somewhere to believe ]] the end of glitchmob

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    roleplaying && [color=#9AC0CD]"speaking"     && thoughts


    [[ooc; correction to Bigby– Minnie, too. ]]
    The kitten had arrived, her expression somehow utterly peaceful. The icy gaze was watching the pigeon, eerily still, her maw bent into a quiet, disbelieving, whisper of a smile.
    [b]"She's not dead."
    It was a whisper from her smiling mouth, barely audible if not utterly inaudible to others. She'd return in another body if she were dead. Just like the times before. There wouldn't be the foreboding sense of eternity in the air. An eternity without Glitchmob.
    Marsie never smiled.
    Neither did she cry.
    Yet the lilac-silver classic torbico's shoulders quivered under the burden of tears mixed with despair. Something wet and warm flowed down her cheeks, but Marseillespaw did not acknowledge it. Her barely-there smile didn't melt away, but neither did the silent cries.
    Glitchmob wasn't dead, but she was gone.
    One by one, they were all dropping. Leaving. Maisie. Rhy. Jetty.
    Now Glitchmob.
    And she wouldn't take it, even though she did. She just sat, letting the pearly tears flow like rain and splatter like blood to the sandy earth, letting her claws dig into the soil.


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    #marsiewindclan

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    CASTOR .
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]This was his mother. GlitchMob had been his mother. Shouldn't he break down crying? Shouldn't something unsettle him within his heart? But there was nothing, as Castor did not care anything for that woman, why cry tears for one who wouldn't cry for you regardless? He recalled the message that the person had sent. Oh, what a happy thing to say, it was directed of him of course, nor any of his siblings. So what if his mother was dead? He didn't care, not an inch. But why did he feel so odd inside? "NebulaHeart, may I go as well?" Stated the youth simply.


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