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15 oktober 2016



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 Lonely Season

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Quote: I feel like a secret I've never told

BerichtOnderwerp: Re: Lonely Season   wo aug 23, 2017 5:03 pm



CONTROL.
WHAT IF ROSES HAVE STORIES THEY CANNOT TELL? WHAT IF GOD'S VOICE IS IN THE QUIETIST THINGS I'VE SAID? I'M THIN BLOODED. PATIENCE ALWAYS TIPPING, TIPPING, TO AND FRO. DANCING MAGNESIUM IN THE LIGHT OF THE FLAME. STANDING HOT HEARTED, BUT ALWAYS BOILING TO THE HEAT OF IT'S OWN DRUM. IT IS THE SUM OF MY LIVING.
AND I'VE JUST BEEN TRYING TO FIND MY WAY.


Their music was playing, maybe a bit too loud, through their headphones. They were just chilling in the garden, one of the only places that was safe to hang out since the arrival of the Hollows. In no way they felt like breaking the house arrest and go to the village. If there was something they held dear, it was their sight. They had seen numerous cases of people going blind from cataract and what not, to cherish what they had while they still had it. Blindness, they could heal. If the eye was still there. Growing an entire new eye was nearly impossible, since they would have to improvise a bit on how it had to be structured. They had never tried it though, so they wouldn’t know how to. All this hard thinking had made them thirsty, so they got up and walked back to the abode.

While walking to the kitchen, they walked through the living room. Their peculiarity picked up a disturbance in the atoms in the room. A bit surprised they stopped walking. They had felt this before, but never found the source of the particles that were spreading. But now they could find it easily, since the distortion radiated off of a girl, sitting in a chair next to the open fire. She was wrapped up in warm clothing, something they frowned at lightly. It was a bit chilly, yes, but nothing a regular sweater couldn’t fix. Then they realised the cold was coming from.. Inside the girl? Their curiosity made them walk up to the heap of clothing. They pulled down their headphones before drawing the girls' attention. ”Hi”, They smiled, friendly and warm. ”Are you cold?” They then asked, a question that was obviously answered by the way the girl was clothed, but otherwise they had no idea how to get this conversation going.


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BerichtOnderwerp: Re: Lonely Season   do aug 24, 2017 7:27 pm



CONTROL.
WHAT IF ROSES HAVE STORIES THEY CANNOT TELL? WHAT IF GOD'S VOICE IS IN THE QUIETIST THINGS I'VE SAID? I'M THIN BLOODED. PATIENCE ALWAYS TIPPING, TIPPING, TO AND FRO. DANCING MAGNESIUM IN THE LIGHT OF THE FLAME. STANDING HOT HEARTED, BUT ALWAYS BOILING TO THE HEAT OF IT'S OWN DRUM. IT IS THE SUM OF MY LIVING.
AND I'VE JUST BEEN TRYING TO FIND MY WAY.


Their conquest for a drink was put on hold. Partly out of curiosity, but also because they sensed something was wrong with a fellow human being, they had stopped right in their tracks to check it out. Maybe they could be of some use. But first they had to find out what was wrong with the girl, who seemed a lot younger than they were. But, keeping the loop system in mind, maybe they were much older than them. They wouldn’t know. They had heard lots of loop children talk about their ‘real’ age, but they had no idea when exactly they were born. But age was also just a number. It was experience that counted, in their opinion. And maybe they had just enough of that to help the younger girl out. So they approached her, not entirely sure what to make of her reactions. They seemed scared, but Adonai had no idea of what exactly. But they wouldn’t make a remark on it though. They patiently waited until the girl replied to her kind-of question.

”I am,” She finally said. ”But don’t worry. That’s normal for me,” She then added, after which she looked down. ”My powers caused a problem, which ended with my body temperature being extremely low,” She explained, on which they nodded. They didn’t fully understand, cause they hadn’t been there at the moment it happened. They hadn’t seen the structure of the girls’ atoms before the change, so it would be hard for them to fix it.. ”W-what’s your name?” The girl then asked, pulling her out of their own thoughts. ”Oh, I’m sorry, how rude of me”, They chuckled. ”I’m Adonai, nice to meet you”, They then said. They pointed at the chair on the opposite side of the girl. ”You mind if I sit down here?” They asked. Talking about a solution, even though it would only be temporarily, would be much easier if they both were at eye-level.


