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Post by MIREI KURAYAMI! on Apr 26, 2011 1:15:25 GMT -5
Pale fingers rested against the rough wood of tree bark, feeling the texture of it as she sat perched high in the branches of a tree, knees bent slightly before her, back resting lightly against the trunk. Cold eyes gazed out at the world around her, taking in everything detail she could, trying to fill in the missing gaps. Like the pattering of the rain against the leaves of the tree, leaves that sheltered her from the fat drops, keeping her dry in the downpour; like the large claps of thunder she knew were occurring, alternating with the bright flashes of lightning that lit the darkened and cloudy sky. She could feel it in her chest, the vibrations that filled the air with each rumble, she felt them in her bones, but she did not hear the sound that she knew accompanied, she hadn't heard them in so long, she hadn't heard anything in years.
Her world was a strange one, a mute one, like the old silent movies. It almost seemed like a nightmare some days, the ones where you tried to speak to someone but no sound left your mouth, you grew panicked, trying over and over to say something, finally screaming, only to realize that you yourself were the one that couldn't hear anything and every being surrounding you was now looking at you like you were crazy. It kind of felt like a strange limbo, like it wasn't really real, like she would suddenly awake and would hear the sound of birds chirping, the sharp ring of the school bell, the sound of metal on metal as miesters and their weapons trained, but each day she awoke to nothing but the feeling of her strange alarm vibrating beneath her pillow, no sound heralded the start of a new day.
Frustration filled her as Mirei reached out a ghostly hand to touch the rain that had gathered on a nearby leaf, anger growing red hot in her chest as she recalled what used to be such a soothing sound for her, the soft pattering, rhythmic, quiet, calming. Never again would she hear the rumble of the thunder, the different tones that the rain made as the drops struck different objects. Hands balled into fits and she lifted her face, staring up at the dark sky through thick leaf cover, mouth opening in a scream she wouldn't hear but one that would break the silence of the storm.
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