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Yorick's Hut
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
Yorick sighed and smacked the book down, open, on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. It was only early afternoon, and he was already so restless, so prickly below the surface. Ampersand was playing with his shoe laces, birds sang in the distance, the waves lapping back and forth. Such a normalcy now, it all faded into the background.
They'd never seen the ocean together. Maybe when they'd gotten to California they would have made a stop. Taken a look at an ocean as sparse of people and boats as this one. She would have acted unaffected, but Yorick knew better. She would have liked it.
He tried to think of Beth instead. Her long, golden hair. Her blue eyes and perfect, fair skin he warned her about. Australia's going to be hell with that complexion. She'd only laughed, promised to bring SPF 100. He thought of her long legs and round tits, but none of it lasted. Thoughts of Beth always became thoughts of 355, but it was never dirty, not really, it was more...wistful. He missed her, god, the way his chest ached. He thought he might love her, even, but he pushed that down. What use was it, here?
Yorick tried to read again, but he was some homesick. The worst part was that he was homesick for a place that didn't even exist anymore. The words became a jumbled mass of text that didn't mean anything and he threw the book side, listened to it skid across the floor.
He sat up and looked around the room. It was so empty. Ampersand chittered a question, shoelace dangling from his mouth.
Fuck laying around, and fuck feeling sorry for himself.
Now
The Jungle
Mostly, Yorick hoped he didn't get lost. Not that it was a huge island and he wouldn't eventually be able to make his way back, but he also didn't want to wander mindlessly through the jungle for days if he could help it. Right now he was still on the boardwalk, shoes quiet but audible as he made his way northeast. Ampersand was perched on the top of her backpack and gave a sudden screech.
"What is it, Lassie, did Timmy fall down the well?" Yorick said, but recognized the sound Amp was making. Amp was alerting him and he turned when he heard the sound of somebody else approaching.
[takes place earlier this afternoon; catch him on the boardwalk anywhere from the southernmost part of the beach going northeast toward the dinos - st/lt welcome]
Yorick's Hut
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
Yorick sighed and smacked the book down, open, on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. It was only early afternoon, and he was already so restless, so prickly below the surface. Ampersand was playing with his shoe laces, birds sang in the distance, the waves lapping back and forth. Such a normalcy now, it all faded into the background.
They'd never seen the ocean together. Maybe when they'd gotten to California they would have made a stop. Taken a look at an ocean as sparse of people and boats as this one. She would have acted unaffected, but Yorick knew better. She would have liked it.
He tried to think of Beth instead. Her long, golden hair. Her blue eyes and perfect, fair skin he warned her about. Australia's going to be hell with that complexion. She'd only laughed, promised to bring SPF 100. He thought of her long legs and round tits, but none of it lasted. Thoughts of Beth always became thoughts of 355, but it was never dirty, not really, it was more...wistful. He missed her, god, the way his chest ached. He thought he might love her, even, but he pushed that down. What use was it, here?
Yorick tried to read again, but he was some homesick. The worst part was that he was homesick for a place that didn't even exist anymore. The words became a jumbled mass of text that didn't mean anything and he threw the book side, listened to it skid across the floor.
He sat up and looked around the room. It was so empty. Ampersand chittered a question, shoelace dangling from his mouth.
Fuck laying around, and fuck feeling sorry for himself.
Now
The Jungle
Mostly, Yorick hoped he didn't get lost. Not that it was a huge island and he wouldn't eventually be able to make his way back, but he also didn't want to wander mindlessly through the jungle for days if he could help it. Right now he was still on the boardwalk, shoes quiet but audible as he made his way northeast. Ampersand was perched on the top of her backpack and gave a sudden screech.
"What is it, Lassie, did Timmy fall down the well?" Yorick said, but recognized the sound Amp was making. Amp was alerting him and he turned when he heard the sound of somebody else approaching.
[takes place earlier this afternoon; catch him on the boardwalk anywhere from the southernmost part of the beach going northeast toward the dinos - st/lt welcome]