One Word: ...How?

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Signed:
... Hickory-Dickory-Dock... :')

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"Words can be weaved and sewn into a picture...they can be crafted and knitted like a sweater... they can be worn and washed and rewashed... -Can't you see?? My picture is just the holy grail of paper cuts. I wish it was prettier. I wish I could turn it into something that doesn't cut the eyes it depends on."
~Alue. Rushing Stream Pack.
-Hello, and yes, I'm back...again. Not sure how well this particular one shall be, sense I'm a little rusty...so for all of those entertaining, yet creepy stalkers who dwell here- be prepared. Not planning on anything worthy, haha. As usual, this thread was created for the purposes of entering a contest...this, this one right here- so pms are welcome, and clean pages are appreciated! Keeping it neat.
~Thanks!

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"...You'd think you'd know a pretty face when you see one. You'd think it would be as simple as, 'Oh? Don't believe in love at first sight? Then let me just walk by again'... You'd think that you have all these instincts and feelings that everyone talks so openly about...and you'd think that they have all these instincts and feelings that you share, too... -Because you can't be that different. -Because surely, on some level, love won't ever discriminate between sinners and saints...
...Because love doesn't know the difference.
-And if there's a reason that even love is oblivious...that even love can rebel against miniscule, petty rules...than rules must be petty, and differences must be indistinguishable...
...Because there has to be such a thing as love- or else people wouldn't talk and flaunt it so freely...

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What a pity.
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-Hasn't anyone ever told you that pretty faces don't exist? You can walk by me a million times if you wish, I will never believe...because you are different from me, and I don't have these silly 'instincts' and 'feelings' that you so desperately want to share... You are alone...because love does know the difference. -Love does follow these 'petty' rules...because I am the law, and this world that is mine is a court that I will mercilessly flaunt...because people only flaunt what they have.
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...The only similarity here, darling, is that we are not people. Instead, you flaunt only what you think you'd surely have...and I flaunt only what I know will crush you.
-Because this is how my rules really work- and if they wish to twist around your heart like a misleading king snake and his appetizing brethren...than that is how this world shall be.
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...You'd think that you could feel like you belong. You think that you don't have a mirror, and that the clone in your reflection isn't really you. You'd think that maybe I'd be gracious in seeing something other than the pretty picture moving in sync within that shattered glass... You'd think that perhaps, I might see the beauty beneath the layers upon layers of differences between us... That maybe I'd bypass my own entertainment to not ruin all of your pretty morals and all of your pretty faces...
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...How?
...How am I supposed to change?
...How am I supposed to ignore my cravings of destruction- when you're just like love?
...How can you follow all these petty rules and discriminate right between wrong- when you speak like you want something else?
How can you ask me to see beneath the costume you wear, when your own eyes are too stubborn to realize that I'm no wolf in sheep's clothing - that I'm no coyote - I'm just a lamb -
How can you propose a treaty of no differences, while you're signing off a completely different doctrine -
How can you plead with me?
How can you beg and wish on all these lucky stars that heaven somehow thinks you deserve?
How can you expect me to not follow the very cliche you've given me? That your filthy, pretty face has awarded me?

...What a pity.

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I thought I'd know a pretty face once I've seen one."
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~M | F F~

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"-You just won't let it go, will ya?"
"-No, no I won't."

~Of course I won't~

...Miff let out a long, exasperated sigh- the breath of air fluttering dryly past her parted lips. It was such a cool and intriguing feeling - inhaling the breeze that splashed so freely across her face, and then just forcing it out through her mouth... Her lungs didn't exactly want to comply, her usually cold, stiff chest now rising ever so slightly - holding its commanded pose - and then falling...sinking back and limply deflating...

~Like a balloon?

-Like a balloon blown up full of angst and irritation. The single, life-like action of exhaling 'painstakingly slow' was almost like rerouting all of her clamped up emotions...channeling her vexation and chagrin through that one, single, breath...

~'Your' emotions?
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~Or the emotions you've fed off of over the millennia?
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~Uh huh, I thought so~

"-But names are so...so...civilian? Sure, 'Miff' sounds great, but we're already Arcane and I like that we all have the same title... It makes dwelling so much easier - just saying 'oh, oh you there' or 'the one behind you' or simply 'you'... Why put in this extra effort? It's silly. No ones got the conscious to distinguish-"
"-You'd only kiss me, right?"
...There was a brief pause, a brief hesitation... -And then a giggle. A luscious, delicious sound of sultry- it's pitchy, piper's tune completely ravishing... Bubbling with laughter and joyful exuberance- and then, that titter was being smothered by an even more delightful sound:
...The sound of glossy, wine lips brushing devilishly over Miff's temple.
"-Why, of course-"
"-Then you can distinguish me from the rest. I must be another breed, my little demon,"
-She was musing slyly, quirking up a small brow of raw interest as a finess hand found itself in her hair- the touch of those long, hard nails enough to send icy, electric shivers down her very roots...
This was all Miff needed: an elegant finger wraveling itself in her bangs and bands of appetizing power dancing all around them... The kiss of the forbidden sun smoldering down on their backs and earth's wind desperately trying to shoo them off with its refreshing wails... This, this was a pitchfork of heaven...
After a tender, caressing massage, those nails finally drew away...leaving an aching tingle in her scalp as those watery, scarlet lips dipped down to her ear. The chilly, frigid breath that followed was enough to nearly kill her-

~Kill?
~Demon child, darling, how can you be 'killed'?
~You're not even alive~
~Forcing air through your lungs means nothing~
~Giving yourself a name means nothing~

~Not even the most wicked of hands can grant your silly hide 'life'~
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~Fine~
~Banished, then?
~Withered to ash?
~Destroyed?
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...That'll do~

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~I'm not a 'demon child', either, ya know~
~Lingering for a millennium--

Shut up, Miff.

"...I think there'll be an even bigger crowd down by the park... Perhaps we'll dissapear to check out those darling folks...hmm?"
-Each tantalizing word was a susurrate of hushed murmurs- directly into her ear...the small of her back now shivering as something tickled her nose... That long, hard nail was back- delicately brushing the strays of hair out of Miff's face. Forcing another, human breath past her quivering lips...she did her best to finally open those eyes.

~Didn't bring along those sunglasses~

-Blinding, chaotic white light immediately washed over the scene.