02-03-2019, 11:18 PM
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/mēt/
Verb
1. Slowly and willingly, it faces towards the petite figure. Gray eyes on silvery eyes. Yet, there is seeing, and there is unseeing.
2. "Al...oha..aloha..aloha..." it repeats, tone slow and low, whispers given to itself. One, two, three, the words leaked thin, yet noticeable, between sharpen teeth so they can reach for an attempt to recall.
4. Salut. Hola. Xin chào. Salve. Namaste. Ciao...
5. Hello, hello, hello...
6. "Aloha," it finally greets back to the young blood, its voice matches similar to her own, as all soft and small, even when the sapphire crafted song can drown them whole. ( Let it be. Their existences are louder. )
7. Its ears twitches, head slightly lowers, gentle gaze shifts away from the figure and lands on the waves. Who. Who. Who is it, she asked? "Axcio." The answer hangs in the air that soon quivers between it and the other.
8. The Beginning.
91. The In Between.
9. The Ending.
10. "Who are you?" A question, or a repetition it pulls? Its words weaves between harp strings—melody unknown. Muscles rigid, shoulders heavy, it sits once again and heaves a sigh. Shaky, as its mind is. Unsteady. The world begins to oscillate beneath its paws.
11. "Your home..." it says, attention shifts from the ocean to the lost land. "I want to—" Its head burns, it winces and ends its sentence with a hiss. "—h-help." It shuts its eyes. Inhale. Exhale. Lay down. Quiet down.
12. Rubbing its temple once its stomach presses against the grains, it then adds, "Re-rebuild it when it's time."
13. Exhale. Inhale. Inhale. Exhale.
/mēt/
Verb
1. Slowly and willingly, it faces towards the petite figure. Gray eyes on silvery eyes. Yet, there is seeing, and there is unseeing.
2. "Al...oha..aloha..aloha..." it repeats, tone slow and low, whispers given to itself. One, two, three, the words leaked thin, yet noticeable, between sharpen teeth so they can reach for an attempt to recall.
4. Salut. Hola. Xin chào. Salve. Namaste. Ciao...
5. Hello, hello, hello...
6. "Aloha," it finally greets back to the young blood, its voice matches similar to her own, as all soft and small, even when the sapphire crafted song can drown them whole. ( Let it be. Their existences are louder. )
7. Its ears twitches, head slightly lowers, gentle gaze shifts away from the figure and lands on the waves. Who. Who. Who is it, she asked? "Axcio." The answer hangs in the air that soon quivers between it and the other.
8. The Beginning.
91. The In Between.
9. The Ending.
10. "Who are you?" A question, or a repetition it pulls? Its words weaves between harp strings—melody unknown. Muscles rigid, shoulders heavy, it sits once again and heaves a sigh. Shaky, as its mind is. Unsteady. The world begins to oscillate beneath its paws.
11. "Your home..." it says, attention shifts from the ocean to the lost land. "I want to—" Its head burns, it winces and ends its sentence with a hiss. "—h-help." It shuts its eyes. Inhale. Exhale. Lay down. Quiet down.
12. Rubbing its temple once its stomach presses against the grains, it then adds, "Re-rebuild it when it's time."
13. Exhale. Inhale. Inhale. Exhale.
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