Seventh song.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Dictated, cheerfully as always]

Well, hey Xan, are you and Anya still…..

[Have a worried pause]

……Okay, can anybody hear me talking? Because I can’t hear me talking and I don’t want to be mute, that would be cruel and unusual. Hello? Anybody?

[Scribbled in a bit later]

If anyone wants to talk to me, can you..um..write it it? The castle seems to have thought it super-fun to take away my hearing.

[[ooc: loss is a go!]]

Comments

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Hm, I don't feel lossy in the traditional sense. Oh, but... Anya, she was my loss and I remembered her so... [brb coming to a terrible conclusion]

You mean my entirely platonic brotherly love for Angel is just a phoney product of this godforsaken castle?!

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Have a bit of a pause]

....That's REALLY, REALLY cruel. I mean...wow, this place sure is twisted. It must have happened when you went all homeward bound.

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, you must be right.

[gah this is too weird to think about. Repress repress!]

But anyway. This pales compared to you and your not hearing.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

The not hearing won't last, though. The Angel-love will last forever