Her index finger urged the glasses to remain in position; it was hard enough to read being as tired as she was. But Cirxe couldn't stop. Zexion threatened to exclude her from his experiments if she didn't finish. But the words kept slipping away. Cirxe chased them...chased them until they convinced her into the darkness.
Delicate fingers catch the glasses before they slip from her nose. The book is eased away and placed back on the shelf, horizontal, so that the glasses are able to guard it. A small laugh ruffles her hair, and footsteps echo in the silence.














Devious Comments
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"Tell me, how does it feel to live in a constant haze of stupidity?"
"I know as much of games as I do of hugs and puppies, and care even less. Wake me for the end of the world."
"Kurama! Don't make me pull out your precious voicebox!"
~*~Hiei is love~*
Thank you. I love hearing that. *Totally unmodest moment*
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Wandering the rain soaked nights. Searching for a storm to wash away these blood-stained tears
"If you are an Unknown, you must have a variable in your name." [Kat]
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Wandering the rain soaked nights. Searching for a storm to wash away these blood-stained tears
"If you are an Unknown, you must have a variable in your name." [Kat]
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