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The Line is especially slow today - dull and dim and lifeless. This is not an overly unusual or surprising sort of thing, but it is a true thing and Lethe is rather entirely bored. The souls do not argue - they do not even do very much at all. It's not that she is one to complain or anything, of course, it is just that she is not really capable of ( Read more... ) -
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She tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and swallows.
It still tastes the same - like cold and drowning and fire - and though she knows she needs it, she almost doesn't want it. It's funny, sometimes, how those things aren't always the same.
Lethe sinks and falls to pieces and almost forgets, sometimes, that she needs to breathe.
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It's beautiful in its own way. And if one can ignore the dark parts, the cold parts - then it is beautiful beyond all and any other things. The water is clear and the gems along the floor seem to catch on light that doesn't quite shine ( Read more... )