heaven's not enough. [open]

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heavens not enough;
if when you get there you lose the ones you love.

love was overrated.
apparently vision's not worthy of love.
why else would that bastard lostface leave her for that freaking apprentice?
because he never loved her. that's why.

Summer days, though no longer in actuality, always managed to sojourn for far longer than winter days. At least, this was the way it seemed to a she-cat who had such an affinity for the algid temperatures and glittering frost that accompanied the winter season; she had always been partial to the treacherous patches of ice that embellished the paths with effulgent mosaics, and to the deadly pointed icicles that festooned any overhang subject to the prying fingers of the cold. Everything in winter was so invigorating and novel, even once the first freeze had descended over the forest and cast a bitter shroud over its most jovial of denizens - while in summer and spring, the accumulated drifts of snow melted sluggishly to form sordid banks of soiled white particles, banks so squalid and unclean they were almost akin to the sullied innocence that spring was so often a harbinger of. The days were long, the sights prosaic at best without a shimmering veneer of frost to coat every uncovered surface; now, in the midst of summer, Visionfeather had found her unusually buoyant spirits doused by the tepid temperatures and lively demeanor of every other feline she encountered. It had always been a great pleasure of hers to survey the gradually souring moods of those to whom seasonal mood swings were a constant anathema - for they were the very antithesis of his own philosophy of winter, and Vision did so gloat in the discomfort of those with differing opinions.

vision didnt care.
thats what she told herself as tears filled her eyes.
she had vowed to never love again.
because love, while it felt good for a capricious while,
would always hurt you in the end.

Thunder rolled in the distance, a foreboding growl like that of a monstrous beast - lightning licked restlessly at the sky, flickering illumination cast down from the tumultuous heavens with each spasmodic bid for freedom. The sky itself was slate gray and brooding, clouds obscuring the customary effulgence of spring; beneath this effigy of perdition the forest quaked, sitting in taut preparation for the impending storm. All hung in a tense lull of movement, even the birds sitting dumb in their arboreal perches, the paths and coves of the camp oddly deserted - desolation slunk as if a tangible entity through the labyrinthine world that was the forest, and it was because of this that Vision had sought sanctuary elsewhere, away from the bleak granite visages of the towering edifices, away from the lacklustre flux of cheerful felines - particularly Lostface and his sleeper Silverpaw. She sought the bucolic lustre of a more secluded part of the forest, heedless of the inherent danger of doing so; a lone female, unaccompanied and uninformed of the profligate nature of males at this time of year, was a prime target. Any trepidation she might have felt, however, was quashed at its conception, for fear was ever the incendiary of vaster, more restrictive, bonds. Emotions, she was determined (but was not succeeding) to prove, could no more subjugate her than it could the roiling discontent of the heavens - she restrained the unbridled hysteria so evident in her species and instead adopted a nimble trot, seeming almost to dance upon spindly but capable limbs as she moved all-too-conspicuously down the street. Though this unflagging, capering stride of hers might denote a more ebullient disposition, her eyes divulged an entirely divergent tale; they were cold, crisp, and authoritative, the sort of eyes that would eviscerate anything they rested on merely from their inexplicable intensity.

what was this niggling feel in her gut?
her heart, it was aching for lostface.
she shouldn't allow herself the luxury of thinking about him.
but did he realize how much he had hurt her?
but no matter.
it was all in the past.
nobody cares, anyways.
nobody cares about vision, the one in the dark.
the one left alone.
the porcelain doll.

dont they realize
im a porcelain doll.

words;;712
character;;visionfeather - silver oriental - thunderclan - warrior
notes;; this post sucks... and the parts on the right are mostly filler. the left-aligned words... thats the heart of the post.
lyrics;; megan mccauley - porcelain doll ;; steve conte - heavens not enough

[Lost]

The small orange warrior brushed through the den hoping no one was in there when he saw a light silver speck.The light had shone on a tear.

How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?
How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you love her?
How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?

He was the on cat with the soul for everyother cat and he couldnt see to see a cat a cry.He walked over."Heart broken and souls are empty.Was you heart stolen?Then did realize his love was a lie?"He asked the rythm in his voice was calm and smooth."They way i see it in your eyes you love is ripped away by a simple lie from the one you love?"He smiled at her and pushed his nose on her forehead.He backed up."Dont let him control you.He doesnt love you to."

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say...
"How do I know he loves me?"
(How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you love her?)
"How do I know he's mine?"
(How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?)

Well does he leave a little note to tell you you are on his mind?
Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey? Heyy!
He'll find a new way to show you, a little bit everyday
That's how you know, that's how you know!
He's your love...

RiddleChaser sat next to her."How do you know that he loves you.Do you really truely love him.Because im sure he doesnt know that you love him so."

Everybody wants to live happily ever after
Everybody wants to know their true love is true...
How do you know he loves you?
(How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you need her?)
How do you know he's yours?

He let his voice ring through the dark den as he closed his brilliant eyes.His eyes darted around and settled on her."RiddleChaser of the stolen riddles"he said smiling and bowing his flame-colored head."You are?"He said for once in a normal tone.He let his eyes close half way and he tucked his paws into his chest and his tail wrapped around his flank.He licked his muzzle.