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foolish girl ! she thinks, you’ve said too much. evelin could listen to the stories of others endlessly, offering what small amount of wisdom might be relevant, or nothing more than an ear – – – but to speak of herself ?? of her own horrors, && griefs. it’s hypocritical, really, that block she’s put up. she knows this. && it doesn’t stop her from wanting to run. to scorn him for asking. to lash out with enough fury, perhaps, to rival even him. but she does none of that. there is, somewhere in time, a version of herself that would. but not this one. she’s trying to be better than that, && most days she fails. tonight can be different. ‘ i feel like a ghost. maybe i am one. ’
‘ my story … born in the time of stalin, was jewish when it was a crime to be, had a family, lost them like everyone else did. i was lied to, && turned into this deathless thing that i am now. by the people i made it my life’s work to kill thereafter. they die for me, i think. since i can’t. not yet, at least. && do you know the worst part of it all, mitchell ?? i told myself i killed them so no other little girl would be what i am. but it didn’t mean anything. it just got worse. ’
❛ hey ------------ ❜
he leaned forward, fingers brushing against hers, a reflex at attempt at comfort. he quickly realized lines were likely being crossed & he withdrew, his face expressing his concern. fingers were slight in their tremble as memories resurfaced, a time of war, of bloodshed & death. he had been far too busy during the second world war to pay it much mind ( -----it was now simply humans killing humans. none of his concern, right? ) but he would be a fool to pretend he didn’t know the horror of which hitler had committed. he was a monster, as much as he tried to blame the world for it, but monsters were found in everyone. ❛ some of us suffer so others don’t. you did the right t’ing. ❜ not like mitchell. mitchell had no excuse for his murders, no redemption for the sin he had committed. part of him wish he had died on the battlefield ---- at least he would have died with his honor still in tact.
the past was lost ---- he would do well to bury it.
❛ how about t’at drink now. i t’ink we could both use it. this one’s on me. ❜
I decided that I am going to archive this blog. I just need a new start and my tags are driving me nuts and I just think it would be good so I’ll announce when I got the new blog set up.
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sorry i bitch so much here guys! I promise to lessen the amount of OOC you see here. & guess what? I think I’m gonna try and take this blog off queue maybe starting next week!! exciting stuff! for now, bed I think. I’ll be on skype for a bit and tomorrow I won’t be on my laptop till afternoon-ish but I’m totally gonna try working on longer threads. ok grandma jordy loves you all good night. <3
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Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones. But you still have to choose.
— 12th Doctor [Doctor Who] (via sleeperxgent)