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Sphere Mods ([personal profile] sphererpmod) wrote in [community profile] thespherelogs2021-01-04 11:33 am

January Log

Who: Everyone!
What: January's welcome log.
When: Jan 1st-7th
Where: All over the place.
Warnings:
Notes: This is your January welcome log with Sphere New Year Traditions. Come in, go nuts.


A new day has come.

So unlike many other places, the Sphere doesn’t celebrate New Years on New Year’s Eve. Instead they celebrate it in s three day festival commencing on January first to the third. The festival starts on the first at dawn with people waking up early to watch the first unofficial sunrise in the Sphere. Unlike most other days, this sunrise is universal, moving into each of the domes and filling them with such a bright light that it looks like an idealized version of a bright summer’s day. Groups of people join together to watch it in the dormitory dorms as well as in several public areas. The agriculture dome and the recreational domes are popular places for such activities and there are several places where there appear to be flowers blooming and almost the sound of birdsong.

Also in the more public places, there are large tables filled up with what seems to be a standard light breakfast of fruit, cheese and various loaves of bread, including a particular loaf of bread that everyone is given either in their attendance or in the dome itself. It’s a circular loaf with nuts on it that’s perfect for sharing. Indeed people keep trying to share a piece with the characters around them.

One thing that’s missing though? None of the places seem to have any sort of caffeine in any form. If questioned about it, someone knowledgeable will respond: “you can’t have caffeine until the sun sets!” The words come with a good natured laugh and characters are then handed a glass of fruit juice.

Out with the old and in with the new.

As the sun is about to set on the first day, crowds gather in the rec dome. There in the middle of the area there’s a large bonfire set up. The smoke billows up towards the top of the dome before it disappears. People gathered around the fires are throwing old possessions into it, some of which are their own and some of them are the possessions of the people who had left. The idea is to unburden yourself of things to face the new year with a clean slate.

There are smaller fires around, and they burn different colors with the smoke being sweet smelling and light. Some people show the newcomers how to gather the smoke in their hands and release it over their heads, in order to clear out dark thoughts and whatever is troubling people. The smoke gives people a slight feeling of euphoria, and makes them feel as if whatever is happening isn’t quite as bad as they think it is.

And we’re dancing through life.

On the second day, the public domes are fairly dead. The merchant dome is closed and only a few restaurants are open, and only those are for delivery. The entire city almost seems to be holding their breath and waiting for something. When the clock turns to eight pm, it’s almost as if the entire city is lit in a combination of stars and candlelight. In the gardens in the Rec dome, a large ball has been set up. Everyone in the city has been given their ideal fancy dress outfit, including mask in order to wear to it. The idea behind it is that the characters are in the middle of their transitional state. Day one was the day they put their old life behind them, and day three will be the day that they form their new selves for the year ahead. Which is why at the ball, people wear masks and have the option to give into some of the things that they wouldn’t normally do.

Wanna eat that there whole pint of ice cream? Go nuts. Wanna drink a bottle of vodka? Hey it’s your liver and it’s not like you can die! Wanna hook up in a dark corner with a stranger. It’s your life and there’s some nice velvet couches over there; out of sight and out of mind.

Dinner is in the form of an elaborate meal, sort of along the idea of Fat Tuesday in New Orleans, no expense is spared and everything is extremely well done and extravagant. Rich food, insane desserts, open bar, everything this night is too excess. At various points in the evening, the sky which has been showing stars shifts into things like fireworks, and glowy nebuleuses, causing people to burst into spontaneous bouts of applause.

All the while, there are various and shifting dance floors with an assortment of music to dance to, including classical, swing, fiddles, big band, pop, R&B, and basically anything that you can think of. The dances that people do there are as varied as the population, the drunkenness level and of course the all important dances of people's native Caucasia.

The party goes until dawn, at which point, the drunken releveries spill onto the streets, and people return to their personal domes singing loudly and off key.

A new day a new you

So despite however much you may have done the night before, or whatever else you may have engaged in, and however long you may have stayed awake for, when your head hits the pillow, you wake up feeling well great for lack of a better word. You have no hangover, you're not tired, you're not in pain, and any heavy or dark thoughts will suddenly seem not at all so bad. It may be better than you've felt in your entire time in the Sphere, or better than a long time depending on how things are at home.

Either way, when you wake up, day is late (even if your character doesn't normally sleep) and there is a crowd of people in the agriculture dome. People are there working together in order to plant new things in the greenhouse. They're planting baby plants that will grow to feed people in the new year, according to Annie, and it's all about breathing new life into the world.

Afterwards, there are different things like yoga and meditation classes, and people just spread out smiling among the flowers. No one is as pushy as normal, it's just kind of there. They're just kind of there, stretching, enjoying the sunshine and just kind of chilling.

