life is short, i know the feeling; just call me if you change your mind.
[as is frequently the case when he has a lot to sort through, Light can be found in the winter room. he's spent the past two hours partially in the gym, just to get a little bit more calm, and then in the library again, poring through all the books and texts which make up his figurative how-to guide for life.
now he has moved on to the outdoors, or what passes for the outdoors in the mansion. a while away from the entrance, there's a hilly outcropping of rock, the most elevated parts of which are bare of snow. Light is sitting, cross-legged, on one such dry surface, underneath a pine tree. occasionally pieces of snow slides between the needles to fall into his hair or onto his shoulders; he's too deeply immersed into the pattern of his breathing, the center of his balance, the simple essential state of his sitting, unadorned by thought or perception.
eventually, he surfaces, rolling his head around on his neck, sighing and stretching, opening his eyes, blinking. he feels muffled, drained; but calmer, yes. inhaling deeply, he brushes the half-melted snow away and then locks his hands behind his neck, looking up at the cloud-blanketed gray sky, eyes distant and a little bit unfocused.]
[[OOC: Private thread with isalright.]]
now he has moved on to the outdoors, or what passes for the outdoors in the mansion. a while away from the entrance, there's a hilly outcropping of rock, the most elevated parts of which are bare of snow. Light is sitting, cross-legged, on one such dry surface, underneath a pine tree. occasionally pieces of snow slides between the needles to fall into his hair or onto his shoulders; he's too deeply immersed into the pattern of his breathing, the center of his balance, the simple essential state of his sitting, unadorned by thought or perception.
eventually, he surfaces, rolling his head around on his neck, sighing and stretching, opening his eyes, blinking. he feels muffled, drained; but calmer, yes. inhaling deeply, he brushes the half-melted snow away and then locks his hands behind his neck, looking up at the cloud-blanketed gray sky, eyes distant and a little bit unfocused.]
[[OOC: Private thread with isalright.]]