Éowyn (
shieldofrohan) wrote in
dear_mun2014-11-20 03:09 am
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Voicetesting and, obviously, trying to kill boredom
I know the depths of desperation to which fear drives us. I know too well, too, the fever of helplessness, when one you love suffers and all hope seems lost. And I know the weary restlessness of illness, to be caged so in your own body. All these things, Mun, I know.
But there is no place for me in this. You have drawn me hence against my will, to ease your boredom, but I will not be your plaything or any man's. You have no plans for me, nowhere you would have me go... why then am I here?
But there is no place for me in this. You have drawn me hence against my will, to ease your boredom, but I will not be your plaything or any man's. You have no plans for me, nowhere you would have me go... why then am I here?
