013 - Cold blows the wind to my true love / And gently drops the rain

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Aniki is carrying her glowstone and walking along the beach, a vacant look on her face.


She blows on the stone again and it brightens. She holds it up as high as she can and watches the water moving in and out of the dark.]


I think I'm beginning to miss the sun.



[[SO HERE'S ANIKI, the truth-empath. As per usual, message me with things you do/don't want her to be able to see, and--if you prefer--include in the brackets the random facts you'd like her to see about your character when she's not focusing. Of course, she doesn't realize she can do this, or why she's feeling so :| ]

Comments

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Why what?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Why don't you stop looking through things you have no buisness knowing?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Not sure. Fair fascinating, I suppose. [She's as disconnected as someone reading a novel at the moment.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

That's my life you seem to find so 'fascinating'.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Is that a bad thing?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

It is for me.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Why?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Because it should be my choice whether I share it or not.