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| rek (profile) wrote, on 1-23-2004 at 5:31pm | |
| again. and then repressed. constance is more than she is given credit for; she is all and nothing. not god incarnate-- perhaps time incarnate, in a way; yet not exactly. her existance negates god's. she is flawed, he is perfect... and yet she is the origin of all reason. what has been, what will be, what is; as one. and the highest reason is beginning to look at beatrice in scorn. 'this is not for the good.' she mutters, though quite loud enough to hear. beatrice answers, not understanding why she is being questioned. 'they... it is better to avoid and stay clean than to enter in it and become--' 'but this avoidance is not key! there is enough to give sway so one does not take the wrong route.' constance closes her eyes, calming. 'things are becoming unstable.' beatrice does not falter. 'then there shall be lenience... but nothing will be as much as it had been before.' she turns to leave. 'beatrice! once it is had, it cannot be alone again....' the voice of constance shows kindness, something that happens rarely. there is pity in her. the fey matter, for the whole matter. 'and it has been had. we don't know how long we can hold out. something is coming soon...' the other pauses, feeling for a moment a slight releif, like hearing of the filling of water before one leaves for travels once again. '...yes, you're right. we don't know what is beyond that. might as well...' might as well. you mean finally. it only took pleading... it only took the tearing of what holds her back. and keesha fades from memory of time; something necessary that is being forgotten. |
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| Anonymous | 01-23-04 9:34pm your such a good writer. ;-----;
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rek | Re:, 01-25-04 2:11pm youre such a monkey <3 |