and your little dog, too [KIND OF OPEN...]
WHO: Soldier Blue and Moonybase, too
WHERE: Moonybase attic
WHEN: 11/25 to now or whenever inbetween there or thereafter this week!
WARNINGS: STILL BROKEN
SUMMARY: the new (old?) roomie hides upstairs so hidingly........so bother him.
FORMAT: no but dates in the subject titles are excelente
He couldn't hide up there forever, but it was a fair shot for all the time that went by. He needed to contact Leo, tell him not to worry and that he was safe and well...Except to say so was a partial lie. Soldier Blue was not very close to well, hiding up in the attic of a house he didn't remember except in a memory that he wasn't even sure was his to claim anymore. Someone dead had occupied the space he sat in, and if time was as linear as he thought it was, the someone was him, later. Much later.
It wasn't a very comforting atmosphere despite all the good intentions that had brought him there. He was grateful for the hospitality, of course, but he couldn't force the smile and thank you to warm as well as his hosts deserved. It was another half-hearted gesture he grew to resent in himself, another drop in the well of unwell.
He seldom left the room, choosing an exile from much of the sources of sound that he was unable to escape. The mental world around him wasn't something he could shut out as easily as one could by just covering their ears. It dissolved into just noise as his thoughts overtook, but he was always drawn back out, listening in silence, fingers curling around his arms to calm a chill that was under the skin.
He knew he couldn't hide up there forever.
WHERE: Moonybase attic
WHEN: 11/25 to now or whenever inbetween there or thereafter this week!
WARNINGS: STILL BROKEN
SUMMARY: the new (old?) roomie hides upstairs so hidingly........so bother him.
FORMAT: no but dates in the subject titles are excelente
He couldn't hide up there forever, but it was a fair shot for all the time that went by. He needed to contact Leo, tell him not to worry and that he was safe and well...Except to say so was a partial lie. Soldier Blue was not very close to well, hiding up in the attic of a house he didn't remember except in a memory that he wasn't even sure was his to claim anymore. Someone dead had occupied the space he sat in, and if time was as linear as he thought it was, the someone was him, later. Much later.
It wasn't a very comforting atmosphere despite all the good intentions that had brought him there. He was grateful for the hospitality, of course, but he couldn't force the smile and thank you to warm as well as his hosts deserved. It was another half-hearted gesture he grew to resent in himself, another drop in the well of unwell.
He seldom left the room, choosing an exile from much of the sources of sound that he was unable to escape. The mental world around him wasn't something he could shut out as easily as one could by just covering their ears. It dissolved into just noise as his thoughts overtook, but he was always drawn back out, listening in silence, fingers curling around his arms to calm a chill that was under the skin.
He knew he couldn't hide up there forever.