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Cilona wrapped her arms tightly about the boy, drawing him in close to her body. I . . . what . . . her mind whirred even as her body comforted. Those eyes. All that pain that he has been hiding, for how long? And he choose to show me? . . . But had that been for me? . . . Or her? Cilona the Comforter . . . Cilona the Secret-Keeper . . . The one you can feel safe in confiding in because you know she won't divulge any of it. How am I supposed to know? I . . .just want . . . She buried her face into the crook of his neck, trying to fight off her thoughts. After millenia of living alone . . . of stealing . . . of hiding in the shadows, it was easy to forget how nice the warmth of a hug could be. Or the embrace-- No stop it! It means nothing, Cilona. You know that. It's just another appointment, that's it. Now do your job! . . . Pep talk comes next, right? . . . Some shit about . . . Goddamn . . . . . . . . Alone. It was never easy trying to run from your own thoughts. Impossible some would say, but Cilona could. Find the right sized box, wrap it up, and send it off with a nice shiny bow atop it. Signed, sealed, delivered . . . as if it had never even been there. Though once you removed a picture after years of hanging in the same spot, a faint outline remains to mark its passing. " . . . Don't deny it, you love me." She said grinning for all the world as if she had no concerns. Because that's who she was supposed to be after all . . . The Care-free Comforter. Always open, always free was her policy.

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Is emo week over yet? xD Well her's a little snippet of Cilona's thought process. I think I may have put myself in her a bit too much. I wonder what Koni is thinking here? Hmmm? Maybe if we beg Auntie . . . -hint hint wink wink-

This biz-natch took like three hours to do on MS Paint and it still stinks. ;-;

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Cilona wrapped her arms tightly about the boy, drawing him in close to her body. I . . . what . . . her mind whirred even as her body comforted. Those eyes. All that pain that he has been hiding, for how long? And he choose to show me? . . . But had that been for me? . . . Or her? Cilona the Comforter . . . Cilona the Secret-Keeper . . . The one you can feel safe in confiding in because you know she won't divulge any of it. How am I supposed to know? I . . .just want . . . She buried her face into the crook of his neck, trying to fight off her thoughts. After millenia of living alone . . . of stealing . . . of hiding in the shadows, it was easy to forget how nice the warmth of a hug could be. Or the embrace-- No stop it! It means nothing, Cilona. You know that. It's just another appointment, that's it. Now do your job! . . . Pep talk comes next, right? . . . Some shit about . . . Goddamn . . . . . . . . Alone. It was never easy trying to run from your own thoughts. Impossible some would say, but Cilona could. Find the right sized box, wrap it up, and send it off with a nice shiny bow atop it. Signed, sealed, delivered . . . as if it had never even been there. Though once you removed a picture after years of hanging in the same spot, a faint outline remains to mark its passing. " . . . Don't deny it, you love me." She said grinning for all the world as if she had no concerns. Because that's who she was supposed to be after all . . . The Care-free Comforter. Always open, always free was her policy.

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Is emo week over yet? xD Well her's a little snippet of Cilona's thought process. I think I may have put myself in her a bit too much. I wonder what Koni is thinking here? Hmmm? Maybe if we beg Auntie . . . -hint hint wink wink-

This biz-natch took like three hours to do on MS Paint and it still stinks. ;-;