Sept 3 (D.Grayman) Riddles of life

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Title: Riddles of life
Day/Theme: September 3 // IT GETS UNDER YOUR SKIN, LIFE
Series: D.Grayman
Character/Pairing: Road
Summary: It's easy to speak the language of death, to peddle it out like a cheap salesman. Harder so to break the riddles of life.
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Sometimes it's hard to ignore it.  It creeps and crawls in the back of her mind, a snake climbing the vines and thorns of her thoughts, and while it is all to easy to ignore it at times, it doesn't always disappear. Sometimes it stops blending in with the scenary and tries to outshine its darker twin.

Road is more used to the dark twin, the twin made of shadows and fears more than anything else. Its the one she corresponds with, trading flesh and blood for souls and machines. Sometimes she sits on her throne of candlesticks and watch the fires die one by one, each one a coin piece in her bargining system, each one a piece she can use or throw away at will.

It's easy to speak the language of death, to peddle it out like a cheap salesman. Harder so to break the riddles of life.

The other Noah can't ignore it--Tyki with his train gamblers, Desire with his constant, never ending thirst--and she is no exception. When she's in her room of hulf-spun lies and doors that open to nowhere and everywhere, she has to face it. She sees it in every face that crumples, in every splash of blood. Life pools around humans, clinging to their clothes like lint and leaving a trail as bright as the sun. Her fingers might grasp on their fading warmth and her mouth sucks in their dying breathes, but it doesn't follow her when she leaves. Instead, it stays behind, an abandoned pet, and mocks her every move.

She hates it. Hates it and crushes it and wishes above else she could just taste it once more. Just once before she wipes it away.
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