[team two] back when we started
Edit: I completely disregarded a hello message to team two! I’m sorry, and if you still see this, welcome and I’m glad to have you all onboard. If you have any questions, you can reach me by LJ PM or email. I’ll be tagging everyone when it’s their turn using the @writetomyheart twitter account, unless you requested LJ PM or email, in which case I’ll use this LJ account or my email (please accept emails from the gmail account inconspicuouslyblue).
Maybe it’s because I just wrote two sonics over the last few days, but I just felt like writing a mood. The title is from Epic45’s We were never here.
ext_4265261, you’re up.
[Back when we started]
“Good,” she says, fingers curling around the cold metal of the railing as the salty wind tangles her hair around her face. The sky is blue, gulls calling as they slip along the air currents. It's January, the beginning of the year according to some and the end of the year according to the others.
“Who are you talking to?” a voice asks from behind her. The sound moves as the person steps up next to her, along the railing overlooking angry whitecaps. The emotion is probably all in her head though, just as likely as a prehistoric sea creature rising from the depths to swallow her up. Would she feel the crunch of her bones between its jaws?
“The wind,” she says, because why not, and glances to the side. It's a boy-or a man-that age is always hard to tell. Sometimes she feels like she's a thousand years old, and other times she's still a child.
“Does it answer you?” the boy-man-person asks, tilting his head as though he's curious. He doesn't sound mocking though, and maybe that's why she bothers to answer.
“Yes,” the wind whispers, brushing the skin of her cheek.
“Yes,” she replies. The boy-man-person nods-she can see him in her peripheral vision-but he doesn't say anything. She tilts her face up to the sky above them, and closes her eyes.
Maybe it’s because I just wrote two sonics over the last few days, but I just felt like writing a mood. The title is from Epic45’s We were never here.
ext_4265261, you’re up.
[Back when we started]
“Good,” she says, fingers curling around the cold metal of the railing as the salty wind tangles her hair around her face. The sky is blue, gulls calling as they slip along the air currents. It's January, the beginning of the year according to some and the end of the year according to the others.
“Who are you talking to?” a voice asks from behind her. The sound moves as the person steps up next to her, along the railing overlooking angry whitecaps. The emotion is probably all in her head though, just as likely as a prehistoric sea creature rising from the depths to swallow her up. Would she feel the crunch of her bones between its jaws?
“The wind,” she says, because why not, and glances to the side. It's a boy-or a man-that age is always hard to tell. Sometimes she feels like she's a thousand years old, and other times she's still a child.
“Does it answer you?” the boy-man-person asks, tilting his head as though he's curious. He doesn't sound mocking though, and maybe that's why she bothers to answer.
“Yes,” the wind whispers, brushing the skin of her cheek.
“Yes,” she replies. The boy-man-person nods-she can see him in her peripheral vision-but he doesn't say anything. She tilts her face up to the sky above them, and closes her eyes.