(In BOLD are the lyrics to Outlaw Star's "Melfina's Song," so, they're not my own. Kay? Kay.)
"I don't know,
What words I can say,
The wind has a way,
To talk to me,
Flowers sleep,
A silent lullaby,
I pray for reply,
I'm ready..."
There was a shift upon the white flowers. The warm, calming wind caressing her naked form upon the fluffy white clouds of the foilage...
Black hair would flop about her face; feeling like she just woke up from a deep slumber.
Was she dreaming? Her gaze remained fuzzy. Hands felt out for something...
Glasses...
Placed upon her face, her fingertips opened wide, she skimed her palm across the nectar tips of the roses, feeling their silken petals...
"I'm back... Where I was born to be..."
"Quiet day calms me,
Oh, serenity,
Someone, please,
Tell me, (oh...hmmm)
What is it they say?
Maybe I will know one day..."
A childish smile grew upon the teenager's lips.
"Ah..." Her legs would not work... She, was normal.
"I missed... This feeling of helplessness..." In a slump, she'd fall back. Allowing the pillows of flowers to dampen her contact with the ground.
"Yeah... It's strange... You can hear me, can't you, Judd?" Her chocolate brown eyes would stare harshly to the blackened skies, clouded in scarlet.
"Renna?"
...
...
...
...
The clouds would shift with the voice, "... Yes, child?"
"How are things?"
"Proceeding as planned..."
"No..." Lucy giggled, "I mean, how are things? How are you?"
"... Your innocence continues to amaze me, Lucy Ren." There would be some silence for the wind to whistle amongst the stems of the flowers, a million waving heads and shuffles all that once. It would quickly die down for Renna's reply, "I am fine."
"You've changed."
"You have not..."
Lucy smiled softly, that innocent smile that could never, truely hurt anyone. "... Your not used to it, are you?"
"... No, I am not."
"It's nice, isn't it?"
"... Perhaps."
A giggle fell from Lucy's lips again, forcing herself to roll onto her bare stomach to pick one of those many flowers, moving it to her nose for a quick sniff. "Thank you, Renna."
"For what?"
"For not keeping me dorment."
"Your emotions serve a purpose to me now, Lucy Ren. It allows me to appear, cultured."
"Stop lying."
"I am not lying, Lucy Ren."
"Are too."
"I am not - this is stupid, your acting like a child."
"Are not."
"Lucy!"
"Alright! Alright... Forget I said anything." Lucy paused, and smirked, "You sense it, don't you?"
"Yes."
"It's warm, isn't it?"
"... I hate you." Renna's body flashed into existence under the strike of an azured bolt falling from the black and red coloured skies, standing over the child ominously with hands clenched ever so tightly.
"No you don't, that's why you haven't disgested me yet. You enjoy it. The feelings I give you." The flower was eaten, and she chewed. "The feelings you lost."
"Don't lecture me."
A spin again, now laying upon her back. "Then, why don't you just give in?"
"I don't know,
What words I can say,
The wind has a way,
To talk to me,
Flowers sleep,
A silent lullaby,
I pray for reply,
I'm ready..."
There was a shift upon the white flowers. The warm, calming wind caressing her naked form upon the fluffy white clouds of the foilage...
Black hair would flop about her face; feeling like she just woke up from a deep slumber.
Was she dreaming? Her gaze remained fuzzy. Hands felt out for something...
Glasses...
Placed upon her face, her fingertips opened wide, she skimed her palm across the nectar tips of the roses, feeling their silken petals...
"I'm back... Where I was born to be..."
"Quiet day calms me,
Oh, serenity,
Someone, please,
Tell me, (oh...hmmm)
What is it they say?
Maybe I will know one day..."
A childish smile grew upon the teenager's lips.
"Ah..." Her legs would not work... She, was normal.
"I missed... This feeling of helplessness..." In a slump, she'd fall back. Allowing the pillows of flowers to dampen her contact with the ground.
"Yeah... It's strange... You can hear me, can't you, Judd?" Her chocolate brown eyes would stare harshly to the blackened skies, clouded in scarlet.
"Renna?"
...
...
...
...
The clouds would shift with the voice, "... Yes, child?"
"How are things?"
"Proceeding as planned..."
"No..." Lucy giggled, "I mean, how are things? How are you?"
"... Your innocence continues to amaze me, Lucy Ren." There would be some silence for the wind to whistle amongst the stems of the flowers, a million waving heads and shuffles all that once. It would quickly die down for Renna's reply, "I am fine."
"You've changed."
"You have not..."
Lucy smiled softly, that innocent smile that could never, truely hurt anyone. "... Your not used to it, are you?"
"... No, I am not."
"It's nice, isn't it?"
"... Perhaps."
A giggle fell from Lucy's lips again, forcing herself to roll onto her bare stomach to pick one of those many flowers, moving it to her nose for a quick sniff. "Thank you, Renna."
"For what?"
"For not keeping me dorment."
"Your emotions serve a purpose to me now, Lucy Ren. It allows me to appear, cultured."
"Stop lying."
"I am not lying, Lucy Ren."
"Are too."
"I am not - this is stupid, your acting like a child."
"Are not."
"Lucy!"
"Alright! Alright... Forget I said anything." Lucy paused, and smirked, "You sense it, don't you?"
"Yes."
"It's warm, isn't it?"
"... I hate you." Renna's body flashed into existence under the strike of an azured bolt falling from the black and red coloured skies, standing over the child ominously with hands clenched ever so tightly.
"No you don't, that's why you haven't disgested me yet. You enjoy it. The feelings I give you." The flower was eaten, and she chewed. "The feelings you lost."
"Don't lecture me."
A spin again, now laying upon her back. "Then, why don't you just give in?"