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simplestgift) wrote2011-05-03 12:53 am
simplestgift) wrote2011-05-03 12:53 am
Eleven Bells: [Action/Written] Oddly Introverted Today
[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.]
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.]
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[ written ] ...'defensive lamps' well done me
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We had to put out a fire one of the boys started by accident. I don't think I have to tell you what fire can do to a man of war.
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Yikes. We had kitchen fires, but those mostly just ended in Andrew yelling at people and then making funnel cake.
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Funnel cake?
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...You've never had funnel cake. I am the worst girlfriend ever.
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[ look, you try growing up with a sister who is literally destined to save the world. it makes for some inadequacy issues. ]
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Yet somehow you were the one who caught the eye of the dashing, witty young officer you currently hold in thrall.
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[ but next to that she scrawls a heart, and then because she can puts a tiny military hat on it.
...well. it is SUPPOSED to be a hat, but it might look a bit more like a tumor. ]
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Why don't you meet me at Cherry Blossom Hill while they're still in bloom?
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I could do that.
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