@RabbitDoctorNo1 (Another problem being that she's entirely fandomless, so she doesn't exactly have a good direction to be in a community--
Ahem yea. I think we have one or two discords we share. At least the BS one.)
@RabbitDoctorNo1 (Yeaaa it would be. Probably anyways. Twitter just very annoying in general. Damn character limits...
Its more me being lazy and needing to start following/talking to people again. I have other avenues to play her on discord though so, its easier to lean towards that-)
@RabbitDoctorNo1 (Nooo idea on this account. Last I remember was a certain green haired fae we all hate-
. Started not getting interacts so I ended up kinda poofing)
A tune hummed in the silent room.
She was no vocalist. Not a singer, nor having heard a song before.
Intuitive interpretation leads the way. Perhaps music merely comes naturally to the human mind, eventually.
The tragic, disheveled mess of a woman remains.
Impulse defines her for now. Nothing but the desire to do as she will.
This world was hers, after all. Fake, a ruse meant to blind her. So destroying everything only makes sense.
Tales are meant to be read.
Somewhere within the confines of our EGO, your story will be told.
She prays that she may be given the chance to read them someday. To learn and to grow from it.
Repression seeks the stifling of oneself.
The erasure of emotions. Of desire. Of hope.
Es shall crumble those ideas into dust. Tear apart the cage the butterfly is kept. The twisted, maddening thought underlying the infinity she remains here.
Her impulse will reign supreme.