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milliways_bar2009-07-13 02:34 pm
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Damian wasn't surprised to find himself alone by the time night fell. Whoever chose to be in Nathaniel's bed near dawn was usually up and about long before he rose with the setting sun.
Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted, but the desire to feel the wind in his hair is too much to ignore tonight. It is one thing that reminds him a little of the sea, though the air doesn't have that salty density to it. The sea has been a comforting thought throughout his long existence, even though he hasn't more than glanced it in centuries.
He loses himself in the sensation of flight, letting his mind go blissfully numb for a short while before picking an inviting, sturdy tree and sitting high in the branches so he sways lightly with the pulse of the wind.
Escapism can be a wonderful thing sometimes.
He's botherable by those who can climb well (or don't need to climb in order to reach him). He has no intention of coming down from his perch.
[[ooc: Primarily slowtimes, as the mun has an appointment and a worsening cough... plus homework. Slowtimes welcomed! ^^]]
Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted, but the desire to feel the wind in his hair is too much to ignore tonight. It is one thing that reminds him a little of the sea, though the air doesn't have that salty density to it. The sea has been a comforting thought throughout his long existence, even though he hasn't more than glanced it in centuries.
He loses himself in the sensation of flight, letting his mind go blissfully numb for a short while before picking an inviting, sturdy tree and sitting high in the branches so he sways lightly with the pulse of the wind.
Escapism can be a wonderful thing sometimes.
He's botherable by those who can climb well (or don't need to climb in order to reach him). He has no intention of coming down from his perch.
[[ooc: Primarily slowtimes, as the mun has an appointment and a worsening cough... plus homework. Slowtimes welcomed! ^^]]
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"My door is gone, but my mistress is from the same time, and I believe that I may return with her when she wishes it." If not, then... oh well. In some ways, he is eager to get back. In other ways, he most definitely is not.
"Diaries can be used against you," he says matter-of-factly, as if that fact alone is enough to dissuade anyone from the method of draining frustration.
[[ooc: Must slowtime now... I have a cough/cold and must sleep. ^_^]]
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She's grinning at this point.
"Not that I can afford it, of course. But a woman can dream."
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"Anger has long since been trained out of me." In other words, he sees no need for a diary in order to scribble furiously and seek a release for anger, because he simply doesn't anger easily.
[[ooc: Sorry about my own slow response. I have lots going on myself. We can continue this slowtime if you like, or we can drop it if you prefer. ^_^ Not a big deal to me, and I'd hate to be an added stress on top of crises.]]