Okay, Fine (Default, Reset)
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean, white coats
--Neuroticfish, "They're Coming to Take Me Away"
Mileena hadn't known, or cared, about the opposite of pain until then. Happiness was neither natural to nor simple for her. She'd never understood sunsets, long walks, poetry. Small, fuzzy animals were...complicated, and her opinion of them was mixed. She never laughed. She made herself laugh, when she saw that others did, but the point of doing so continued to elude her.
Men rarely aroused anything in her except pity. They shared certain objects of attention. One in particular--Kitana ignored everyone equally.
"And how do you do; yes, it was lovely, and why, no, I don't mind at all if you do pour your wine down my cleavage, touch me and I will snap your arm off and beat you senseless with it. Oh, I'd adore a dance, let's."
They were all so fragile. She cuddled up to them for the same reason that they cuddled up to her. Anything to get a little closer; she let them touch and even pretended it felt right, so long as it let her get a better look.
Smiling was Kitana's native facial expression, and she was radiant in it.
In their clean, white coats
--Neuroticfish, "They're Coming to Take Me Away"
Mileena hadn't known, or cared, about the opposite of pain until then. Happiness was neither natural to nor simple for her. She'd never understood sunsets, long walks, poetry. Small, fuzzy animals were...complicated, and her opinion of them was mixed. She never laughed. She made herself laugh, when she saw that others did, but the point of doing so continued to elude her.
Men rarely aroused anything in her except pity. They shared certain objects of attention. One in particular--Kitana ignored everyone equally.
"And how do you do; yes, it was lovely, and why, no, I don't mind at all if you do pour your wine down my cleavage, touch me and I will snap your arm off and beat you senseless with it. Oh, I'd adore a dance, let's."
They were all so fragile. She cuddled up to them for the same reason that they cuddled up to her. Anything to get a little closer; she let them touch and even pretended it felt right, so long as it let her get a better look.
Smiling was Kitana's native facial expression, and she was radiant in it.