OOM: Time To Grieve
Feb. 2nd, 2008 04:33 pmFresh from his bath that night, lying in front of the fire wrapped only in his cloak as his damp hair is slowly drying, Teja wonders.
Is it that he is missing Totila more, now; and trusting those that have become his friends here, he speaks more of the lost friend and king? Or is it that, speaking of loss and longing as he could never afford in his last, desperate three months as king, the words that he reigns in less than he used to will open a way for dark and burning feeling to rise to the surface, like the slow, viscous lava of a volcano? Do the words Teja does speak lance the pain he only now has time to feel, or would renewed silence tamp it all down again, a banked fire of grief that one can quietly live with, as with so many losses before?
Teja bows his head and closes his eyes, thinking of Totila, once more trying to fathom what his feelings are, the grief, the loss, the love, the longing, but also the anger.
( No Time To Grieve )
[[OOC: Passages in italics translated from canon. Whitetext translated from a derivative work, the one-act play 'King Teja', by Hermann Sudermann (1897) - thanks to
carolinw for the quotes! This OOM is part of the 'Kingdom Come' plot line, hence the setting. Warnings for disturbing imagery of death!]]
Is it that he is missing Totila more, now; and trusting those that have become his friends here, he speaks more of the lost friend and king? Or is it that, speaking of loss and longing as he could never afford in his last, desperate three months as king, the words that he reigns in less than he used to will open a way for dark and burning feeling to rise to the surface, like the slow, viscous lava of a volcano? Do the words Teja does speak lance the pain he only now has time to feel, or would renewed silence tamp it all down again, a banked fire of grief that one can quietly live with, as with so many losses before?
Teja bows his head and closes his eyes, thinking of Totila, once more trying to fathom what his feelings are, the grief, the loss, the love, the longing, but also the anger.
( No Time To Grieve )
[[OOC: Passages in italics translated from canon. Whitetext translated from a derivative work, the one-act play 'King Teja', by Hermann Sudermann (1897) - thanks to
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