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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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I know. [ know what? that jack's fond of her? no. she's owning up to a much deeper knowledge. ]
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[Both that Buffy knows and that Jack is fonder of her than he is of Archie. Because Archie has more than an inkling of how fond Jack is of Buffy.]
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[ it's her semi-gentle way of saying please don't involve yourself. she's keeping this personal matter extra personal. ]
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Let me clarify. I don't want one.
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[It hadn't been an offer, anyway. But he gets the whole dignity thing, regardless.]
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I should -- there's a campfire meal to be made. I'll catch you later?
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