by will o' the wisp » Sat Feb 02, 2013 9:33 am
Selene sat in her room, her violin in hand. She looked at the music and sighed. She stroked the shiny wood.
Is it because of what I am? That I'm always alone.
"Tʜᴇ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ Rᴀɢᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ TALKATIVE..ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀ DREAM sᴏ HORRIFYING ᴇʟɪᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴀʀ WORSE ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ Vᴀsᴛ Hᴏɴᴋ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ..ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ SOUND ʜᴀs ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs sᴛɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘs.''