urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arachno_phobia La poupée nomée Alice Alice (Doll) 2008-04-04T03:25:44Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arachno_phobia:1235 2008-04-04T03:25:44Z 2008-04-04T03:25:44Z <i><font face="monotype" corsiva=""><font color="blue"><font size="2">These precious things<br />Falling away, away<br />Drift away, flutter away,<br />Like blossoms of a tree...</font><br /><br />And I...<br /><br />I...<br /><br /><font size="1">Moi...</font><br /><br />Through the leaves<br />I wish to see<br />But I know not<br />what I seek<br /><br />And I...<br />Am unsure...<br /><font size="1">of how to cope.</font><br /><br /><font size="1"><strike>This one does not like this feeling at all.</strike></font><br /><font size="3">I do not like it at all.</font><br /><br />Although, in lieu of your question, mister Sight.<br /><br /><font size="1">I am fine...</font><br /><br />I just...<br />seemed to have lost myself for a while there.<br /><font size="1"><br style="text-decoration: line-through;" /><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Whoever I might be anyways...<br /><br /></span></font></font></font></i><font size="2" face="monotype" corsiva=""><font color="blue">(If anyone would have liked to spot a confused looking pale blonde boy, feel free. ^-^)</font></font><i><font face="monotype" corsiva=""><font color="blue"><font size="1"></font></font></font></i> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arachno_phobia:989 2008-03-11T02:49:09Z 2008-03-11T02:49:09Z His bare feet thudded against the ground as he ran and ran. The sounds of his joints creaking rang in his ears. He twisted and turned, around corners and bends and hallways that seemed to last forever. The mansion exploded before him, so many floors, so many stairways, so many doors, so much...<br /><br />And it was warm, unbearably warm. He paused for a moment, to let out a strangled cry, and then kept running. So many things he stumbled into. A dark, cold, dank, crummy alleyway that felt so familiar...and then a room crowded full of people dressed so decadently, enjoying fine food and wine...to secluded passages of dead trees...and the spiders in his chest, oh they haunted him so...<br /><br />But he was always running, never stopping, never ever stopping. For a moment he had tripped into a puddle, that suddenly wasn't a puddle anymore, and he was falling, drifting, drowning, in dark, cold, unforgiving water...<br /><br />and then standing, monochrome tile underneath his feet. The water slick and dripping off his pale, fragile porcelain skin, blonde hair clinging to his cheeks and frills of lace stuck to his limbs.<br /><br />Bicoloured eyes caught sight of Her, and to Her he ran. She opened her arms, to embrace her -- yet soft bosom and velvet cloth he did not meet. No, he ran right through her, and behind him, he heard the sound of her shattering into a million pieces.<br /><br /><i>But now the cobweb castle, which should have been reduced to ashes,<br />Has once more appeared the same as it was from long ago. And so I must once more go to her side.</i>