NYX: Dancing in-between the Raindrops
May. 31st, 2012 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no_timeKiden was alive. Both on the buzz of LSD and the colors it added to the world and slipping in and out of her own personal world. With very few people was the term 'own little world' so literal. Kiden vanished between the moments, dancing between people and moving back into real-time blocks away from where she had been, most people not having taken a single breath.
If her family didn't want her around: fine. She had also managed to get killed the one person who actually listened to her, so there wasn't a damn thing tying her here anymore. And people... people were all the same. Like the boy whose arm she shattered with a tap from no-time, they were fragile, stupid things who always had this look of dumb surprise on their faces when she popped into existence between them.
So slow.
So silent.
So... worthless. Not even the highs made this fun, anymore, even with the trails it created in the colors that were already there.
If her family didn't want her around: fine. She had also managed to get killed the one person who actually listened to her, so there wasn't a damn thing tying her here anymore. And people... people were all the same. Like the boy whose arm she shattered with a tap from no-time, they were fragile, stupid things who always had this look of dumb surprise on their faces when she popped into existence between them.
So slow.
So silent.
So... worthless. Not even the highs made this fun, anymore, even with the trails it created in the colors that were already there.