Entry 240; Day 582

[misterblackbird]

[Voice Post Begins]
((Click))
((Soft shuffling sounds, the sounds of coat pockets and wind, of dead leaves and water.))

I know...

((A long pause.))

I know you're right, but...I don't know why. Ever since I touched you for the first time, I can't stop wanting... To watch you smile, to touch your hair, to be as close to you as I possibly can.

((Another pause, brief shuffling again.))

Am I not even allowed such simple pleasures as these? It's not so much to ask is it?

((A very long pause...))

Why do you deny me this, God?

One of a thousand wild roses in a field...
I would still find you...

((Shuffling, a sliding thump: he's on his knees reeling from the end of the vision.))
((A moment passes; he realises the Network device is recording. Angrily, he turns it off.))
((Click))
[//Voice Post Ends]

[ooc: Go go, accidental voice post. !=NO FILTERS=! Crai ;.; Yes, Meridiana memories. Imagine Cain fumbling around in the gardens outside the opera house, embracing nothing, pledging love to empty air, with the cellphone/PDA thing Riff gave him ages ago in his pocket. And that got turned on accidentally--maybe the curse did it.]

Comments

[teamaniac.livejournal.com]

Maybe it does.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

A year or two, perhaps a little more if I count my time in the City.

[teamaniac.livejournal.com]

Not long enough to forget, hm?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

It will never be long enough to forget.

She doesn't WANT to agree with that statement yet....

[teamaniac.livejournal.com]

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

So you have your answer. Are you content now?

[teamaniac.livejournal.com]

I think so.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Thank you.