smoldering and he can smell smoke as he runs two steps and slides across the table into a dive and somersault*
To cowardly to give in
when she died in place of me
She saved my life and I can't forgive
Oh God stop this pain within!
God just...
*smoke is rising from his hair when Anya slaps him knocking him out of the song and he collapses on the floor panting*
Okay, this has officially gone from just weird to really wrong.