"Won't you come back for me?"
"I assure you, none of my words have fallen upon deaf ears."
"If for naught?"
"Well..., you'll have to come and save me, just like old times."
:>
// This was too funny not to make
(the really funny thing about this is that Petails uses "pale lilac" or "pale lavender" as its main color, meanwhile a darker periwinkle is only used as the outline and such)
#helplilacails
Yahoo!!
I drew some familiars, and friends!
Uhm..I have a hazy memory of that hedgehog guy.
#saveblails#rescueblailsthe2nd#helplilacails
I don't exactly remember if pinkails and greenails had a tag...or Yamy! If you three do have a tag then let me know!
| I lie so very still in the waking waters.
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| Not daring to make a choice.
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| For I fear I might sink.
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| Without choices to make, I am left with the quiet.
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| Is this serenity, or ignorance?
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| :>
| Your heart still aches, doesn't it?
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| That feeling never left, but you did.
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| However, I still wonder...
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| Do we still see the same horizon?
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| :>
| "I don't know what you expect from me."
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| ". . ."
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| "Fine."
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| "Keep viewing the world through the same lens."
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| "You still don't know that 'perfect' differs."
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| ". . ."
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| "You're still so god-awful."
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| - P
| Why do we fear the shadows?
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| Shadows are proof.
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| Proof that the light is reaching you.
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| What is one without the other?
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| :>
| "Don't lie to me."
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| "You never gave me an ounce of freedom."
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| "You're yearning to understand something that will
| never be yours"
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| "You know exactly what shapes have formed."
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| "So don't lie to yourself."
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| - P
| Did you see the clouds today?
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| ...
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| Hmm...
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| The shapes depend on the eyes, so I can only
| wonder what shapes you've formed.
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| :>
| . . .
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| I dreamt of the waves.
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| They were like a form of pure serenity.
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| The uncountable colors bouncing off the surface.
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| So calm, drifting by the wind.
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| So violent, crashing into cliffsides.
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| :>
| "What were they to you?"
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| "Playthings?"
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| "Just an experiment?"
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| "Fuel for your hatred?"
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| "Flowers forced to remain rooted, so that they
| could never leave?"
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| " . . . "
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| "You're disgusting."
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| - P