06-20-2017, 08:29 AM
you won’t see me fall apart
It must be hard to scrub the smell of acid and sulfur from your spine.
Why are you alone
because I chose it because I want to because I cannot put myself so near another being and not feel my skin on fire because I don't know how because because...
She lists the reasons off behind slanted eyes, regarding the duo with hesitation before deciding they are possibly harmless. It was a childish reason she didn't see the violence in Violence, hence her scar. Now? She regards the pair with the same distance she'd give a porcupine - probably harmless until riled. Probably.
Maybe.
She combs over a list of things to say to them, thoughts racing a mile a minute - just as father taught her. Sort through them, prioritize, line them up in steady succession until you can lay claim to a decent, original one. Speak only as needed, don't elaborate.
Short sentences.
Always end with a period, never an exclamation.
Who is Thorunn without Covet's voice in her head?
"I didn't want company for some time," she allows, realizing a beat too late they might take it as a reason to leave. Truly, though, the ache in her throat from not speaking for so long is as mental as it is physical. It feels good to stretch those muscles, to activate her brain, to speak. To be heard. "Times change, I suppose, and now I do. I am Thorunn, who are you?" The question is a blanket - you meaning two.
Why are you alone
because I chose it because I want to because I cannot put myself so near another being and not feel my skin on fire because I don't know how because because...
She lists the reasons off behind slanted eyes, regarding the duo with hesitation before deciding they are possibly harmless. It was a childish reason she didn't see the violence in Violence, hence her scar. Now? She regards the pair with the same distance she'd give a porcupine - probably harmless until riled. Probably.
Maybe.
She combs over a list of things to say to them, thoughts racing a mile a minute - just as father taught her. Sort through them, prioritize, line them up in steady succession until you can lay claim to a decent, original one. Speak only as needed, don't elaborate.
Short sentences.
Always end with a period, never an exclamation.
Who is Thorunn without Covet's voice in her head?
"I didn't want company for some time," she allows, realizing a beat too late they might take it as a reason to leave. Truly, though, the ache in her throat from not speaking for so long is as mental as it is physical. It feels good to stretch those muscles, to activate her brain, to speak. To be heard. "Times change, I suppose, and now I do. I am Thorunn, who are you?" The question is a blanket - you meaning two.
THORUNN
COVET x LIBRETTE