[Wild Roses] random sentences echoing through head

[taennyn]

speak here, the dead who know that we are dead, who cannot/will not turn back time to live again. We are nothing more than memories and echos, voices in the dark of midnights past. We are the pieces torn from patterns, the holes left in functioning our legacy unwished. We are your sisters, your brothers, your nephews and nieces, your history

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[taennyn]

. . I'm not sure the Eve either began or ended, for these. Most of the words were spoken by two of the Six--the eldest and the youngest.

[taennyn]

. . . . . May one ask what one was apparently fingers for?

[klgaffney]

*purrrs* no faerytales for such as you. faerytales are for the living. the dead speak, and some few can hear them, hold the pen, and spin their tales for the living, that they may remember.

[darthneko]

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny. and shivery. in good ways.