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soaringblast.livejournal.com[This place? Yeah, this one right here. The one Anise was trapped in?
It sucks.
One month had nearly passed since that stupid gas messed up her state of mind, yet Anise still couldn't shake it off. She had kissed and confessed her love to not one, not two, but four people! Uugh, and one of them was Asch, of all things...she'd be sure to punch the next one she saw in the mouth once she felt less awkward. Luke, too. B| The Colonel, she'll just...run from. You can't punch Jade Motherfucking Curtiss. You can try, but it just. Yeah. No.
But that wasn't even the worst part. Those three she could feel remorse and awkwardly uncomfortable for doing things against her usual state of mind to. The last one...Noct, right? Well, strangely, whenever Anise thought of him, her heart began to pound. At first, Anise passed it off as remnants of that crazy powder gas...stuff, but a month later? A MONTH?! Why would she feel so breathless over someone she didn't even know?! And a practical mirror image of Sync to boot!
Sure, she felt bad Sync had to die, considering how his life seemed just so...so tormented and awful and filled with bitterness, but Anise still didn't want anyone else to die. There was too much of it along their journey and she couldn't take it anymore. Even so, she never actually felt anything more than pity for Sync, and now she was actually considering what she said and did with someone who looked just like him?
Hate. This. Place. So much. Yes.
Regardless, what with spring rolling along in full force, and the weather being as obnoxiously warm was it was today, Anise had decided to head toward where it looked almost like Grand Chokmah, back home. She removed her Fon Master Guardian's tabard, shoes, gloves, and stockings as she splashed her feet in the cool water off one of the docks. She had to clear her head a little, and out here, where not too many people passed by, it was good. And the water felt good, too.
Sighing, Anise kicked the water angrily when a repulsive thought crossed her mind: "It's because he looks like Ion, isn't it?" She kicked the water again, then just flopped back on the dock and sulked.
Yup, this place just sucked. Hard.]
It sucks.
One month had nearly passed since that stupid gas messed up her state of mind, yet Anise still couldn't shake it off. She had kissed and confessed her love to not one, not two, but four people! Uugh, and one of them was Asch, of all things...she'd be sure to punch the next one she saw in the mouth once she felt less awkward. Luke, too. B| The Colonel, she'll just...run from. You can't punch Jade Motherfucking Curtiss. You can try, but it just. Yeah. No.
But that wasn't even the worst part. Those three she could feel remorse and awkwardly uncomfortable for doing things against her usual state of mind to. The last one...Noct, right? Well, strangely, whenever Anise thought of him, her heart began to pound. At first, Anise passed it off as remnants of that crazy powder gas...stuff, but a month later? A MONTH?! Why would she feel so breathless over someone she didn't even know?! And a practical mirror image of Sync to boot!
Sure, she felt bad Sync had to die, considering how his life seemed just so...so tormented and awful and filled with bitterness, but Anise still didn't want anyone else to die. There was too much of it along their journey and she couldn't take it anymore. Even so, she never actually felt anything more than pity for Sync, and now she was actually considering what she said and did with someone who looked just like him?
Hate. This. Place. So much. Yes.
Regardless, what with spring rolling along in full force, and the weather being as obnoxiously warm was it was today, Anise had decided to head toward where it looked almost like Grand Chokmah, back home. She removed her Fon Master Guardian's tabard, shoes, gloves, and stockings as she splashed her feet in the cool water off one of the docks. She had to clear her head a little, and out here, where not too many people passed by, it was good. And the water felt good, too.
Sighing, Anise kicked the water angrily when a repulsive thought crossed her mind: "It's because he looks like Ion, isn't it?" She kicked the water again, then just flopped back on the dock and sulked.
Yup, this place just sucked. Hard.]