| Pages Of A Locked Diary; Tema's Notes | |
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| TemaSanyilma | Dec 6 2007, 08:56 PM Post #1 |
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I'd like to say that Ahn and Sel have been calling out to me since I obtained my pearl. I'd like to say that Poizon's sweet voice hadn't been chocking my wrists. I'd even go as far as to say that my pearl has forced Aedida to come back into my protective embrace. Course liking to say something and being able to say it are two very different things. So many of them, so much calculation.. It almost makes me miss my scientific days locked away in my manor doing who knows what kind of experiments... almost of course. There is something I can say however... her name is Tsumi, and by far she's my most unforeseen equation yet. Her soul and my own are something like polar opposites. Quite literally. I wonder however, if this is merely a suppression and not something more along the lines of a magical dampening. There are many of them, and already I find my mind within a deluge of equation I'm not fully prepared to understand. My months in prison has done too much to me... I fear I may even be losing my special touch for mental physiology. Hideo... no there's an equation with missing parts. Too much of him is an outer shell... one I do intend to break through. Such a strong mask, one he couldn't drop if he wanted to. I pity him. Anger hasn't gotten me anywhere, accepted is the next step. Beyond that, I have a feeling I know just how to tug away at those delicate heart strings. Not that I would mind you, but still... it gets the sparks flowing. There's this... very long, detailed and vigorous story that I have been unfolding late at night. Drahcir... finally a many I can respect besides Talon. I swear this upon my own soul, I will help them both. He and Tryn... if I, a Siren can not fix a broken love then so be it. May Altana take me if I can't. He can't cry... by Shiva Talon... help him. Don't let him rip away at himself like you did. Let his heart heal with words of a song he can't understand. Let it beat with life, not with disdain. Renmar... a bit of an egotistical jackass, but there' something within that. He is what he says... a gentleman. The kind of person who can turn strong hands into small gloves filled with sweet and warm comfort. Respect him... not really. Help him find the one, most confidently. Wantz almost feels like that kid should be stuck somewhere in Windurst with a wooden sword and an inactive cardian. I'll take care of him however I can, but I refuse to be a maternal figure. |
![]() And within the ocean she cries into the abyss that will never end. She will tare and rip apart currents, slice through darknesses unknown to eyes. She will arise from a watery grave and walk the surface of the oceans singing and hunting and she will live. And she will never feel her heart beat again... | |
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