Later, people set up a large sort of barbecue and outdoor kitchen. Food is cooked communally, and people will ask your character to come and cook. Even if you can't cook, passing out food or cleaning up. This is a community building activity people tell ya, so you can go with it or not. But the rest of the city is, so please enjoy some delicious food your characters may or may not have a hand in cooking or giving out. Wine and fruit juice is in a wide abundance here, as is water and caffeinated drinks. A few people can even be found having some harder stuff (vodka and whiskey) if your character looks to be in need of it.

And the end of the night, the sky above the dome lights up with aurora borealis, in brilliant lights and hues, and there are what appear to be a smattering of actual, living fireflies buzzing lazily around. People who are here longer than the characters seem puzzled, and more than a few children and adults are out catching them between their palms.


Inspiration images

unbreakable_king: Sendhil Ramamurthy in Heroes (For House Maresh and Arnes)

[personal profile] unbreakable_king 2021-01-08 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
A New Day

Hungover. Of course Rhy would bring in what was effectively the new year with a Hangover. Which shouldn't be too shocking given what he'd done the night before with Llewellyn. Too much wine. In the end he'd woken with a pounding headache he was certain Kell was going to hate him for it later. But for now he needed food, and time to think about what had happened the night before.

The light breakfast was something he welcomed, well remembering what happened here in the Sphere. He does head to one of the tables, selecting a small loaf and slices of cheese. These he carries all the way to the agricultural dome and settles himself down to sit and appreciate the day.

"Beautiful, once again," he muses. "Makes me miss home."

Fireside

Rhy approaches the fire with one thing in hand. A feather. He'd actually had to tear open a pillow for it, teasing it out carefully and resealing the thing with a few quick passes with a needle.

The tradition here was important, after all. The idea was that if you burned a thing, you were letting it go. And with his relationship being what it was, he didn't want to hold on to the past.

"I have to let you go, Luc. Kell might be right. You hurt me."

And with that he tossed the feather toward the fire.
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Wow)

Robb Stark

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-08 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Out With the Old

He doesn't normally take part in these rituals, but given the burdens of his past, the guilt that hadn't fully been released, it seemed necessary to take part. The trouble was, he didn't have anything from home that could symbolize the part of his past that he wanted to let go of. So, he had to join much later in the evening, taking the time to make something that would have to stand in for the actual items. He wasn't likely to see them again, so this would have to serve.

He had a paper crown, as close as he could come to his Winter Crown, and a ribbon with his initials and Jeyne's clumsily embroidered on it. It was barely legible (given he had no skill), but it would have to be enough. He couldn't even remember where he last had the wedding ribbon. It was likely lost, along with so many of his other possessions. Last was a small, crude sketch of Winterfell, his last tie to the North and Westeros.

He followed the instructions of the natives to gather the smoke in his hands and let it pass over his head. He wasn't sure he felt much different, but there was a knot that was released from his chest. He could be a new man, perhaps. That would be enough.

Stepping away from the fire to let others have a chance, he lingered on the edge of the crowd. At the sight of a familiar face, he couldn't help but ask, "What did you release in the fire?"

Dancing Through Life

In theme for the previous ritual, Robb was glad for the chance to step outside of his skin and become someone different. He was a bit more brazen in his dress, choosing attire of his own creation with a mask to match. He might be a darker figure than before, but perhaps for the first time in a long while, he felt free.

He didn't bother to have any wine, letting his actions and decisions rest completely on what compelled him. He never minded dancing, so if someone asked him, he agreed without hesitation. He could feel a number of eyes on him, but disregarded it. This wasn't about attention, this was about shedding the past.

Still, he didn't forget his manners. So, when he is approached, the first question is the most formal one. "How do you find the night?" Far different than the demon he was dressed as.
bowvahkiin: ([Juliel] Pretty Girl)

Juliel Selrane

[personal profile] bowvahkiin 2021-01-08 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Dancing Through Life

There wasn't anything she could have released into the fire, so in place of that, she had written down the names of those that she had lost and cared for, as well as the ones she still felt a grudge towards. It had been something to do, a small hope that there would be a difference when the morning came, but she didn't linger on that thought. It was the masquerade that interested her the most. When was the last time she attended a night like this? The wedding of Vittoria Vici? Not exactly a time when she could enjoy the occasion, that was work.

So she relishes the chance to wear a fancy dress, along with a pretty, if not revealing, mask. It was the sort of thing she might have worn in her old life, before her son was born. It was strange how comfortable she was in this sort of event, as though she were stepping back into a forgotten memory.

She had smiles for anyone who caught her eye, though dancing she might hesitate on. It had been too long. "A fine night." Simple small talk but truth nevertheless.

A New Day

So there was a lighter feeling the next morning. No hangover and no lingering shadows on her memory. She had been haunted by decisions she had made in grief, but that seemed to have lifted. It was like a blanket falling from her shoulders, colder, but a softer sensation. Dressed in her leathers and with her sapphire bow on her back, she went to join the barbeque.

