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Eleven Bells: [Action/Written] Oddly Introverted Today

May 03, 2011 00:53

[Tonight, Archie is out in the woods, walking along the river instead of the path toward the southern lake. Something about being away from the village, in the solitude of the woods, with the sky going on for miles above him, is closer than anything else to the openness of the sea. The strange thing is that Archie was never too poetic about the ( Read more... )

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[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 13:45:06 UTC

[ out by the beach, buffy finds herself with a decent amount of downtime to watch the journals. she likes keeping an eye on things and so the unsigned poem catches her eye. she reads a few words before opting to settle into a more comfortable reading position but, before she knew it, the whole thing was scribbled out again.

buffy tags on a brief, untidy reply: ] Where'd it go? [ with no idea who wrote it or why, she's curious. ]

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 15:36:04 UTC

It doesn't matter.

[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 15:37:30 UTC

Mattered enough to write it once.

[ her written communication is nigh telegraphic; buffy dislikes to write. ]

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 15:41:35 UTC

I changed my mind about it.

[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 15:43:21 UTC

Maybe you might want to consider investing in a non-magical-journalesque notebook. Makes mind changing that little bit easier.

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 16:20:30 UTC

It wasn't the verse I changed my mind about.

[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 16:23:02 UTC

What, then?

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 16:27:45 UTC

[It takes a long, long time for the reply to come.]

Saying goodbye.

[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 16:34:26 UTC

It sounded nice -- from what I read.

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 16:41:45 UTC

It's a silly thing. Dabbling doesn't make anyone a poet.

[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 16:44:31 UTC

It does more than not-dabbling.

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 17:03:02 UTC

[Another pause.]

I don't think it does.

[Totally anonymous conversation with a complete stranger? Great way to get things out, somehow.]

[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 17:06:50 UTC

I don't dabble at all. Me? Not a poet. Whoever you are, you dabble. That at least makes you one fraction of a poet. An eighth, maybe.

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 17:08:35 UTC

Not a poet at all. An admirer of such artists, but never an artist myself.

[ written ] slaying May 3 2011, 17:11:18 UTC

I never had time to do much poetry-admiring. Except for the short ones. Those were okay.

[ written ] noprevaricating May 3 2011, 17:13:35 UTC

Well, this one is short, even if it can barely be called poetry.

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