Mmh.

[ He'd fallen asleep reading Icha Icha on a large branch of a tree, and wakes up with a slight yawn, scratching at his mask with a finger. The memory leaves him pleasantly amused -- a nice change from the type of dream he's used to having. Reaching for the Hitomi, he picks it up. The connection ends. ]

( He used to think dying was just staying asleep for a very long time. )

( This pointy toy is shiny and bright, and he likes it when the light strikes it so )

[ooc: Second half of payment to Peorth for Icha Icha]
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You're too late.

Rain falls like needles, stabbing cold and hard into your shoulders, into the strip of exposed neck that is most tender. You think it burns, but maybe it's just too cold, and all you can do is look down at this broken, bloodied heap of a boy of too much sunshine and loud promises ( Read more... )

( I could remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. )