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tampered2006-05-01 07:21 pm
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When; Monday afternoon
Rating; G, ongoing.
Characters; Heine [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
streugott] and Lily [remaneo]
Summary; The two meet before the Carousel.
Log;
Closer, closer and closer still.
The closer you one got to the Carousel, the louder the strange melody it played became. It was something akin to a carnival, something that you would associate with bright lights, smiling faces and cotton candy. But this? This one was different. The area was almost barren save for the people who reminded her of stray dogs that were desperately searching out their owners; they were on the trail, they were always on the trail, but it always seemed to fall short.
It was cruel.
But there was Lily seated upon the back of one of the porcelain horses, humming along with the merry tune that ripped free of the carousel's heart. It was on the last note of the song, however, that she fluttered her lids open and met a familiar face and did little more than stare. How long had it been since then?
Since she was killed.
As the music started up a second time; it was an endless melody, something like the song that never ended but much more haunting, Lily lowered herself off of the platform and stood her ground. To run to him now, she didn't know what she would do if he disappeared or if he stayed. To run to him now, she didn't know what she would do if the dog actually decided to bite.
A smile, though tentative, was all the man was given.
Rating; G, ongoing.
Characters; Heine [
streugott] and Lily [remaneo]Summary; The two meet before the Carousel.
Log;
Closer, closer and closer still.
The closer you one got to the Carousel, the louder the strange melody it played became. It was something akin to a carnival, something that you would associate with bright lights, smiling faces and cotton candy. But this? This one was different. The area was almost barren save for the people who reminded her of stray dogs that were desperately searching out their owners; they were on the trail, they were always on the trail, but it always seemed to fall short.
It was cruel.
But there was Lily seated upon the back of one of the porcelain horses, humming along with the merry tune that ripped free of the carousel's heart. It was on the last note of the song, however, that she fluttered her lids open and met a familiar face and did little more than stare. How long had it been since then?
Since she was killed.
As the music started up a second time; it was an endless melody, something like the song that never ended but much more haunting, Lily lowered herself off of the platform and stood her ground. To run to him now, she didn't know what she would do if he disappeared or if he stayed. To run to him now, she didn't know what she would do if the dog actually decided to bite.
A smile, though tentative, was all the man was given.