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ostro_goth) wrote2009-06-16 07:53 pm
ostro_goth) wrote2009-06-16 07:53 pm
RP post: Midsummer Night
He is still there.
In the roots of a large tree by the pond in the forest, Teja is hiding; he is rolled together like a cat in a basket, head hidden under an outflung arm; but he is not sleeping.
He is mourning, picking through the contents of his heart, scratching at the parts that hurt most: missing lost loves, regretting decisions that may have robbed him and another of happiness, the simple, physical movement of pushing away Totila, pushing away Adalgoth...
In the roots of a large tree by the pond in the forest, Teja is hiding; he is rolled together like a cat in a basket, head hidden under an outflung arm; but he is not sleeping.
He is mourning, picking through the contents of his heart, scratching at the parts that hurt most: missing lost loves, regretting decisions that may have robbed him and another of happiness, the simple, physical movement of pushing away Totila, pushing away Adalgoth...