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Stillness. I feel like a secret I've never told. Tucked tightly between the sheets of my conscience. Words cannot be held. Hands constantly reaching out for empty. Hearts racing towards a bearing paradise. Love longing, but never lasted. Why can't you let go? Ghostly habits.
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BerichtOnderwerp: Re: Lonely Season   di aug 29, 2017 10:44 pm



CONTROL.
WHAT IF ROSES HAVE STORIES THEY CANNOT TELL? WHAT IF GOD'S VOICE IS IN THE QUIETIST THINGS I'VE SAID? I'M THIN BLOODED. PATIENCE ALWAYS TIPPING, TIPPING, TO AND FRO. DANCING MAGNESIUM IN THE LIGHT OF THE FLAME. STANDING HOT HEARTED, BUT ALWAYS BOILING TO THE HEAT OF IT'S OWN DRUM. IT IS THE SUM OF MY LIVING.
AND I'VE JUST BEEN TRYING TO FIND MY WAY.


The explanation the girl gave for her coldness was quite surprising for them. They had never heard of such a thing, a peculiarity that could turn against a person. There had to be a reason, but this problem seemed so complicated that they would probably not even be able to come up with a solution. They didn’t want to mess around with her body and DNA without really knowing what they were doing or what kind of effect it would have on a longer term. It was always a dangerous thing, changing stuff with the very core of someone’s being. It was a risk they had to take from time to time, to help people. But not in a way they would rush into it. So they asked the girl if she could sit down, hoping she would allow them to explain how they could help.

”Yeah.. sure. G-go ahead,” The girl agreed. ”My name is Penelope,” She then introduced herself, with a soft smile. ”H-have you been here long?” She asked. ”I think it’s been two years or a bit more”, They replied. They didn’t really keep count. Maybe miss Bluebonnet could answer more specifically, but it didn’t really matter, for now. ”I was wondering, would you maybe be interested in fixing your temperature?” They then asked, kind of bluntly, but they wanted to get to the point quickly before Penelope was tired of their company and would walk away.


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Stillness. I feel like a secret I've never told. Tucked tightly between the sheets of my conscience. Words cannot be held. Hands constantly reaching out for empty. Hearts racing towards a bearing paradise. Love longing, but never lasted. Why can't you let go? Ghostly habits.
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BerichtOnderwerp: Re: Lonely Season   di sep 05, 2017 1:35 am



CONTROL.
WHAT IF ROSES HAVE STORIES THEY CANNOT TELL? WHAT IF GOD'S VOICE IS IN THE QUIETIST THINGS I'VE SAID? I'M THIN BLOODED. PATIENCE ALWAYS TIPPING, TIPPING, TO AND FRO. DANCING MAGNESIUM IN THE LIGHT OF THE FLAME. STANDING HOT HEARTED, BUT ALWAYS BOILING TO THE HEAT OF IT'S OWN DRUM. IT IS THE SUM OF MY LIVING.
AND I'VE JUST BEEN TRYING TO FIND MY WAY.


Normally they would enjoy the small talk they were having right now for sure. But right now it seemed like there were more important things. Like fixing the girl’s cold. All other things didn’t really matter to them, to be honest. But they didn’t want to be rude. If Penelope wanted to have a conversation, then they would gladly participate. Although they subtly changed the subject to the issue Penelope was having again. It seemed like it took her off-guard. ”Huh..?” The younger girl exclaimed. Softly, as if she didn’t want to make noise at all. ”Uh.. W-well yes, but I wouldn’t know how. I tried everything I could think of,” She then said, carefully choosing her words.

Adonai smiled reassuring. ”Have you tried having another peculiar look into it though? I think I might be able to temporarily change the damaged atoms, but I’m not sure if I can fix it forever. For now, it would warm you up though”, They explained, hoping it would be clear to Penelope somehow. Because there was not really a way to say it in other words, so they needed her to understand. They wouldn’t just alter her atoms without her permission.


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Stillness. I feel like a secret I've never told. Tucked tightly between the sheets of my conscience. Words cannot be held. Hands constantly reaching out for empty. Hearts racing towards a bearing paradise. Love longing, but never lasted. Why can't you let go? Ghostly habits.
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