Post by Caelie Ariane on Feb 20, 2018 1:26:38 GMT -5
 | ❛...fuel for inspiration. Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive |
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This room... The spiders unnerved Caelie, not because of what they were, but because of how they were. To be bound into the shape they were, writhing in vain... it was disturbing on two different levels. One, the strangeness of it; the eeriness of seeing something that shouldn't exist - that shouldn't have been able to, much like the chill she gets from Chester or from when Valentina came back from the dead. And two. Two was a much more... intimate bundle of emotions to unravel. It was... disturbing, how much those spiders struggled with naught but an inch of victory as their reward. To be trapped, conscious and aware, but without freedom in any way, shape or form...
It unsettled her greatly, but she still chose to spend time in here, for a part of Caelie enjoyed the... visceral emotions that this place dragged out of her. It's a morbid sort of curiosity, really, much like being afraid of fire and yet drawn in to the intricacy of burn victims' scars.
Seated by one of the tables in here, these thoughts and more wandered around listlessly in Caelie's mind. Truthfully, they were allowed to just drift in and out. Background noise as she stared up at what could be seen of the Moon.
They were all birds in cage, weren't they? Some prettier than others, but... trapped nonetheless.
This room... The spiders unnerved Caelie, not because of what they were, but because of how they were. To be bound into the shape they were, writhing in vain... it was disturbing on two different levels. One, the strangeness of it; the eeriness of seeing something that shouldn't exist - that shouldn't have been able to, much like the chill she gets from Chester or from when Valentina came back from the dead. And two. Two was a much more... intimate bundle of emotions to unravel. It was... disturbing, how much those spiders struggled with naught but an inch of victory as their reward. To be trapped, conscious and aware, but without freedom in any way, shape or form...
It unsettled her greatly, but she still chose to spend time in here, for a part of Caelie enjoyed the... visceral emotions that this place dragged out of her. It's a morbid sort of curiosity, really, much like being afraid of fire and yet drawn in to the intricacy of burn victims' scars.
Seated by one of the tables in here, these thoughts and more wandered around listlessly in Caelie's mind. Truthfully, they were allowed to just drift in and out. Background noise as she stared up at what could be seen of the Moon.
They were all birds in cage, weren't they? Some prettier than others, but... trapped nonetheless.
