Eleven Bells: [Action/Written] Oddly Introverted Today

[simplestgift]

[Tonight, Archie is out in the woods, walking along the river instead of the path toward the southern lake. Something about being away from the village, in the solitude of the woods, with the sky going on for miles above him, is closer than anything else to the openness of the sea. The strange thing is that Archie was never too poetic about the sea itself--it was the ships he loved, not the water they sailed on. But now that the sea is far away and there is no ship to sail upon it, he finds himself very homesick for that endless expanse. So he walks by moonlight, gathering his thoughts and finding as much tranquility as he can in the woods.

When he returns home through the village, it will be past midnight. He'll stare at the furnished, unlived-in bedroom in his apartment, set up for someone who never comes. In the morning, he'll wake up on the couch, beneath the mural of the Indefatigable. Eventually, he'll write an unsigned message on the journal network.]

When the wind embraces all the world between the sky and sea,
It speaks in my ear of the left-behind, dear friend, it speaks of thee.
I wish you a journey far and long and spirits high and free,
And hope that the wind still speaks to you, dear friend, and speaks of me.

[A few minutes later, he'll scribble the whole thing out.

In the morning, anyone will be able to find him about, grocery shopping mostly, but also just browsing the shelves idly.  He'll hit Good Spirits a little earlier than usual and drink a little more than normal.]

Comments

[ written ]

[herotypical]

[ out by the beach, buffy finds herself with a decent amount of downtime to watch the journals. she likes keeping an eye on things and so the unsigned poem catches her eye. she reads a few words before opting to settle into a more comfortable reading position but, before she knew it, the whole thing was scribbled out again.

buffy tags on a brief, untidy reply: ] Where'd it go? [ with no idea who wrote it or why, she's curious. ]

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

It doesn't matter.

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[herotypical]

Mattered enough to write it once.

[ her written communication is nigh telegraphic; buffy dislikes to write. ]

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

I changed my mind about it.

[ written ]

[herotypical]

Maybe you might want to consider investing in a non-magical-journalesque notebook. Makes mind changing that little bit easier.

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

It wasn't the verse I changed my mind about.

[ written ]

[herotypical]

What, then?

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

[It takes a long, long time for the reply to come.]

Saying goodbye.

[ written ]

[herotypical]

It sounded nice -- from what I read.

[written]

[justicereigns]

Feels familiar.

[written]

[simplestgift]

What feels familiar?

[written]

[justicereigns]

The poem.

[written]

[simplestgift]

You've read something like it?

[written]

[justicereigns]

Lived it too, but yes.

[written]

[simplestgift]

Saying goodbye is never easy.

[written]

[justicereigns]

Hn. Indeed. Especially when you don't get a change to either.

[written]

[simplestgift]

I beg your pardon?

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[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ ...now, that looks familiar. on a whim, dawn sketches a quick drawing of a ship; it's... well. it's lopsided and everything is in the wrong place, but her talents never did have anything to do with art. after a quick second, she adds a question mark after the ship. ]

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

[He's not entirely sure what to do with that drawing, as he peers at it. He's not really sure he wants to admit to writing those lines, so he adds little cannons to the ship to make it slightly more accurate. Because he can.]

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[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ ...it probably is archie, then. dawn peers at the drawing for a second before adding tiny stick figure to the deck, and then after a pause adds some lines that are probably supposed to be hair.

...she really doesn't think your hair looks like that, archie. really. ]

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[simplestgift]

[...Oh no, now that's just mean.]

I'm not entirely convinced the pen is your calling.

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[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ those were supposed to be pretty squiggles, at least. ]

Probably not. Art class wasn't ever my easy a.

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[simplestgift]

Nor mine. [So someone suspects him. Who?]

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[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

So what was?

[ written ]

[simplestgift]

I don't think I would have had one. [He gets what she's talking about, more or less, only because of his ten-day stint as a schoolteacher.]