The lighthouse sounds perfect to me... back home, we don't really get to
see the ocean. We're too far inland even fathom traveling towards it.
[ he's already moving with them towards the train, his mind a calm
ebb and flow of thoughts, warmth at knowing siffrin carries these memories
where they can. the pain is palpable, however - a memory is a lovely thing,
but the space it holds in the places they're born... sometimes it feels
more like twisting the knife to stand in the place they're made without the
familiarity of that very person beside you. a soft sort of longing of his
own that crests around the edges like waves that part into brilliant
blue like crystal, like a shot of violet light in the dark, like a serpent
in the grass with a crimson red belly biting into the earth. he takes a
breath, soft and slow. ]
Sounds like you'll have quite a bit to catch up on with him when you
finally have a moment to catch your breath... [ a soft nod towards
their hand, the coin. ] ... what's that?
Most of my travels take away from it so it had been a while since I last saw it myself back in my world myself. And with... the added looping, even longer.
[ It's part of why they want to take him there. Something of a sight they don't normally see. Something to glance at, to remember that exists, outside the same repeating scenes over and over and... ]
..Do you at least get to travel a bit? Or is it the same place?
[ With them, they see the same small village. The same House. The same two days. At the mention of catching up, there's an ache of loneliness and longing. Someday, someday... As the attention turns, they glance to the silver coin. Foreign currency that none here would recognize. ]
Just a coin. It's what I.. asked to get back from home, with our points. A while back.
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The lighthouse sounds perfect to me... back home, we don't really get to see the ocean. We're too far inland even fathom traveling towards it.
[ he's already moving with them towards the train, his mind a calm ebb and flow of thoughts, warmth at knowing siffrin carries these memories where they can. the pain is palpable, however - a memory is a lovely thing, but the space it holds in the places they're born... sometimes it feels more like twisting the knife to stand in the place they're made without the familiarity of that very person beside you. a soft sort of longing of his own that crests around the edges like waves that part into brilliant blue like crystal, like a shot of violet light in the dark, like a serpent in the grass with a crimson red belly biting into the earth. he takes a breath, soft and slow. ]
Sounds like you'll have quite a bit to catch up on with him when you finally have a moment to catch your breath... [ a soft nod towards their hand, the coin. ] ... what's that?
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[ It's part of why they want to take him there. Something of a sight they don't normally see. Something to glance at, to remember that exists, outside the same repeating scenes over and over and... ]
..Do you at least get to travel a bit? Or is it the same place?
[ With them, they see the same small village. The same House. The same two days. At the mention of catching up, there's an ache of loneliness and longing. Someday, someday... As the attention turns, they glance to the silver coin. Foreign currency that none here would recognize. ]
Just a coin. It's what I.. asked to get back from home, with our points. A while back.