you have to know who you are

Jun 27, 2010 22:31

WHO: If you have to ask by now... /facepalm
WHERE: Various spots around the apartment; after that, who knows.
WHEN: Afternoon-evening, June 26.
WARNINGS: No more than the obvious.
SUMMARY: Trowa's moody. A suggestion is brought up as to a distracting activity to try; whether it works out well is another story entirely.
FORMAT: Yeah yeah



He'd gone another night without sleeping again; strange how much more ill at ease he was now that he had so little left to worry about. No more threat of dying on a battlefield anymore, no heavily-smothered fears of losing his friends in a firefight--not any more so than there had ever been, in this place, anyway--and yet he was more tightly wound than ever.

The thought of having his head crunched in by someone made of rock and lava probably had something to do with it.

Not that he wasn't also thinking of willingly letting it happen. At least they'd be even.

Still. He didn't particularly care to wake anyone else up with his own problems.

So he sat, awake. And waited.

And stared out over the balcony railing.

trowa barton | n/a, † quatre winner | sandrock

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