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*Instead, you see a rather large, threatening dagger sticking up out of the wood, pinning two pieces of paper to the table. You take a quick look around the bar; no one else seems to notice. And so you approach, cautiously, taking the first piece of paper between your fingers, easing it towards you until it rips asunder, now free from the knife. You narrow your eyes and begin to read:
"As of this morning, I've decided to stop grieving over you. I understand it was your decision to leave, and you did so to preserve the relationship you were already in. I would have appreciated it, however, if you didn't lie to me and tell me you were unattached when I decided to call on you romantically. And I would have appreciated it even more if you didn't continue to lead me on after you told me there couldn't be anything more between us. You took advantage of my feelings. But I'm done grieving over you. I'm moving on. Goodbye and good luck."
*You're more than a little confused, until the thought enters your head, Perhaps he's speaking of the person whose name he vowed to never speak again. You neatly fold the paper and put it in your pocket, reaching for the next one. You think of pulling the dagger out of the table for a fraction of a moment, but upon second thought, you decide not to. The dagger is overly large and threatening in appearance; it must be Teehsian. You instead decide to read the second note where it is:
"I'll admit you had me fooled.
You had me believing in your lies.
I can't believe I didn't see it,
The deception hidden behidn that smile.
You're no angel. You aren't heaven-sent.
You're no goddess, no spirit. You're Jezebel.
You weren't made in paradise.
You came from somewhere else.
You're a master story-teller,
Weaving deciet into a brilliant tapestry.
I was too busy admiring it to see
That it was being pulled over my eyes.
You're no sweetheart. You aren't honest.
You're no Virgin, no Muse. You're Vishnu.
You didn't come from the great Nirvana.
You came from somewhere else.
I wasn't the first person you've toyed with.
I'm sure I won't be the last, either.
I'm sure you're still playing those games.
It's going to catch up with you someday.
You're no princess. You aren't worth s**t.
You're no Gaea, no Eve. You're Lilith.
You didn't come from heaven.
You came from somewhere other than Eden."
*You feel more than a little unnerved now. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to take that first piece of paper. You hurriedly reach into your pocket, unfold the paper, and decide to take the dagger and stick it back into the note, pretending it was never touched in the first place. You try to pull the dagger out, but your grip slips, and you stumble backwards. The blade must be at least two inches deep into the wood. Aramis must have been more than angry to do this. You decide to slip the paper pieces around the dagger, hoping whoever finds it next violates it more, that the blame might be taken away from you. You head out the tavern door, deciding to return another day.*
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Thu Jan 27, 2005 @ 06:53pm · 0 Comments |
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