Not one of the anons who originally offered to fill it but I hope OP enjoys? I wasn't exactly sure what you were expecting so I let my mind go and... this was what happened.
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The first thing that he thought was that he must be in a cocoon.
His finger twitching at the end of his sore arm, he could feel the tightness of the sheets as if they had been zealously tucked in under the mattress (this he could feel against his back, the springs that groaned at his slight movement which were quickly discouraged by sharp pains shooting everywhere) by a caretaker (for he could feel no ropes, chains, or any of that sort of restriction on his limbs) who was quite eager to restrict his movements
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Re: Farewell to Lumina [2/??]
anonymous
June 18 2009, 10:21:01 UTC
Since I wasn't sure where exactly to take this, I was thinking somewhere around the Battle of Britain but... my brain fails me at the moment in WWII timeline. So take this as some time before America joins in.
Also, I promise there's actual hurt/comfort somewhere orz
Re: Farewell to Lumina [2/??]
anonymous
June 18 2009, 13:35:47 UTC
Oh is truly the right word to describe what I feel right now. OH MY GOD. This is beautiful and terrible at the same time. And America, dear God, America...
Re: Farewell to Lumina [2/??]
anonymous
June 18 2009, 22:41:32 UTC
I approve authoranon and I look forward to more. Wondering if there is any historical meaning behind the blinding part. Regardless I enjoy this. I don't know who this authoranon is but I look forward to see more from you, I like your writing style.
Re: Farewell to Lumina [2/??]
anonymous
June 19 2009, 06:23:25 UTC
Oh my. This is just about bringing tears to my eyes. And, well. You have a wonderful writing style, and this seems like the start to a really promising story.
Farewell to Lumina [3a/??]
anonymous
June 19 2009, 10:23:51 UTC
Writer!anon would like to thank all the anons who commented before because asdfjkl;I'm flattered *________*
Also, writer!anon has realized that she should probably have named the last part '1b' instead of '2' *facepalm*
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He remembered once when he had been struck so hard across his head that his vision blurred and purpled then faded all at once to cumbersome black. He remembered stepping back, his hand a tentative distance away from his face and just listening to the chaos of soldiers and their war cries while wondering if he would be stabbed for standing in the middle of a battlefield like a half-wit ready for Death to take him on his skeletal steed. Worst of all, he imagined his brother’s triumphant laughter ringing clear from within the rising voices
( ... )
Farewell to Lumina [3b/??] (recaptcha: 'crams commissions' lulz)
anonymous
June 19 2009, 10:26:23 UTC
His breath was much closer than he anticipated: warm breath that smelt faintly of rich coffee tickled the tip of his nose and burned his nostrils. England grimaced, for despite the burning it seemed to ease the panic building inside his mind. ‘Coffee’, his mind whispered, before snorting rudely at the memories that came with it.
“Listen to me for once in your lifetime: let go.” He struggled to keep his voice level. The temptation to just tear it all away was enough to drive a man mad. Oh how his fingers longed to rid of the curtain, that leaden tapestry… And how his throat ached in the midst of his bedlam… He might not have a voice left after this ordeal. “I wish to remove them and no one’s goodwill or advice is going to change my mind
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Farewell to Lumina [3c/??]
anonymous
June 19 2009, 10:27:36 UTC
The Briton listened to the struggle in that voice, the difficulty in the chaining of words. He had never known how apparently adept he was at picking up America’s intonations, particularly when he was troubled. His insides wavered at it. Not want him here… He certainly didn’t want him holding him down any longer but... Despite all his aggressiveness, it wasn’t really as if… lying in an empty room wondering just what was going on was probably how he would have spent his day or night until either Churchill or one of the generals came to check up on him. He sighed as he could not come up with a proper way to enunciate that: too weary, too used. Meðe Englaland
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Re: Farewell to Lumina [3c/??]
anonymous
June 19 2009, 10:56:34 UTC
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
F5F5F5F5F5-ing~~~~~~~~~~~
This is making me bite my nails and sit on the edge of my seat for the next update!!! The emotions racking inside England's though... Man~ Ah, I'm incoherent now... So just please do continue this piece!
Not one of the anons who originally offered to fill it but I hope OP enjoys? I wasn't exactly sure what you were expecting so I let my mind go and... this was what happened.
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The first thing that he thought was that he must be in a cocoon.
His finger twitching at the end of his sore arm, he could feel the tightness of the sheets as if they had been zealously tucked in under the mattress (this he could feel against his back, the springs that groaned at his slight movement which were quickly discouraged by sharp pains shooting everywhere) by a caretaker (for he could feel no ropes, chains, or any of that sort of restriction on his limbs) who was quite eager to restrict his movements ( ... )
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Also, I promise there's actual hurt/comfort somewhere orz
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e...englandddd ;A;
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This is so heart-breaking yet I can't wait for the rest! Your writing is absolutely wonderful!
Englaaaandddd!!! ;^;
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I torture characters regularly thank you I hope you enjoy the next part just as much~
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also concerned!America <3333
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Also, writer!anon has realized that she should probably have named the last part '1b' instead of '2' *facepalm*
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He remembered once when he had been struck so hard across his head that his vision blurred and purpled then faded all at once to cumbersome black. He remembered stepping back, his hand a tentative distance away from his face and just listening to the chaos of soldiers and their war cries while wondering if he would be stabbed for standing in the middle of a battlefield like a half-wit ready for Death to take him on his skeletal steed. Worst of all, he imagined his brother’s triumphant laughter ringing clear from within the rising voices ( ... )
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“Listen to me for once in your lifetime: let go.” He struggled to keep his voice level. The temptation to just tear it all away was enough to drive a man mad. Oh how his fingers longed to rid of the curtain, that leaden tapestry… And how his throat ached in the midst of his bedlam… He might not have a voice left after this ordeal. “I wish to remove them and no one’s goodwill or advice is going to change my mind ( ... )
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F5F5F5F5F5-ing~~~~~~~~~~~
This is making me bite my nails and sit on the edge of my seat for the next update!!! The emotions racking inside England's though... Man~ Ah, I'm incoherent now... So just please do continue this piece!
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I´m loving this so much - it´s so intense and sad and akshajdhjk I hope England gets better soon. Ç_Ç
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