ext_292391 ([identity profile] biverbam.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites 2011-05-18 10:24 pm (UTC)

i try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't let me alone;

Her mind is elastic, nylon knit stretching gaping thing that holds just as much as it snaps against and passes through.

River fits herself into the parameters as well as she can, standing barefoot in the grass wearing what, in her perception of history (the one that was taught in school so far away), is an entirely accurate empire waist dress that stops at her knees. Okay, certain liberties were taken, whether they were conscious or not. Distantly, Veritas now has a pulse wave security perimeter courtesy of the Tam Estate on Osiris.

That she's looking around with great suspicion should be expected.

"It's bigger," bigger than she'd imagined it, and River toes the grass, rocks back and forth, pulls up blades between her toes. She may not need to run but the urge to is persistent.

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