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genessia2019-03-17 11:17 pm
chikapolilla) wrote in genessia2019-03-17 11:17 pm
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That Which Comes [Action/Anonymous Text]
[Action for Fairy Haven]
[Vaggie winced as she clutched to her injuries. Sure, her body was able to handle them, but that did not make her a stranger to pain. For the few days since the attack she had taken to a small ritual: wake up when the sun had yet to rise, eat, dress her wounds, check on Izuku, read from a book, eat a meal, go to bed. Repeat. It was a simple plan, bu tit gave her some consistency. Consistency to break the boredom of convalescence and the unnerving feeling that she shouldn't be here. She would leave soon enough, preferably during a time when nobody else was around. For now, she was here.]
[As she walked past the receptionist to go from the girl's side to the boys, the woman gave her a concerned look that suggested that her injuries would not do with walking around. Vaggie just waved her down, which only worked some of the time. As she continued her way to the familiar room, she entered Izuku's room and sat in a chair on the far side of the wall.] You still look like shit, Izuku. [She thought to herself.]
[She would stay here, for a time. Sometimes people would come by to check on her progress. Sometimes Izuku would wake up. She would slip away then as quietly as she could, but suspected she had been noticed once or twice.]
[Her gaze lowered to her phone and she frowned. On this day she decided she had something to say...]
[Anonymous Text]
day is breaking
night has set
terror stalks no more
broken now we lay
vigilant of dusk and shadows
tend to yours now
dark will return
only in time
only in time
[Vaggie winced as she clutched to her injuries. Sure, her body was able to handle them, but that did not make her a stranger to pain. For the few days since the attack she had taken to a small ritual: wake up when the sun had yet to rise, eat, dress her wounds, check on Izuku, read from a book, eat a meal, go to bed. Repeat. It was a simple plan, bu tit gave her some consistency. Consistency to break the boredom of convalescence and the unnerving feeling that she shouldn't be here. She would leave soon enough, preferably during a time when nobody else was around. For now, she was here.]
[As she walked past the receptionist to go from the girl's side to the boys, the woman gave her a concerned look that suggested that her injuries would not do with walking around. Vaggie just waved her down, which only worked some of the time. As she continued her way to the familiar room, she entered Izuku's room and sat in a chair on the far side of the wall.] You still look like shit, Izuku. [She thought to herself.]
[She would stay here, for a time. Sometimes people would come by to check on her progress. Sometimes Izuku would wake up. She would slip away then as quietly as she could, but suspected she had been noticed once or twice.]
[Her gaze lowered to her phone and she frowned. On this day she decided she had something to say...]
[Anonymous Text]
day is breaking
night has set
terror stalks no more
broken now we lay
vigilant of dusk and shadows
tend to yours now
dark will return
only in time
only in time
text;
But then again, also not someone who reads poems often or...at all really.
no subject
some that i wouldn't recommend
poetry is one of them that i like
you can try it if you want
there are worse things to do
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