[9] Sheik(&Zelda) Satellite Mindhiza_chanOctober 25 2010, 09:11:08 UTC
Hold it, I'm about to drop off Let me tell you my last thought Drift into a deep fog Lost where I forgot to hold it I can feel you most when I'm alone
He doesn't remember much, afterward.
Link had started forward, startled, and he'd smiled behind the mask- started to say, "I don't want to go." It had never made it past his lips, his body surrendering itself to it's rightful owner. He'd thought, but I didn't tell him and Zelda had smiled, said, I'll let him know.
It's a void, white space stretching out endlessly. Most days, he doesn't know who he is. What he is. Everything is one absentminded blur of memories and half heard melodies; the ghostly strumming of a lyre that mixes with the static buzz of nothing. He thinks the notes sound lonely.
Sometimes, he hears things. Echoes of thought that aren't memories, golden threads that weave about him in a nonsensical pattern. ZeldaHe cannot close his eyes, because in this state of nothing, he does not have them. He is nothing and everything at once, the god of his own barren world. He
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Let me tell you my last thought
Drift into a deep fog
Lost where I forgot to hold it
I can feel you most when I'm alone
He doesn't remember much, afterward.
Link had started forward, startled, and he'd smiled behind the mask- started to say, "I don't want to go." It had never made it past his lips, his body surrendering itself to it's rightful owner. He'd thought, but I didn't tell him and Zelda had smiled, said, I'll let him know.
It's a void, white space stretching out endlessly. Most days, he doesn't know who he is. What he is. Everything is one absentminded blur of memories and half heard melodies; the ghostly strumming of a lyre that mixes with the static buzz of nothing. He thinks the notes sound lonely.
Sometimes, he hears things. Echoes of thought that aren't memories, golden threads that weave about him in a nonsensical pattern. ZeldaHe cannot close his eyes, because in this state of nothing, he does not have them. He is nothing and everything at once, the god of his own barren world. He ( ... )
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