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spoke She is sitting in the dark with nothing to do but think.
Maeda had suggested meditation, and since nothing else works and there's time to kill, she is attempting it.
The music still makes no sense, not why it began nor why it stopped. Oh, it's possible it was just some fragment of Melissa Pierce, clinging to the Eve parasite. Probable, even. But something is still missing, some part of it that makes no sense to her.
Slowly she drifts, closer to sleep, she thinks, than a meditative state. Head slowly falling back, vague thoughts of getting up to go lie down.
The whisper of cloth opens her eyes, makes her attempt to pull herself out from under the weight of sleep. In that weightless, drifting state is where Aya sees her.
She is as she was before. An image of Aya's first sight of her, in the theater. Melissa is standing before her, and there is no doubt that even the mischief in Eve's eyes must have come from her. She reaches a hand down, brushing it through Aya's hair; then she steps back and sings.
The words are nothing Aya can understand, nothing she would ever try to put into language. They are thier own sound, and she has no care in life but to listen until the music ends.
When the song is over, Melissa steps back. she smiles gently, and bows as if to an audience. she vanishes even as the spell snaps, and Aya's struggles to her feet, swaying in the sudden return of gravity and presence.
Breathing heavily, she looks around for some indication of where Melissa went. She even looks through the doors of a couple of other rooms before she catches herself, realizing that she won't find her. The music has stopped; there is no Melissa any longer.
So she goes to the window to stare out at the New York skyline. It will be her last night here; for all she knows, forever. "At least... she said goodbye."
rough draft, first thing out of my head. went back and stuck in capitalizations.
went on lj, got off lj. came back on and went bouncing around and came across 'fear to tread'.
x.x
songbirds! ohohohohohoh! the cool and the pretty and and and... why do i never notice these things?! why do i always trip over something like this, and can't find things i like when i want them?! (stares at journal in drooly fangirl happiness)
and after i calmed down, and read a little bit, something in there got me thinking, i don't know why.
i'm trying too hard to make stories, to make everything connect and make sense. time to go back to my original goal, get everything typed up and write as it comes to me, and work on finishing things later.
wierd feeling, but happy.
Maeda had suggested meditation, and since nothing else works and there's time to kill, she is attempting it.
The music still makes no sense, not why it began nor why it stopped. Oh, it's possible it was just some fragment of Melissa Pierce, clinging to the Eve parasite. Probable, even. But something is still missing, some part of it that makes no sense to her.
Slowly she drifts, closer to sleep, she thinks, than a meditative state. Head slowly falling back, vague thoughts of getting up to go lie down.
The whisper of cloth opens her eyes, makes her attempt to pull herself out from under the weight of sleep. In that weightless, drifting state is where Aya sees her.
She is as she was before. An image of Aya's first sight of her, in the theater. Melissa is standing before her, and there is no doubt that even the mischief in Eve's eyes must have come from her. She reaches a hand down, brushing it through Aya's hair; then she steps back and sings.
The words are nothing Aya can understand, nothing she would ever try to put into language. They are thier own sound, and she has no care in life but to listen until the music ends.
When the song is over, Melissa steps back. she smiles gently, and bows as if to an audience. she vanishes even as the spell snaps, and Aya's struggles to her feet, swaying in the sudden return of gravity and presence.
Breathing heavily, she looks around for some indication of where Melissa went. She even looks through the doors of a couple of other rooms before she catches herself, realizing that she won't find her. The music has stopped; there is no Melissa any longer.
So she goes to the window to stare out at the New York skyline. It will be her last night here; for all she knows, forever. "At least... she said goodbye."
rough draft, first thing out of my head. went back and stuck in capitalizations.
went on lj, got off lj. came back on and went bouncing around and came across 'fear to tread'.
x.x
songbirds! ohohohohohoh! the cool and the pretty and and and... why do i never notice these things?! why do i always trip over something like this, and can't find things i like when i want them?! (stares at journal in drooly fangirl happiness)
and after i calmed down, and read a little bit, something in there got me thinking, i don't know why.
i'm trying too hard to make stories, to make everything connect and make sense. time to go back to my original goal, get everything typed up and write as it comes to me, and work on finishing things later.
wierd feeling, but happy.
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Date: 2003-02-07 07:41 am (UTC)and I am taping Yami no Matsuei for you right now this very minute behind me. ^_^ It will probably get mailed out on monday when I send out songbirds photcopies to people. ^_^
-Tenshi
anthy? really? *star eyes*
Date: 2003-02-07 08:05 am (UTC)and I am taping Yami no Matsuei for you right now this very minute behind me. ^_^
thank you thank you! :) yay! (spins in chair)