Archie Kennedy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
simplestgift) wrote2011-11-14 07:33 pm
simplestgift) wrote2011-11-14 07:33 pm
Twenty-four bells: [Action]
[Luceti. Even the name is beautiful.
It's quiet here, but not silent. No cannonfire, no stomping feet or shouting men. No bars or guards or grey stone walls. Everything is lovely and serene and everyone is pleasant. Well. Nearly everyone, but that's okay.
In Hornblower's company, Kennedy stops by the bakery and selects, for some reason, cheesecake. He's never had it--not that he can remember, at least--and it is absolutely the most beautiful thing he can imagine. Chocolate cheesecake, smooth and rich and flavorful with a drizzle of raspberry syrup. He tastes it and doesn't just eat it.
They visit the tea shop and he is floored. They visit the clothing shop and he finds a new linen shirt, already made. They visit the library and...
And...
O the glory of the library. It's as if this town was created for his rehabilitation.
Hours are spent in the library until he learns he can take books out. Even then, he very nearly doesn't leave.
On the way home, he asks to be alone for a moment. When given the chance, he walks the woods close to the village. At twilight, he sits at the fountain, staring into space with utter blankness because he knows the pleasantness of this day is going to end.
He doesn't realize it when the moon rises and he's still sitting alone in its pale light.
OOC: Kennedy's replies will come from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
babymid_archie. Meet him absolutely anywhere during the day or at night. Depending on when and where, Horatio will tag in as well, so remember to specify when/where in your tag. Share his rapture or cheer him up. Possible triggers--character is hella post-traumatic.]
It's quiet here, but not silent. No cannonfire, no stomping feet or shouting men. No bars or guards or grey stone walls. Everything is lovely and serene and everyone is pleasant. Well. Nearly everyone, but that's okay.
In Hornblower's company, Kennedy stops by the bakery and selects, for some reason, cheesecake. He's never had it--not that he can remember, at least--and it is absolutely the most beautiful thing he can imagine. Chocolate cheesecake, smooth and rich and flavorful with a drizzle of raspberry syrup. He tastes it and doesn't just eat it.
They visit the tea shop and he is floored. They visit the clothing shop and he finds a new linen shirt, already made. They visit the library and...
And...
O the glory of the library. It's as if this town was created for his rehabilitation.
Hours are spent in the library until he learns he can take books out. Even then, he very nearly doesn't leave.
On the way home, he asks to be alone for a moment. When given the chance, he walks the woods close to the village. At twilight, he sits at the fountain, staring into space with utter blankness because he knows the pleasantness of this day is going to end.
He doesn't realize it when the moon rises and he's still sitting alone in its pale light.
OOC: Kennedy's replies will come from
babymid_archie. Meet him absolutely anywhere during the day or at night. Depending on when and where, Horatio will tag in as well, so remember to specify when/where in your tag. Share his rapture or cheer him up. Possible triggers--character is hella post-traumatic.]
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France? I've only seen France in my dreams. Or on tele--[ hm ] or in pictures.
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[His tone has gone a bit flat again. A strange land full of strangers, and all of them wanted everyone on their ship dead or conquered. What a strange thing, when you think about it.]
take comfort, archie! helen maria williams doesn't want you dead!
[ what a word choice! ]
Are we doing a shopping log? XD
WE ARE. LET'S DO IT. APPOINTMENTS? SHOULD I HIT ARCHIE'S?
THAT WORKS. Or we could do a log, whichever.
Yes, that as well.
OH WHY NOT A LOG. i'll put it up once i finish reading this chapter on robespierre hating letters.
Not that I'm against croissants. Or baguettes. They make fine, yuppie-ish lunches. But there's just something fundamentally wrong about a culture that eats snails.
XD Yay! Today's date? /needs the Dawn thing to happen
yep! today!
Perfect.
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[ there's a wicked glint in her eye; a gleeful recognition of her linguistic playfulness even if it won't necessarily translate well to the sailor. ]
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Me too. So why don't we think about something else? Like -- uhm -- how you're gonna totally have to help me prep for Thanksgiving.
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