All he could taste was the twang of copper as he hit the ground, running as fast as he could before he even stepped upon it. To the left, right, no behind, move faster, keep moving. Always moving, never moving, is this in the mind or body? A screech to the east, go west, pick up the pace, running, running, always running. Stinging in his shoulders, can't carry this weight, can't go on, can't stop moving. It's there, it's here, it is him, he is himself, but who is he?
"Open up." Knock. Knock. Knock. "Who's there?"
Still running, have to get away but it's no good, he turns to see himself, "White, red, and black all over?"
"Crumpets and tea cakes, little bat," pause and stare, "I wonder where you're at." Pointing to the sky, no face, no eyes, no smile, always without smiles, he smiles.
No, no. He won't see, he can't see. Running from the blind, running always, running never, never without fault, never with him. He won't, he can't, not now, now is not the time, six o'clock comes too late. It's never time, there's always time, he thinks mournfully; never enough time for crumpets and tea, never enough time for there to be a, 'we.'
"Like Little Bo Peep," he can't see the grin, "I've lost my sheep," he can see it, he can't see it, "and don't know where to find him."
AN's Note + Disclaimer: Wrote this a billion years ago, wanted to write more, but couldn't do this style again. ;A; Anyways, this is sorta supposed to be Vani/Ven, sorta. I don't own anything/one~!
