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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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He closes his eyes, tilting his head back, the movement uncannily like a human soaking up the sun. But the moon is their only companion, and it is the night breeze teasing at his hair that makes Asher sigh in satisfaction.
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In this moment, he is not alone. And, all things considered, sharing the breeze and moonlight with a silent friend isn't a bad thing.
His own sigh joins Asher's, and despite his sadness, he is grateful for the moment of companionship.
Not a bad thing at all.
[[ooc: Fade there, I think. *smiles* Thanks for the slowtime. ^_-]]