Chapter Text
Loneliness, t'was the shade of her heart
Not a gay goldenrod
Nor feisty scarlet
But the truest, shyest brown
Her dainty gray fingers rested on the keys, as if waiting for more prose to flow. Spill out elegantly, rather like the ocean tides. Steadily, in and out. Although she had never visited the ocean. She had no reason to. Pompous seadwellers were not her cup of tea. Speaking of tea, it seemed her share had gotten cold between stanzas. Ah, well. She would just ask her lusus for another after finishing this. And perhaps another one of those cinnamon cakes.
Caluna yawned. It was not out of sleep deprivation, no. She had slept quite well earlier. It was more out of boredom, really. She had already beaten her impressive array of puzzle games and was currently waiting for the new shipment. The story she had been writing was now finished and out on the web. Not to mention the fact that all of her friends were online for some reason, but none seemed to want to message her.And she didn't want to bother anyone, so she never initiated any conversations. So troublesome.
Confident, cool
Was the blueblood
Ruling with an iron fist
With no reason to be scared
Even CT, her moirail, seemed to want nothing of her. Well, she was CT's moirail. So perhaps that meant she should go and bother the girl. But, well... What if CT was busy? What if she was already speaking with someone? What if she was taken? She began to tremble. Even...Even if she wanted to speak to CT, it-it wasn't her place to. CT should contact her, so she could be sure it would be no problem. The last thing Caluna wanted was to trouble CT in any way.
"Ah, my dear,"
Said the blue to the brown
Taking her in the crook of her arm
For it was only the beginning
Caluna had never seen CT in person, had never even learned the girl's name. But the comforting cerulean text never failed to make her smile, if nervously. For that single reason, she would not allow her moirail to even remotely pity or hate someone. No, she breathed. No no no no... She could never let that happen. Even if CT died because of her...At least no one would be able to steal her away. The room grew slightly cooler. She frowned.
But the world was not ready
For such a deep red
Even an impossible obsidian
Would only end in tragedy
CT, she was sure, was such a beauty. She had to be. Flowing black hair, smooth gray skin, golden eyes. Like any troll, but different. Special somehow. Something akin to a smile tugged on her lip. She could never lose CT. Could never hand her over to someone else. That...That would be simply unforgivable. She refused to let CT feel anything for someone else. Wasn't Caluna good enough? Wasn't she good enough to love? The timid little voice in her head whispered no, but she disregarded it. She was good enough, wasn't she? So, why...why...
Like a small animal
She hid, ashamed
For if the blue could not love the brown
Then the blue could not love anyone at all
She paused her writing for a moment. A Trollian window had popped up, finally. She had been worried everyone would ignore her completely. That would be simply awful. She saved and closed the poem, and began her response.
conceitedTyranny began trolling timidAbandon at 21:34
CT: Caluna! Why haven't you jo1ned the memo? :[
TA: memooo... i wa$ not aware of thi$$$...
CT: Ohh? Really? Has no one told you yet?
TA: it $eem$ nottt...
CT: Sorry about that! :]
CT: Be1ng the leader, 1 really should keep on top of th1ngs.
CT: 1t's at #[newgame]
TA: ct... can i talk to youuu...
CT: Sure!
CT: 1n the memo. Everyone's wa1t1ng for you. ;]
TA: nooo... i mean...
conceitedTyranny ceased trolling timidAbandon at 21:40
Ah, if only she knew...