by MagicGirl_Helia » Mon Nov 10, 2014 6:49 pm
Blaire
I noticed the demon seemed to grow tense when he the topic of homes was brought up, but I didn't say anything about it. People had a right to their own secrets and stories. But judging by his actions the memory must have been terrible.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”