Teardrop
WHO: Masters Kirkland and Galante-Kirkland
WHEN: November 27th, evening
WHERE: Buccaneer Beach Apartments in the Lakewood district of Liberty, Room 12d
WHAT: After all the dust has settled, love, love is a verb- love is a doing word.
Contentment was a feather fall.
Observing the motion of tiny speckled feathers floating on the rolling tides of quiet breath, spiraling up and down, lazily, above the flat tops of boxes marked 'Kitchen'. Stowed in stacks with hastily scrawled out sharpie labels next to boxes displaying '???' with no clear destination in mind. The feathers tumbled and swirled, and hidden within the confines of the miniature cardboard city, Raivis blew at the smallest one to send it soaring high.
It was serenity, it was relaxation.
It was over at last.
A morning excursion from the Centralia complex to Lakeside became an afternoon became an hour then another and another of pouring in and out of doors, elevators, occasionally stairs when said elevators didn't work, alongside friends and relations and countless others he'd thanked repeatedly until his throat went raw. The moment the door had closed on them crossing the threshold of their home at last, Raivis had laughed and collapsed as Peter set out to explore.
He lay where he'd fallen, staring at the ceiling, his arms tucked beneath his head. "Sākums..."
WHEN: November 27th, evening
WHERE: Buccaneer Beach Apartments in the Lakewood district of Liberty, Room 12d
WHAT: After all the dust has settled, love, love is a verb- love is a doing word.
Contentment was a feather fall.
Observing the motion of tiny speckled feathers floating on the rolling tides of quiet breath, spiraling up and down, lazily, above the flat tops of boxes marked 'Kitchen'. Stowed in stacks with hastily scrawled out sharpie labels next to boxes displaying '???' with no clear destination in mind. The feathers tumbled and swirled, and hidden within the confines of the miniature cardboard city, Raivis blew at the smallest one to send it soaring high.
It was serenity, it was relaxation.
It was over at last.
A morning excursion from the Centralia complex to Lakeside became an afternoon became an hour then another and another of pouring in and out of doors, elevators, occasionally stairs when said elevators didn't work, alongside friends and relations and countless others he'd thanked repeatedly until his throat went raw. The moment the door had closed on them crossing the threshold of their home at last, Raivis had laughed and collapsed as Peter set out to explore.
He lay where he'd fallen, staring at the ceiling, his arms tucked beneath his head. "Sākums..."