Room 311, Friday Morning

[onlymistaken]

Cally was lying on her back and juggling apples with her feet, so fast that all she could see was a shiny red blur in the air above the foot of her bed. How she was managing to do that and where she'd even got the apples seemed less important at the moment than pointing the accomplishment out. Loudly.

//Zelda, look! I told you I'd learn it!//
//You're too far away - I can't see. Learn what?
//How to keep everything up in the air...//
// I can't hear you-- Cally?//

Thud thud THUD, and they all fell down.

//Zelda?//

But there wasn't any answer when Cally sat up in bed, the covers tangled up around her toes.

Though the dream brought a familiar disappointment surging bitterly to the surface, the silence wasn't unusual, not anymore. What was odd was the way she felt compelled to kick away the blanket, slide out of bed, and walk over to the window to gaze up in some vague skyward direction as if she really could point the way home. Also to open her mouth, though there was no one here to talk to but the dog, and start -- oh.

That wasn't talking. It was singing. Which made so much more sense.

I feel a shadow passing over me that could stay forever more.
Like a wave I'm breaking far at sea, but there's no-one to hear the roar.
And the days are drifting into seasons; they're the hardest I have known.
A million spaces in the earth to fill, but there's no going home.

And I can dream before the break of day that I am back with you again.
Then the morning blows it all away and leaves an echo of your name.
Still a thousand miles lies between us and we're waking up alone.
What if I could cross a hundred borders - there's no going home.


Cally would have a hard time coming up with a scientific explanation for that. If she were bothering to try, instead of just staring blankly (and perhaps a little bit damply) out the window.

[Open. Emo, but open.]

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[onlymistaken]

Cally's face wasn't the sort that was built to go red; wide, dark eyes were the closest she could get, and that she had in abundance. She almost laughed nervously, but she could sense that would make it even worse, (though not so much worse as directly answering the question might) so she swallowed it down.

Chairs, keys, knives... it was all possibly the most round-about way ever of saying I don't know what to say to that, but she never knew for certain what to say to anything here, talking just with her lips. It was like Dolf wasn't the only one speaking a foreign language, negotiating the way through her own forest of words.

"Can I burn the mazes I grow? Can I? I don't think so."

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"Where can I run to, where can I hide," Dolf choked out, still feeling aghast, though there was other emotion dripping into those words, and he hadn't got a single idea how to place it.

"Who will I turn to, now I'm in a virgin state of mind?"

... He really hoped she wasn't going to take any of this literally, and yet, and yet, he was such a newborn in the face of all of this-- whatever it was.

[onlymistaken]

Being unsure of what would come out of her mouth next was neither usual for Cally, nor enjoyable. When she opened it and the next sound to emerge didn't have a note, she had to pause to breathe a sigh of relief.

"If someone is causing this, they have a rather nasty sense of humour," she decided.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"Oh god," said Dolf, faintly. He wasn't singing any more either, but he desperately kind of wanted to grab a pillow.

[onlymistaken]

Cally would settle for her hand over her face, so there were a couple of pillows to spare, if he wanted them. "Also not a song I'm familiar with," she said, because she had to say something.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"I think I've heard it," Dolf said, weakly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, uh."

[onlymistaken]

"Of course you didn't." Cally raised her face to look at him. "It's hardly your fault."

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"It's weird," he muttered, finally. "Do you think it will be over soon? I really hope so."

[onlymistaken]

"Well, the other thing only last..." Cally made a face. "Two days..."