"And a king of a land..."
Who: Fai f_eye_candy and Snufkin earthtale
Where: Probably outside Snufkin's tent, unless Fai feels like folding himself up enough to get inside
When: November 26th
What: Sharing food and drunken silliness.
Style: Third-person prose
Warnings: Other than Fai going "meow" a lot? Not much.
He could stay in his room, staring at labels in a language he never thought he'd see again, which sounded in his mind like the soft rustle of snow falling. He could sip wine that tasted of lazy evenings spent in front of the fire in Ashura's private quarters, of meandering conversations that never went anywhere, which was the point, while dusk fell outside. He could allow himself to start to long, like he hadn't let himself do since he left, for the life that was now sleeping in a country of snow and ice and blood, the life and the country he'd lost.
Or he could decide not to, and go find some company. Find someone to talk to, someone to drive away the melancholia that the unexpected gift had brought about. And yes, he really did prefer that. Everything was easier with an audience, when allowing himself some weakness wasn't an option. And so he headed off into the evening, basket dangling from his arm and his coat pulled up high against the damp chill, to hunt out Snufkin.
There was a fire going when he arrived, and he gratefully crouched down next to it, glancing sideways at his new acquaintance and smiling. "I'm used to living in a place that is a lot colder than here," he said by way of greeting, "but I'm also used to wearing a lot more clothes. Aren't you a bit cold out here?"
Where: Probably outside Snufkin's tent, unless Fai feels like folding himself up enough to get inside
When: November 26th
What: Sharing food and drunken silliness.
Style: Third-person prose
Warnings: Other than Fai going "meow" a lot? Not much.
He could stay in his room, staring at labels in a language he never thought he'd see again, which sounded in his mind like the soft rustle of snow falling. He could sip wine that tasted of lazy evenings spent in front of the fire in Ashura's private quarters, of meandering conversations that never went anywhere, which was the point, while dusk fell outside. He could allow himself to start to long, like he hadn't let himself do since he left, for the life that was now sleeping in a country of snow and ice and blood, the life and the country he'd lost.
Or he could decide not to, and go find some company. Find someone to talk to, someone to drive away the melancholia that the unexpected gift had brought about. And yes, he really did prefer that. Everything was easier with an audience, when allowing himself some weakness wasn't an option. And so he headed off into the evening, basket dangling from his arm and his coat pulled up high against the damp chill, to hunt out Snufkin.
There was a fire going when he arrived, and he gratefully crouched down next to it, glancing sideways at his new acquaintance and smiling. "I'm used to living in a place that is a lot colder than here," he said by way of greeting, "but I'm also used to wearing a lot more clothes. Aren't you a bit cold out here?"