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isleofavalon2021-04-30 01:15 am
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We all end in the ocean
🧙 WHO: Hendrik and Jasper
⚔️️ WHAT: Gathering rocks
🕒 WHEN: First week of May
🗺️ WHERE: River's edge
⚠️ WARNINGS: Nothing
[Hendrik had waited until he was sitting to offer his suggestion of venturing outside. He had thanked the upturn in weather and remarked how nice it would feel to enjoy a stroll. Holding onto his breath for a moment, bracing himself before commenting on his chance to do something kind for a stranger. Tears had filled his eyes while he yawned and slouched, twirling his finger and twisting his fringe.
A stranger? No. Hendrik is the reason he wanders outside today. Nobody else can motivate him to sludge through grass and soil, to stride over pebbles and verge, walking so far for so long.
The light patter on his hood is barely enough to soak through, clouds overcast with intermittant blue skies. The plight of an ailing grandmother is hardly enough to drag the human remnants of caring out of him. It is difficult to muster up the energy to find feelings for people outside his life. Where is their connection?
His fingers curl around a thin pebble and he weighs it in his hand before skimming it across the river. One loud splash and it sinks to the bottom, rather than bounce along the top.
Such is his life.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Gathering rocks
🕒 WHEN: First week of May
🗺️ WHERE: River's edge
⚠️ WARNINGS: Nothing
[Hendrik had waited until he was sitting to offer his suggestion of venturing outside. He had thanked the upturn in weather and remarked how nice it would feel to enjoy a stroll. Holding onto his breath for a moment, bracing himself before commenting on his chance to do something kind for a stranger. Tears had filled his eyes while he yawned and slouched, twirling his finger and twisting his fringe.
A stranger? No. Hendrik is the reason he wanders outside today. Nobody else can motivate him to sludge through grass and soil, to stride over pebbles and verge, walking so far for so long.
The light patter on his hood is barely enough to soak through, clouds overcast with intermittant blue skies. The plight of an ailing grandmother is hardly enough to drag the human remnants of caring out of him. It is difficult to muster up the energy to find feelings for people outside his life. Where is their connection?
His fingers curl around a thin pebble and he weighs it in his hand before skimming it across the river. One loud splash and it sinks to the bottom, rather than bounce along the top.
Such is his life.]