Briar Black
Poe
Fearful Symmetry
My audience is God, because who the hell else could understand me?
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Post by Briar Black on Sept 22, 2011 18:07:12 GMT -5
Sleeping.
That was all she really ever had the will to do anymore. And even then, it wasn't even a peaceful sleep. Besides, how can you really call it sleep when you're dead? It was more like closing your eyes and just pretending your mind was completely wiped out; your conscious, nonexistent. Briar didn't understand why she was still here roaming the earth. Maybe this was purgatory. Maybe this was hell.
All she knew was that for some reason the blackened apple was put back on the tree, and it was there to stay. Time slipped by every day, like the sand through her hands. Every day the sun came up, every night the moon took its place. And she was still here. She figured she always would be.
This afternoon her twin sister passed by her burial site and left a note, as well as some type of flower. Being from the desert, Briar wasn't really familiar with botany; she couldn't pinpoint what type of flower it was. She wondered for hours after that if she should expose herself to her sister after avoiding her for so long, but the thought only frightened her. After her death, she completely withdrew herself from every creature on earth. She hadn't even spoken to anybody since her death. What was the point? She didn't need them anymore. And even when she did need them, they never came through. Nobody. Not even her sister.
Slowly, Briar looked up at the blazing sun in the sky, morbidly hoping on the inside that those flaming rays could somehow burn right through her, and melt her curious supernatural make-up, until she was nothing but a quickly evaporating puddle in the sand. Maybe if she was lucky, she would be licked up by the occasionally wandering monster.
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Lilith Black
Gerudo
Divine Symmetry
love, longing - you can't carry it with you if you want to survive
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Post by Lilith Black on Sept 24, 2011 21:54:58 GMT -5
The sun beat down on the Gerudo's black locks, the heat building up and causing sweat to drip down her pale face. As much as she tried to leave this place behind, she never could; it was rooted too deeply within her, although she hated to admit it. The desert had squeezed her heart to its bursting point, then gave her barely enough time to heal; once she thought she was going to be better, to get past it all, the sand dragged her back down. Lilith knew she'd never be able to get out, but she had to keep trying anyway.
If she didn't keep trying, what else was there for her to live for?
She heaved a sigh as she approached her sister's natural grave once again, allowing her mind to wander, falling to her knees in front of the little mound of sand.
Five years, before this week. Lilith hadn't been to her sister's grave in five years before she left her note.
What kind of a sister was she? It disgusted her, how much she had failed Briar. She couldn't protect her, couldn't save her, then couldn't even be bothered to visit her goddamn grave over the span of five years.
Lilith didn't deserve Briar. She never did, and now she never would.
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