Finally, another update. (:
Second installment in the drabble collection, Picking up the Pieces. An underlying meaning of this lil piece has something to do with picking up pieces of sorts.
Nothing else to say, really, so just read, review, and enjoy.
A silent plea goes unanswered.
(Dedicated to you.)
Nothing, he had answered. Nothing at all.
Those simple words stung her; she just didn't comprehend.
How could he keep a straight face as tears cascaded down, threatening to spill over into a relentless thunderstorm?
How could he just brush her off as she clung onto the sleeve of his blue Varuna, begging him not to forget all his promises?
How could he just shrug and look away when she related all the reassurances he had whispered so gently before he had left on the Orbis-bound ship, hopes of a future upon his return?
How could his reply come, so immediate, when she asked-
What do you feel about me?
The cookie jar has -ahem- been borrowed by Master and Chief and Arbiter, so head on there for FREE SUBWAY COOKIES! 8D
(Sobriquet Nightmare, WHERE ARE MY BIRTHDAY COOKIES. D:)
