I do not own the songs used.
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WINTER OPERATION
によって THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON
Juliet
When we made 愛 あなた used to cry
Say; "I 愛 あなた like
The stars above
I 愛 あなた 'till I die"
There's a place
For us
(You know; the movie song)
When あなた gonna realize?
It was just the time was wrong
Juliet
-Romeo and Juliet によって Dire Straits
***
PROLOGUE
She 発言しました it's like you're somewhere
Far away
-Love Like Winter によって AFI
Skipper shivered a little but his tears were アナと雪の女王 in their ducts. His flippers were wrapped about his trembling body and he was chilled to the core, save his ハート, 心 which seemed to have slowed its beating. But that was not the issue… His team was. The snow continued to fall about him as he thought of them, his feet touching the pond, where they'd once trained. His brothers, the people he'd loved his full time as a military commander.
He looked down at the ice, which showed another him looking back. あなた bastard. He thought, and if he could 移動する very well, he would have crushed the ice with a punch. He didn't need to look up to see the hobo, starting a 火災, 火 in one of the trash cans near by, to know the man was there. The guy probably was like Skipper. Trying to find warmth in a cold world. He could hear the garbage, and paper crackling under foot as the man moved close to the fire, and he could hear the man's praying. He might have even heard the tears that came with the sobs.
But he was preoccupied. His stomach was thin, and growling but he ignored it. He didn't feel like eating. He didn't need to. Hunger wouldn't kill him. But his mind would. Inside his brain, two penguins were there. They may have been Skipper look-alikes, または they could just be any old penguins. But the one on the right was curled up in a ベッド of snow and sniffling, all his tears had been exhausted, as Kowalski might have once said, he was dehydrated, his body gone of fluid expect for that, which was keeping his body shivering. Blood. And then the other, stood over him. The left one. It shouted and spat, and blamed, and hated, and threatened.
He might call out to them one day, to break up the fight, and bring peace between them, but what was the point? He didn't know them, and they had no importance to him. Because I would have done it. That was the right one speaking, softly to himself または to the other, no matter. And like it mattered.
And he suddenly found himself, resting on his side, shivering. Something lay 次 to his head. He looked up. He always did. Kowalski's note pad. But no Kowalski to claim it. He shivered harder and his eyes tried to wet themselves, but they remained dry in the 苦い wind.
He could see the ジャンク In the アナと雪の女王 water, the dead birds that floated in it when it was unfrozen. He suddenly heard a voice, pierce the ice that had encrusted his ear hole.
"You'll never bring them back によって killing yourself."
The voice was vaguely familiar but he was uninterested. And it was probably just a voice in his head. Just another ロスト loved one, spinning in a realm of despair, and screaming to be let out. But he replied to it.
"I might as well try." His voice was cold, and scratchy because it had not been used in so long.
"You know I can't let あなた do that."
"No I don't."
"You've forgotten me to?"
"Most likely."
"You used to 愛 me."
"I used to 愛 a lot of people."
The presence drew near and he felt a warm hand touch his back. The touch was welcome and somehow, gave him some sort of glee. To feel someone, who he had apparently loved.
"Do あなた still 愛 me?"
The voice was definitely feminine. He could tell now, because he was now a little interested.
"Probably not."
His answer was cold and emotionless but true. He felt the hand waver and he heard a small sniffle.
"I still 愛 you."
Who was this? Someone who cared? Not likely. Maybe just someone trying to fool him. But as this hand touched him he knew there was at least a touch of emotion in the voice. But he hadn't heard emotion in so long, besides his own of course. He didn't know what it sounded like. But he had some facts to go on about this creature. He knew two things and that was enough to start on without looking.
Feminine.
And otter.
***
WINTER OPERATION
によって THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON
Juliet
When we made 愛 あなた used to cry
Say; "I 愛 あなた like
The stars above
I 愛 あなた 'till I die"
There's a place
For us
(You know; the movie song)
When あなた gonna realize?
It was just the time was wrong
Juliet
-Romeo and Juliet によって Dire Straits
***
PROLOGUE
She 発言しました it's like you're somewhere
Far away
-Love Like Winter によって AFI
Skipper shivered a little but his tears were アナと雪の女王 in their ducts. His flippers were wrapped about his trembling body and he was chilled to the core, save his ハート, 心 which seemed to have slowed its beating. But that was not the issue… His team was. The snow continued to fall about him as he thought of them, his feet touching the pond, where they'd once trained. His brothers, the people he'd loved his full time as a military commander.
He looked down at the ice, which showed another him looking back. あなた bastard. He thought, and if he could 移動する very well, he would have crushed the ice with a punch. He didn't need to look up to see the hobo, starting a 火災, 火 in one of the trash cans near by, to know the man was there. The guy probably was like Skipper. Trying to find warmth in a cold world. He could hear the garbage, and paper crackling under foot as the man moved close to the fire, and he could hear the man's praying. He might have even heard the tears that came with the sobs.
But he was preoccupied. His stomach was thin, and growling but he ignored it. He didn't feel like eating. He didn't need to. Hunger wouldn't kill him. But his mind would. Inside his brain, two penguins were there. They may have been Skipper look-alikes, または they could just be any old penguins. But the one on the right was curled up in a ベッド of snow and sniffling, all his tears had been exhausted, as Kowalski might have once said, he was dehydrated, his body gone of fluid expect for that, which was keeping his body shivering. Blood. And then the other, stood over him. The left one. It shouted and spat, and blamed, and hated, and threatened.
He might call out to them one day, to break up the fight, and bring peace between them, but what was the point? He didn't know them, and they had no importance to him. Because I would have done it. That was the right one speaking, softly to himself または to the other, no matter. And like it mattered.
And he suddenly found himself, resting on his side, shivering. Something lay 次 to his head. He looked up. He always did. Kowalski's note pad. But no Kowalski to claim it. He shivered harder and his eyes tried to wet themselves, but they remained dry in the 苦い wind.
He could see the ジャンク In the アナと雪の女王 water, the dead birds that floated in it when it was unfrozen. He suddenly heard a voice, pierce the ice that had encrusted his ear hole.
"You'll never bring them back によって killing yourself."
The voice was vaguely familiar but he was uninterested. And it was probably just a voice in his head. Just another ロスト loved one, spinning in a realm of despair, and screaming to be let out. But he replied to it.
"I might as well try." His voice was cold, and scratchy because it had not been used in so long.
"You know I can't let あなた do that."
"No I don't."
"You've forgotten me to?"
"Most likely."
"You used to 愛 me."
"I used to 愛 a lot of people."
The presence drew near and he felt a warm hand touch his back. The touch was welcome and somehow, gave him some sort of glee. To feel someone, who he had apparently loved.
"Do あなた still 愛 me?"
The voice was definitely feminine. He could tell now, because he was now a little interested.
"Probably not."
His answer was cold and emotionless but true. He felt the hand waver and he heard a small sniffle.
"I still 愛 you."
Who was this? Someone who cared? Not likely. Maybe just someone trying to fool him. But as this hand touched him he knew there was at least a touch of emotion in the voice. But he hadn't heard emotion in so long, besides his own of course. He didn't know what it sounded like. But he had some facts to go on about this creature. He knew two things and that was enough to start on without looking.
Feminine.
And otter.
