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Jul. 5th, 2005 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
path_unpreparedThere is a corridor lined with doors, all made of good solid wood and spaced a uniform width apart.
It is the sort of corridor that might give one vertigo if one tried to follow its length all the way down -- the spatial disorientation created by the rows of doors borders on unpleasant for both the eye and the brain. There is plainly a corner to turn at the far end, but it is difficult to judge precisely how far in the distance that corner is.
It is the sort of corridor that might give one vertigo if one tried to follow its length all the way down -- the spatial disorientation created by the rows of doors borders on unpleasant for both the eye and the brain. There is plainly a corner to turn at the far end, but it is difficult to judge precisely how far in the distance that corner is.
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Date: 2005-07-05 04:09 am (UTC)and all shall be well and
(CRASH)
all manner of thing shall be well
-- the elevator hits the bottom.
when the tongues of flame are in-folded
Darkness, without a flicker of light.
into the crowned knot of fire
Silence, save for the sound of laboured, ragged breathing.
and the fire and the rose are one
And then there is light. Partial light, as a silhouette falls upon an overturned chair...and Kaylee, huddled in the corner.
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Date: 2005-07-05 04:16 am (UTC)-- there's light in his eyes, dancing --
"Who...who are you?" And she squints -- she can almost see --
"...Mikage?"
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Date: 2005-07-05 04:26 am (UTC)kono kurobara ni kakete chikau
But by this point, xiăo mèimèi, there is nothing you can do about it.
kono kettou ni kachi
'I suppose you have no choice but to revolutionise the world.' So softly. So gently. A voice like the whisper of a match being struck, over and over again. 'The path before you has been prepared.'
bara no hanayome ni shi wo
And he smiles.
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Date: 2005-07-05 04:36 am (UTC)(You think you're all alone. Maybe I come down the chimney, Kaylee. Bring presents to the good girls and boys. Maybe not, though. Maybe I've always been here.)
Kaylee picks herself up, and, wondering, takes a step forward.
(The Captain's locked in his quarters. They all are. There's nobody can help you. Say it.)
She breathes; roses on the air, sweet and strong. His hand is there, waiting.
(I'm gonna give you a present. Get rid of a problem you've got. And I won't touch you in any wrong fashion, nor hurt you at all.)
She slips her hand into his.
(You throw a monkey wrench into my dealings in any way, your body is forfeit. Ain't nothing but a body to me.)
Mikage's hand is cold.
(You ever been raped?)
So cold.