oz • 018
Who: Oz and you
Where: In a field, how specific!
Style: Either
Status: Open!
[ Nestled among a field of flowers - and perhaps a few weeds and tall grasses - is Oz, arms crossed behind his head, staring at the clouds. It's been nearly a year and a half and it feels just like yesterday -
And it feels like the days are merging, almost.
But there's something else occurring. Memories leaking in and out. Memories that aren't quite his and it's perplexing. ]
Hnnnn.. That isn't right. No, not at all... [ And he proceeds to curl a fist and lightly bump it against his temples, trying to think logically. ]
Where: In a field, how specific!
Style: Either
Status: Open!
[ Nestled among a field of flowers - and perhaps a few weeds and tall grasses - is Oz, arms crossed behind his head, staring at the clouds. It's been nearly a year and a half and it feels just like yesterday -
And it feels like the days are merging, almost.
But there's something else occurring. Memories leaking in and out. Memories that aren't quite his and it's perplexing. ]
Hnnnn.. That isn't right. No, not at all... [ And he proceeds to curl a fist and lightly bump it against his temples, trying to think logically. ]