Let the
poison sink in
let it leave its mark
there used to be a likeness, used to be a spark. but communication let it go to far. come closer, deep down, you might like what i've found. i am not what i've done, what i've become. can't fight these bad intentions. i thought i was the victim, i played it well. sifted through the wreckage, couldn't find myself. i tried to be salvation, tried to make it change. oh, i've gone to far, please look the other way.
The cushioned seat was a luxury, jittering through shakes of machine like movement as a pair of flaring gold beheld that familiar whirling scenery. Trees. Mountains. Water. Roots of life stemmed from the natural, alluring, yet dull to the point one could flourish into an eternal slumber. Only to erupt into reality by the unseemly trail of drool and sudden shaking of stumbling into destination. It was an evident case that coiled around the many unfamiliars situated onto the bounding train, and, in this case, he was not one of them. The mound of blue stood out amoungst everything dully toned, oblivious to the compelling glances that barely beheld a glimpse of what he geniunely looked like.
"U-Um, Enola?" a voice resonated from within his throat, hesitant along his hardly statue like tongue as he peered at the woman before him. Like any other fleeting day, she was clothed in that formal maid uniform, expressing some sort of abnormality, yet, nobility in the way she percieved herself to be. Because of this, the two were evidently opposites in both wear, and persona. A male who urged to be left invisible, but, regardless, dressed in flashy wear. And a woman, who was never seen out of some odd maid get-up persistently remarked she were the real deal. It was utmost bewildering to him that he had some how been guided into this direction to meet the most bizarre people yet.
"About.. the job.." a timid pause, "A-Are you sure that I'm r-really needed? ..I mean last time, I just caused trouble for.. y-you and Hakumi." the crown of blue tilted down, source of sighting observing the clenched hands on his lap, "Wherever I go.. somebody always gets hurt.. I-I would understanding if you're fine doing this on your own.." as usual, the youth was emitting a display of uncertainty, vieling his abashed expression with the locks of hair that so oddly he comprehended as sensitive. Colorless lips pursed together, fluctating like the serene waves of a silent ocean as he seemed almost afraid for answer, one that would be purely blunt with the exposure of negativity. And in confrontation, that was truly what the fearful youth did not urge to hear - but, it wasn't like he could influence the replies of another.
A blink. The train stopped? that was the only additionally piece that elbowed his attention into an entirely diverse place, fluttering lashes of raven observing the people who casually liberated off of the train. Should he go? Should he stay? He steered toward the one who was labeled as "team-mate", almost questioning her through silence as if she could comprehend what he was mentally spanning to grasp onto, each passing second on the ticking clock of time assembling the agitation that strained to his very being. If another at accompanied, his figure would pursue behind them in merely visualization of the way they handled things. But, this time, it was just him. Desolated with the woman known as maid, a responsibility he couldn't afford to advance onto her without being overwhelmed by a horrible and consuming guilt.
"U-Um, Enola?" a voice resonated from within his throat, hesitant along his hardly statue like tongue as he peered at the woman before him. Like any other fleeting day, she was clothed in that formal maid uniform, expressing some sort of abnormality, yet, nobility in the way she percieved herself to be. Because of this, the two were evidently opposites in both wear, and persona. A male who urged to be left invisible, but, regardless, dressed in flashy wear. And a woman, who was never seen out of some odd maid get-up persistently remarked she were the real deal. It was utmost bewildering to him that he had some how been guided into this direction to meet the most bizarre people yet.
"About.. the job.." a timid pause, "A-Are you sure that I'm r-really needed? ..I mean last time, I just caused trouble for.. y-you and Hakumi." the crown of blue tilted down, source of sighting observing the clenched hands on his lap, "Wherever I go.. somebody always gets hurt.. I-I would understanding if you're fine doing this on your own.." as usual, the youth was emitting a display of uncertainty, vieling his abashed expression with the locks of hair that so oddly he comprehended as sensitive. Colorless lips pursed together, fluctating like the serene waves of a silent ocean as he seemed almost afraid for answer, one that would be purely blunt with the exposure of negativity. And in confrontation, that was truly what the fearful youth did not urge to hear - but, it wasn't like he could influence the replies of another.
A blink. The train stopped? that was the only additionally piece that elbowed his attention into an entirely diverse place, fluttering lashes of raven observing the people who casually liberated off of the train. Should he go? Should he stay? He steered toward the one who was labeled as "team-mate", almost questioning her through silence as if she could comprehend what he was mentally spanning to grasp onto, each passing second on the ticking clock of time assembling the agitation that strained to his very being. If another at accompanied, his figure would pursue behind them in merely visualization of the way they handled things. But, this time, it was just him. Desolated with the woman known as maid, a responsibility he couldn't afford to advance onto her without being overwhelmed by a horrible and consuming guilt.
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