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Whisper Into a Cry
Topic Started: Apr 22 2010, 09:27 AM (122 Views)
kusai_mikoto
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Dances with Shadows of Memory
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The streets were only lit by the glow of streetlights and the occasional snowplow that moved down them in the middle of a frozen winter night. It was 11 pm and no one in their right mind was out at this time, especially with the temperature at 30 below zero. Blizzards had been rocking the whole tri-state area for the past week and more then 5 feet of snow blanketed the ground in most places. It was incredibly silent in the white drowned landscape, nothing making a sound except for those occasional snowplows, fruitlessly trying to keep the roads clear of snow.

Though if you listened closely you could here a faint sound floating through the air, it danced and flitted across the wind's, barely audible except for those that were really listening. Of course no one really was as they were all bundled up inside their homes, safe and warm with their families.

However even in the frigid, snow blanketed landscape a single figure stood on the steps of a church, bundled up in layers of clothes, only a pair of deep blue eyes and a strand or two of pale platinum-blond hair visible. A smile pulls at pale lips, covered by a old ragged looking scarf wrapped around the figures lower face to keep them from breathing in the frigid air.

The figures feet were covered in worn boots that were brown leather with a fur lining that went up too mid-calf on the figures legs. The figures form was hidden away under a knee length navy blue coat with a worn crimson lining that looked three-sizes too big on the figures form. Hands were covered in an old pair of knitted pink mittens that looked like they were about to fall apart at any moment. A matching pink knitted cap covered the figures head and black earmuffs were visible underneath, covering the figures ears. As the figure stood on those steps, watching the snow fall a smile plays at those pale lips as a gentle breathe escapes past those lips .

" Whisper unto me,
Until a day comes,
That your voice shall call out,
and whisper unto me the truth that's to someday be.

Lie to me until the truth comes true,
tell me you love me,
even if you truly don't,
the words sooth a tired soul,
even if just for a moment.

Those twisted words that break my heart,
do not whisper them unto me,
I'd rather hear gentle lies,
then hear violent truths.

Please sooth my soul,
if only for a second in eternity,
please give me hope when I have none,
I beg of you please lie to me.

The worlds become a cruel place,
where lies are more prevalent then truth,
and perhaps that's how I wish it too be,
for often lies are more pleasent then truth.

Tell me you love me,
if only for a moment,
Tell me you love me,
if only for an hour,
Tell me you love me,
if only for a day,

Perhaps if you tell me it enough,
Perhaps if you whisper unto me words of devotion and love,
Perhaps if you lie enough it'll become truth.
Perhaps if you whisper you love me....

Tell me you love me,
In whispers, in prayers, in screams.
Tell me you love me
Everday minute, of every day, of every year

And now perhaps those whispers of love,
that beget life as lies,
Will transform into screams of love,
that have become truth," sings out the figure, a smile playing at those lips as they look out over that whitewashed landscape, waiting on those steps for someone that may never come. Waiting for something that may never be, but wishing so desperately for something that had once been a lie to perhaps become truth one day.

A sigh escapes those lips, reaching up to a pendant hanging around their neck, opening it as they look at the picture inside. It was of two young men, one being the singer and the other was the person he was waiting on those church steps for. On the side of the pendant not holding the picture, two names were written. One belonged too the singer and it was Angelis Numen and the other name belonged too the one he was waiting for.

( Pretty much want someone to play the person Angelis is waiting for. Their pasts can develop more throughout the roleplay and such. They jokingly made a promise to meet on the steps of the church when they were younger and Angelis has been pretty much waiting there on and off since the blizzard.)
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