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dream; I saw her smiling at the top of the world..
Effects: A feeling of crushing pain, the pain of death, like you're going to explode, and as recurrent with C.C., that lingering, deep sadness. But there is hope at the end of the effects, like despite the pain, you still believe in something.
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[The waves of the sea are crashing down on the rocks, as she pulls back, a faceless figure before her. Go, she wordlessly says with her eyes, before she shuts the hatch.
She is powerful and strong in a great machine.
Her enemy is undaunted.
But C.C. can only smile, her voice the calm, amused drawl, with the softly hidden laughter in her voice.]
"I have no intention of dying a lover's death with you.." She says to herself, looking down at the controls as she begins to move, dodging the enemy over the crashing waves. 20 feet, 50 feet, they rise, higher and higher in the light of the clouds and sun.
It's time to end this. She lowers her eyes to the controls once again, moving a few buttons back and forth as she pushes forward on a lever. The Gawain's gold encrusted fingers shoot out with strings, binding themselves tightly to the enemy, Siegfried. Sinking into it's hull, Her body jerks as she attaches the massive weapon to it's own orange body.
She lowers her eyes, as two shining tears roll down her cheeks, meeting at the point of her chin and into the hollow of her throat. The Witch looks up, a faint, tender smile on her face.
They plummet into the ocean.
Lower. Lower..--
C.C. begins to feel her body crash amidst the waves, the dark blue of the sea crushing her bones, her spine, the deeper they plummet. The Siegfried's orange form is like a speck in her vision as she feels a surging pain in her head. Like green sea-weed, tendrils of her hair float like an encompassing halo around her face, and she gives up fighting for air.
This is nothing different..--and yet--
A drop of water, like something from a sink, can be heard as C.C. releases her breath, and closes her eyes, as the water pressure breaks her bones and skull, until the blood runs through the window of the cockpit, and her hand is still outstretched towards the light of the sun.
There are greater things in life then death, and she wants to taste them.
Because...that's why she's C.C. Isn't it?
--
[she is asleep on the couch, clutching Cheese-kun to her breast, opening eyes and wondering why the floor is so wet. ]
--
[The waves of the sea are crashing down on the rocks, as she pulls back, a faceless figure before her. Go, she wordlessly says with her eyes, before she shuts the hatch.
She is powerful and strong in a great machine.
Her enemy is undaunted.
But C.C. can only smile, her voice the calm, amused drawl, with the softly hidden laughter in her voice.]
"I have no intention of dying a lover's death with you.." She says to herself, looking down at the controls as she begins to move, dodging the enemy over the crashing waves. 20 feet, 50 feet, they rise, higher and higher in the light of the clouds and sun.
It's time to end this. She lowers her eyes to the controls once again, moving a few buttons back and forth as she pushes forward on a lever. The Gawain's gold encrusted fingers shoot out with strings, binding themselves tightly to the enemy, Siegfried. Sinking into it's hull, Her body jerks as she attaches the massive weapon to it's own orange body.
She lowers her eyes, as two shining tears roll down her cheeks, meeting at the point of her chin and into the hollow of her throat. The Witch looks up, a faint, tender smile on her face.
They plummet into the ocean.
Lower. Lower..--
C.C. begins to feel her body crash amidst the waves, the dark blue of the sea crushing her bones, her spine, the deeper they plummet. The Siegfried's orange form is like a speck in her vision as she feels a surging pain in her head. Like green sea-weed, tendrils of her hair float like an encompassing halo around her face, and she gives up fighting for air.
This is nothing different..--and yet--
A drop of water, like something from a sink, can be heard as C.C. releases her breath, and closes her eyes, as the water pressure breaks her bones and skull, until the blood runs through the window of the cockpit, and her hand is still outstretched towards the light of the sun.
There are greater things in life then death, and she wants to taste them.
Because...that's why she's C.C. Isn't it?
--
[she is asleep on the couch, clutching Cheese-kun to her breast, opening eyes and wondering why the floor is so wet. ]
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