Jul. 21st, 2015

The Ball

Jul. 21st, 2015 08:40 pm
eloie: (rima)
or, as it is known by the alternative title: HAH I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT

Having happy and beautiful memories won't always bring you salvation. The more beautiful a memory is, the more painful it can become. It can even become terrifying -- both for the one who's leaving, and for the one left behind...
-Isla, Plastic Memories

The laboratory was a mess of mechanical parts, clock work gears and every inch of the lab was coated in dust. Closing her eyes, Eloie flicked her wrist to the left. She imagined a gust of wind, but halfway through it turned into a hurricane that blew through half of her father's laboratory.

"Sorry!" Eloie peeped through her fingers and whispered, "Wind, die..." She tried not to breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing her, the dust would just explode, and a 6am punishment would not be a great way to start her birthday. "Daddy? Where are you?"

All that's left is to name it. Name it whatever you like, darling -- I've set it to respond only to you, me and your mother. )

Dance with the Demon

Pop'n sense'n may I have this song
Before the world's end, shall we sing the un deux?
My heart, it's yours. Can you hear the beat?
No, no. Not yet. I won't forget how.
Oh my, look and see, what a lovely view!
There, there, the world's a monochrome highway.
Growl and creep, not a single piece will move.

Anyhow, it's dead. Nothing's going to change...