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[and suddenly I have the urge to make a demyx blog—]
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AHHH COME BACK~~~ Ehhhh! Nice to see people picking up muses that aren't always seen in the roleplay community! From what I've seen so far, you're such an excellent writer! Please feel free to bother us~ Feel free to annoy the hell out of Seifer~~~
Nightmare. Or, if you want to write comedy; Holiday.
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-- Nightmare;;
This is the one that Reno fought-- she never dealt with him-- but it makes sense, go after a foe in the war.
You can lose forty percent of your blood before you lose consciousness and she knows her body, and she knows her scars and how he draws the blade down her belly, slowly flaying her like his former visage. So he plays her, watching the flowers wilt and redden as he digs in, the pain becoming worse, and worse as he probes the dull blade forward.
So she screams, but there is no sound, she's bound in fear by this silver man, and she'd rather be laid out by him than watching her children-- her almost children suffer at his hand. So she was drug off by her hair, and laid out to die. She screams again, warmth flowing over her, knowing that it's her own blood she's beginning to swim in.
So she gurgles and cries, knowing her lungs are filling with her own blood and she's slowly drowning as he's pulling her insides out for inspection. Eyes close, but open as he pulls the trigger-- and she's drowning in her bedding, she's searching for something to hold onto, but it's a nightmare and she's alive.
But now she's looking for comfort, because the war is over, but she still dreams of those silver nightmares.