[Action/Blog] Wayward sun.
One day, the world stopped spinning.
It lost its color, it's flavor, it's intoxicating amalgamation of sensation and action to reaction and everything but the lone weight of Nothingness.
And then, on a day not the same as when the Earth Stopped Moving- It started again.
And no one knew why.
Or at least, no one really knew what had inspired the change in Raivis's behavior. Since Peter's departure, he had been cold, bitter and (more) reclusive (than usual). Toris's visit had apparently energized him enough to crawl back to the office for the usual eight to whenever and a brief weekend of insanity had given him some contact with the outside but barring the daily grind, he'd been unreachable ever since.
Until now.
Tapping a set of documents lightly against the edge of his desk, they were slipped beneath a pile of unfinished manuscripts in the bottommost drawer. He deleted the emails and phone messages delivered from city hall, with a (falsified) smile, he snagged a coat before he too left to tuck himself away in a corner of the world not limited to his empty home.
He thought of Berwald, of Tino, of Ivan and his sisters and Gilbert and all the people carelessly misfiled. Of his family, estranged though they were. Of how, no matter who or how or why, relationships could flicker, die, and be relight once again.
He thought of fire.
[Blog from phone]
I'm holding a candlelit vigil in Liberty's Botanical Garden tonight. It's not for any one particular thing. If you've lost something or someone or even if you're just lost, then you're welcome to join me.
Labvakar.
(ooc: still going to be a bit slow- gdi computer...-but if anyone wants to do something with Raivis at the vigil, just let me know~)
It lost its color, it's flavor, it's intoxicating amalgamation of sensation and action to reaction and everything but the lone weight of Nothingness.
And then, on a day not the same as when the Earth Stopped Moving- It started again.
And no one knew why.
Or at least, no one really knew what had inspired the change in Raivis's behavior. Since Peter's departure, he had been cold, bitter and (more) reclusive (than usual). Toris's visit had apparently energized him enough to crawl back to the office for the usual eight to whenever and a brief weekend of insanity had given him some contact with the outside but barring the daily grind, he'd been unreachable ever since.
Until now.
Tapping a set of documents lightly against the edge of his desk, they were slipped beneath a pile of unfinished manuscripts in the bottommost drawer. He deleted the emails and phone messages delivered from city hall, with a (falsified) smile, he snagged a coat before he too left to tuck himself away in a corner of the world not limited to his empty home.
He thought of Berwald, of Tino, of Ivan and his sisters and Gilbert and all the people carelessly misfiled. Of his family, estranged though they were. Of how, no matter who or how or why, relationships could flicker, die, and be relight once again.
He thought of fire.
[Blog from phone]
I'm holding a candlelit vigil in Liberty's Botanical Garden tonight. It's not for any one particular thing. If you've lost something or someone or even if you're just lost, then you're welcome to join me.
Labvakar.
(ooc: still going to be a bit slow- gdi computer...-but if anyone wants to do something with Raivis at the vigil, just let me know~)