003 | believe me |

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ Wherever you are in your dreams tonight, you'll notice a particularly odd looking blue box with a man standing outside of it. His hands are in his pockets as he leans against it, grinning, looking at the landscape of the dream, which is fashioned to your liking. A city, hills, perhaps even just an open field or even a ship at sea. Tonight, the dream is shaped to your liking! ]


(( ooc: If we've talked things for the event this month, feel free to throw it in the subject! otherwise, no-event Eleven post. :D ))

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Hasn't she already debunked that?

But when he smiles, she finds she has to consciously remind herself not to trust it. And so, predictably, she lashes out by belittling it this time.]

What a worthless word.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

I don't believe that.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She makes a sound that might be derisive, and certainly has a tinge of bitterness.]

How many years has it been since I called someone that?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

Why don't you tell me?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

I was fifteen.

[And her nineteenth birthday is drawing close in another month. She just can't do it, not after what happened the first and last time she thought she'd finally found people to call friends.]