clearing fog
WHO: Alastair and Blue
WHERE: Moonybase
WHEN: 12/27, early afternoon
WARNINGS: WE GOIN' ON A WALKABOUT or something......idk whatever crap's locked away in Alastairchan's brain??
FORMAT: No
He still had his reservations about this. Too many 'what if's wafted in and out of thought as he waited in the silence of his room. Blue drew another deep breath in attempt to ease his misgivings as they left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. To be of use...that was all he wished, was it not? Then, to be hesitant when finally asked...foolish? Or only natural? He did not want to inadvertantly hurt the young man on his way.
This was not the same, he resolved (again). Not the same as before. He was to free memories, if he could, not lock them away...something he felt a pang of guilt for every day. Neither instance related to each other, but Blue could not help but have the faintest hope that in doing this, the stain of his past sin would fade, if just slightly. It would never leave utterly, not even with forgiveness.
Such thoughts would only be a hindrance today; he shook his head in attempt to free himself of them. A second--no, third--glance at the clock on the stand. It would not be long now.
WHERE: Moonybase
WHEN: 12/27, early afternoon
WARNINGS: WE GOIN' ON A WALKABOUT or something......idk whatever crap's locked away in Alastairchan's brain??
FORMAT: No
He still had his reservations about this. Too many 'what if's wafted in and out of thought as he waited in the silence of his room. Blue drew another deep breath in attempt to ease his misgivings as they left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. To be of use...that was all he wished, was it not? Then, to be hesitant when finally asked...foolish? Or only natural? He did not want to inadvertantly hurt the young man on his way.
This was not the same, he resolved (again). Not the same as before. He was to free memories, if he could, not lock them away...something he felt a pang of guilt for every day. Neither instance related to each other, but Blue could not help but have the faintest hope that in doing this, the stain of his past sin would fade, if just slightly. It would never leave utterly, not even with forgiveness.
Such thoughts would only be a hindrance today; he shook his head in attempt to free himself of them. A second--no, third--glance at the clock on the stand. It would not be long now.