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IoQ: You Came to Visit MeWord count:
Athril hadn't made it much outside of his home since he had arrived, but for once he decided to go out of his way to try to find Thumbelina's house. He remembered the location she had mentioned, and with a little bit of asking around he was probably able to find it. The lich stood awkwardly in front of the door, before going to knock.
A kettle could be heard whistling while some laughter and other loud noises clattered throughout the house. After successfully wrangling her daughter into a dress Thumbelina answered the door with a baby boy held on her hip. "Oh Athril! Would you care to come inside?" She stepped to the side and held the door open for him.
Athril held both of his hands up to his chest for a moment, debating on turning back in fear of inturrupting something... but Thumbelina got to the doo
IoQ: Like a Warm SnowflakeWord Count:
As the cold receded Matches had found herself in yet another strange world that she hoped was full of just as wonderful and amazing creatures as the last. Though to be honest she was desperately hopeful that there wasn't so much sadnees in this place. She wanted a home that was loving and good not one where monsters ate mayors and the darkness stalked the streets at night. Or where friends threw you off boats, that last part was important. She'd taken to wandering a bit to acquaint herself with this new place and had yet to run into anything living other than a few curious looking rodents which had bolted the moment she spotted them. So as she wandered, all manner of lost in this new place she had started to hum to herself and after a bit the hum had become singing and
IoQ: The Gift of Shared KnowledgeWord Count:
Thumbelina knocks on his door. "Ah! Hello Athril, I remember you saying you were rather fond of books before.. So I thought I would bring you one of mine.." She holds out a book about various plants. "Though you might not care for it.. I should have asked first I suppose.." She stood awkwardly, fretting that it was a bad choice of book.
He glanced up from the stretch of paper he had out across a makeshift desk, before walking over to the door. He seem somewhat relieve that it was her, and not anyone else. Slowly, the lich took the book, before gingerly turning the pages. "Ah... Plants, hm? No no... I find it rather interesting.. Always have, though I suppose I've never been good at /keeping/ them." He said, before stepping aside in c
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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