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[Feb. 27th, 2008|13:43 ] |
The memories are strong today, pulling and tugging at him, like dark accusing voices--
Voices that no longer exist, except inside his own thoughts, and don't exist at all when he can suppress them.
The empty corridors of The Castle That Never Was - empty except for Nobodies, which makes it empty - don't help, their black and white and angles and hollow names.
Axel wouldn't have even noticed that he was Someplace Else, all of a sudden, except that he is, in fact, Someplace, and he hadn't intended to be there.
He freezes (figuratively speaking), and-- |
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|15:59 ] |
Alex is sitting at one of the tables. She's noticed the differences, but hasn't paid them much attention, finding herself rather occupied with the little girl who is currently attempting to make herself mobile on a blanket on the floor.
While she's reading a newspaper, Alex is keeping close watch over her daughter. Not that she's expecting her to go far if she does move. |
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