Twenty Four Duels

[tangodelamuerte]

Twice damned am I. Looking out in to the short evenings, the illumination from square windows framing scenes beyond my reach and not my sight. Moving pictures of stories come to life. None but the omnipresent eyes of God perched on his throne see me now, observing raptly as I do them

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[treadingdawn]

Tybalt? What are you saying?

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[tangodelamuerte]

[exasperated sigh]

Cindy remains absent. Hope has gone with her. Left am I with displeased felines.

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[treadingdawn]

Oh...I'm sorry to hear that, cousin.

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[tangodelamuerte]

Remind me of joys, Caspian. They have forgotten me. O, how this does not suit me. Tis ill fitted with the skill of a blind tailor.

[absinthe_eyed]

Maybe Cindy will come back.

At least you have the cats.

[tangodelamuerte]

Still and still, the spidery legs of hope cling to the silken, fragile threads as I do. The dreary season that reigns in her absence is fixed for more wind to threaten my resolve. Hold, say I. For I am no weakened creature.

They care not for me.

[absinthe_eyed]

Good.

Pet them, talk to them. If they're not smothering you in your sleep, odds are they don't hate you.

[deathbutler]

Oooh, look who's still here!

[tangodelamuerte]

Away get thee. Is not my temper foul enough?

[deathbutler]

Could be worse~