By Seori
The night sky's studded with stars of all colours, twinkling lights that guide the ship through the darkness. The wind's a sprightly easterly, and the Galactican Gileads soar elegantly over the sails - a beautiful sight to any pair of eyes.
And yes, I'm here again, in the middle of the night - waiting, forever waiting.
Why?
Because. Just - because.
Why?
Because the only one that truly understands me is lost. No, I didn't love him. Love was yet another word in the ocean of literacy, nothing else.
Why?
Because there's nothing more for me to hold onto - no ties to anyone, I promised myself ten years ago. My family wanted me to become a proper lady - a jewel in the crown of Montressor's head.
It was the reason I ran away.
Why?
Because something's missing. Something I can't place a talon on - something completely ambiguous that's pirouetting on my nose right at this moment.
Why?
Because I'm here again, in the middle of the night - waiting, forever waiting.
A pointless oneshot about Amelia talking to herself - now there's a thought. Obviously Arrow is the golem in the second paragraph, and obviously the Galactican Gileads are seagulls - TP versions of them, probably. Maybe I'll try drawing one some time to show interested readers. But only if they review.
I'm thinking of doing the same scene from five persons' point of view - how does that sound? Mr Scroop, Dr Doppler, Jim, Silver...and the Captain would be the first, if I carried this on.
Well then, since I've got nothing more to say -
- Seori