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I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion.
Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication.
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us, so
We cannot see to reach an end, crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down.
No fault, none to blame. It doesn't mean I don't desire
To point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting.
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
Cold,
Cold,
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion...
Between supposed lovers
Between supposed brothers
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
And I know the pieces fit


There's something hovering on the edges of my mind again, but I can't find the words for it yet. Till I do... let me just say that where the pieces fit once, they always will. Loss is an illusion, and pain is the result of accepting the illusion of loss. Somebody tried to tell me that once. And someone else taught it to me. Someone else still taught me that anything is possible, if you want it badly enough to make it real. I was a bad student, but today I can say truly that I don't understand it, I know it. I feel it.

This song is mood-altering. Combine it with the giddiness I already felt on waking, and what you get is... lucid dreaming in a waking space. An unwillingness, a refusal, to accept limitations. Nothing's irreparable today, nothing is out of reach, nothing is too shattered, too thoroughly crushed to be restored. Nothing.

It's not a blindness to the illusion of loss. Just a refusal to accept it. On the premise that we're all bound up in the same pattern, we're all facets of the same jewel, and the jewel turns... the facets that turn away out of sight aren't gone. Separation is temporary, restoration is inevitable. It's only a matter of time and point of view.

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[Cold. Dark.]

She screamed, once, giving way to panic for an instant before realization dawned. After that, she was quiet, struggling silently for mastery. The emptiness pressed in on her, and it was an effort to breathe slowly, steadily, and not hyperventilate. The darkness seemed a living thing... she pushed the thought away quickly, her eyes widening with terror. Thinking that way was the very last thing she should do. She closed her eyes, and fought for calm.

*****

Sion's steps barely slowed as he came through the door and headed up the stairs to Lyssa's room. Elise opened her mouth to speak as he brushed by her, but then she caught sight of Lyssa, and gasped instead. When Sion laid the girl on the bed, her eyes shut tight and her whole body shaking, Elise and Kyle were right beside him.

"What's wrong with Lyssa?" They all startled, turning toward the small voice. Eleri stood in the doorway, regarding them curiously. Elise made a small, stifled sound, then said, too quickly, "Nothing. She's just a little tired, and we're going to let her rest for awhile." From the arch of the little girl's eyebrows, it was plain she wasn't convinced. Elise sent a pleading look in Sion's direction, and he stepped out to take Ellie's hand in his. "C'mon, bratling," he said with a cheerful tone. "It's almost bedtime for you, and we'll just have time to read a story." Ellie allowed herself to be led away, but glanced back over her shoulder in puzzlement once or twice.

Once they were out of sight, Elise turned back to Kyle. "Where was she? Do you have any idea what happened?" He shook his head in negation. "I have no idea what happened, except that she went swimming. We found her on the dunes... it looked like she started to come home, but..." he trailed off with a motion toward the bed. Elise sighed, and gave a helpless glance at the bed.

(more later, of course.)