Post by Sythe on Oct 7, 2009 5:24:11 GMT -5
It was rainy, and the air was cold, but since the attack, even to sunniest of days would never be able to be enjoyed. It would seem only a year ago, everything had been perfect, maybe. Was it a year ago…or two…possibly three. Peace was so far away, would it ever return. Would the hearts ever return…What about…Memory?
Only glimmers of it would be remembered, she remembers standing next to faces of darkness, or was she just walking alone, through the darkness. Was she unhappy, no she seemed happy…she paused, Happiness. She doesn’t know what it feels like, true happiness, she doesn’t even remember it. She seems to remember sadness, and pain, and insanity….does insanity count as an emotion, or is it just a curse.
“It’s a gift”
Then let’s return to sender, change the address and run forever.
“Forever is a long time”
Forever is timeless, with this curse. Rain pelted down on a white hood that covered a face. She remembers rain. She didn’t smile, but she looked up to the rain, her dank hollow eyes staring up, it seemed to be filled with sadness, although sparked within the dark coal orbs was the spark of insanity. It wasn’t her insanity, or was it? No, the insanity had named itself. Syne, it had gave itself something she doesn’t have happiness, or was she the insanity of Syne, the invisible woman that had managed to give herself a personality.
“A stone has more emotion then you, your heartless. Heh, get it Heartless”
Her hand went to her chest, where the heartless emblem seemed to be inked onto the extremely tan skin. For someone that didn’t wander outside, she had been extremely tan, when her fingers brushed against her skin, the sudden contact made her jump, was it sad that her own touch was alien to herself?
“You need to get laid…then you can kill them!”
Once her body got use to her touch, she rested it there, her hands we’re warm, the rest of her body was warm, but where her heart was….no where her heart should have been, there was no thud against her chest, no rhyme of beatings against her ear. Closing her eyes as sandy blonde strands of hair ran across her face, brushing against her nose, her hand slowly moved up, and moved it out of the way.
From afar, there had been heartless all around her, but each step she took, led them to run from her, as she found a small table, and a knocked over chair laying on the ground, the table had been glass, and a long crack was found in the middle of it. Was she evil…or was she good. She didn’t know.
“You’re the void in between.”
Picking up the once white chair, now stained with dirt, she sat down, whoever in the right mind was there, would wonder why the heartless would run, it was because she was a no body. A no body outside the organization, she didn’t know of the organization. She had thought she was alone for so long. She wore a matching outfit, it was a grayish blue, it was on her wrist, to the armlets on her for arms, she wore an extremely short shirt, it was strapless, and it seemed to just hug her upper body, and that was why it didn’t fall down to make her nude, She wore shorts, and on her shorts where strips of cloth that were the same pattern and color of her own hood. Crossing her legs, she rested her hands on the table, resting them next to the crack, so not to cut her finger off them.
She wore high boots, that guarded her knees. Tapping it lightly. She enjoyed her solitude, if she would be in a group it would make Syne active.
This was Sythe, the nobody, and Syne her insanity…or was it Syne the nobody and Sythe his insanity. Maybe some one who would know her old life…or his old life would tell the truth. But until then she was a book with a long past behind it, and the book was wordless.
Looking up, the area felt cooler, twilight had been on it's way.
Only glimmers of it would be remembered, she remembers standing next to faces of darkness, or was she just walking alone, through the darkness. Was she unhappy, no she seemed happy…she paused, Happiness. She doesn’t know what it feels like, true happiness, she doesn’t even remember it. She seems to remember sadness, and pain, and insanity….does insanity count as an emotion, or is it just a curse.
“It’s a gift”
Then let’s return to sender, change the address and run forever.
“Forever is a long time”
Forever is timeless, with this curse. Rain pelted down on a white hood that covered a face. She remembers rain. She didn’t smile, but she looked up to the rain, her dank hollow eyes staring up, it seemed to be filled with sadness, although sparked within the dark coal orbs was the spark of insanity. It wasn’t her insanity, or was it? No, the insanity had named itself. Syne, it had gave itself something she doesn’t have happiness, or was she the insanity of Syne, the invisible woman that had managed to give herself a personality.
“A stone has more emotion then you, your heartless. Heh, get it Heartless”
Her hand went to her chest, where the heartless emblem seemed to be inked onto the extremely tan skin. For someone that didn’t wander outside, she had been extremely tan, when her fingers brushed against her skin, the sudden contact made her jump, was it sad that her own touch was alien to herself?
“You need to get laid…then you can kill them!”
Once her body got use to her touch, she rested it there, her hands we’re warm, the rest of her body was warm, but where her heart was….no where her heart should have been, there was no thud against her chest, no rhyme of beatings against her ear. Closing her eyes as sandy blonde strands of hair ran across her face, brushing against her nose, her hand slowly moved up, and moved it out of the way.
From afar, there had been heartless all around her, but each step she took, led them to run from her, as she found a small table, and a knocked over chair laying on the ground, the table had been glass, and a long crack was found in the middle of it. Was she evil…or was she good. She didn’t know.
“You’re the void in between.”
Picking up the once white chair, now stained with dirt, she sat down, whoever in the right mind was there, would wonder why the heartless would run, it was because she was a no body. A no body outside the organization, she didn’t know of the organization. She had thought she was alone for so long. She wore a matching outfit, it was a grayish blue, it was on her wrist, to the armlets on her for arms, she wore an extremely short shirt, it was strapless, and it seemed to just hug her upper body, and that was why it didn’t fall down to make her nude, She wore shorts, and on her shorts where strips of cloth that were the same pattern and color of her own hood. Crossing her legs, she rested her hands on the table, resting them next to the crack, so not to cut her finger off them.
She wore high boots, that guarded her knees. Tapping it lightly. She enjoyed her solitude, if she would be in a group it would make Syne active.
This was Sythe, the nobody, and Syne her insanity…or was it Syne the nobody and Sythe his insanity. Maybe some one who would know her old life…or his old life would tell the truth. But until then she was a book with a long past behind it, and the book was wordless.
Looking up, the area felt cooler, twilight had been on it's way.
