#elusivetune

The cogs rusted. What else could be expected from the passage of time? The melody distorted and twisted. It softened until incomprehensible. It ended with a chord that hung in the air like a final breath - unheard in a vast world where the cacophony never ends.

One track has ended — and a new track starts.

Out of Melodies — OOC

Hello hello! It’s been a long time hasn’t it? ElusiveTune here. Somehow, I’ve had  the irrational need to write this loser once more, and seeing as this blog is still standing, I figured ‘Well, why not?’  So — here I am! With a few amends to this bozo’s story line which could or could not be added into the mix.

“Then, what’s it like?” she wondered, fussing with a bit of thread that snagged against her nail. She smoothed it out against the fabric and moved to press her hands between her knees, turning a smile up at him.

She was silent.

She was waiting.

She stared expectantly at him like a dog awaiting a treat; or, in this case, a curious girl waiting for her friend to embellish his response.

After so much time she should have known that he wasn’t going to elaborate---but, after so much time he should have known that Erika wouldn’t let the subject slip away so easily. 

The coffeeshop was small and cramped, but also warm and dry, which already put it a step above the rain outside. Caffeine really didn't do anything for him, so Clear nursed a hot chocolate (via straw, of course) as he peered around the room full of damp citygoers, tired faces all around.

"Ne, Delic-san..." he reached for his attention with a soft voice, almost as if he were afraid of disrupting the sleepy atmosphere. When magenta eyes finally turned his way, he asked,

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“... Hn--” it was the first sound she had made in hours. It was followed by a shift and the rustle of a blanket as she moved, albeit slowly. She didn't recognize the couch on which she lay, but then she didn't recognize much of anything that she could see when she opened her eyes. Though her hair covered most of her face she could see enough to know that she had never been to this place before.

When she lifted her head to get a better view she felt a sharp pain in the back of her skull, to which she lifted a hand. There was a dull throb just behind her left ear, and when her fingers pressed against it she released a shuddering whine and plopped her head back down on the pillow she'd slept on.

Through her mess of hair, with her one remaining open eye, she could see a... familiar blond head and an arrogant pair of eyes.

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One track has ended — and a new track starts.

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