It was satisfying enough, strangely she was more than hungry. Perhaps the loss of her guilt returned her appetite? Who could say. It was certainly a newer day than before, even if still a strange one in an unknown world.

"I have a bit extra, if you would like it?"
jondrette: (ep15)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-08 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine had been watching him from a distance for days. She'd heard his wife was gone, yes, but she hadn't dared to approach him. His words still rang so loudly in her head. This was about letting go, but she couldn't. Not to the memories.

What's worse is she knew why he did it. Why he left her. His wife had been there. She would have left him in an instant if Marius had arrived and given her the time of day. But he wasn't here. And Robb was never going to be hers again. She'd made sure of it.

Dressed as she was, she's hardly recognizable, which makes watching him dance with a few ladies easier. Her long hair has been curled to fall down her back in elegant waves, a periwinkle gown shows off her small breasts and complements her darker coloring. Her mask matches, with light silver accents and the same flowers embroidered on her gown found moving from her mask to her own hair. Even the heels she wore gave her a bit more height. With the light bit of makeup she wore, she was hardly recognizable.

She waited until she had had drinks, to work up her courage and approach her former lover. She speaks first, before he can disappear. "Robb." She gathers her skirts in a pathetic sort of curtsey. It's messy and clumsy, especially in her heels. "I... haven't seen you in some time." That was determined to be a lie. "You look quite handsome tonight."

Why was she so nervous? Why can't she just grab him and demand he dance with her like she would with Ben or Sergeil? She treads lightly. They are both wolves, after all.
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] I Don't Like It)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-08 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Any other night and he might have been more hostile, but he's not feeling as resentful as before and it seemed pointless to hold onto grudges. In the end, he couldn't really feel anything about what past, preferring to keep it there. Still, he's not exactly the same around her as before, as free or easy. He holds himself back, slightly respectful, more than he would have been at the height of his rage.

Even if he didn't recognize her by sight, he knew her by her voice and how awkwardly she curtsied. It's not like very many other dark haired women knew him in this world.

He nodded his head in thanks. "You look lovely." She did, he could admit that much. She found another pretty dress to enjoy and this time without bad memories attached to them.
jondrette: (ep11)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-08 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine smiles at him behind her mask, thankful he cannot see how much she does miss him. She said she'd hated him. She'd punched him. She'd cursed his name. But now... She just wanted to talk to him.

She blinks.

"Thank you, Robb. I like your horns." She gestures to them, as though they were coming from her own head.

She takes a sip of a sparkling purple champagne.

"You would not want to dance with me." She assumes, because as she watches people dance in all manner of ways to all manner of music, she wants to be out there. She doesn't want to be on the outside anymore.

Still. If he does wish to, she's eager to be proven wrong.
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] What)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-08 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It's an awkward conversation, given what their last was and he had taken to avoiding her as much as possible, though he was unaware as to how often she had seen him. Still, they could remain civil enough and a conversation was not going to lead to foolish decisions on his part. He could at least smile at her kindly, accept her compliments and listen to her subtle request.

There was little harm in it. The music was lively and he was in good enough spirits to give her this small gesture. "We could dance, if you like?" He wasn't dense enough to miss what she wanted or that she was too afraid to ask directly. He might be bull headed, but he understood women enough.

He held out his hand for her, ready to lead her on the floor. It was something that was almost habit for him by now, having done this a number of times in his youth. When you were the first trueborn son of the Lord of Winterfell, there was no excuse for avoiding a dance. Not in Winterfell, at least.
jondrette: (Default)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-08 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I would like that," she says, glad he had picked up on her request of a request. Better he ask then she. Besides, it wasn't normal in either of their worlds for the woman to do the asking.

She takes his hand, remembering how good they had felt on her body. How good his kisses had been. They were in the past, now. She would get no more. But she would keep this conversation with him.

"No one has ever asked me to dance before," she tells him. "Thank you." She lets him lead. They dance well together, Eponine's movements almost cat-like in grace.
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Taking Advice)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-08 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not tonight?" He's been well trained in dancing and it is almost second nature by now. He wasn't like Jon who had always kept to himself. Much like Sansa, he had enjoyed the attention and the praise. Those days had seemed long past, but little surprise that this world found a way to bring it back, for one night at least. "That will change. You look lovely and men enjoy dancing with pretty ladies."

Besides, she had to have other admirers. She had proven she knew how to encourage and entice men. Not that the thought was meant to be derogatory. If anything, she was living more freely than he had of late. He envied that, no ties, no guilt, simple freedom that could be relished and enjoyed. A part of him wanted to seek it and embrace it, but feared past mistakes.

"I wasn't certain if you knew how, but you dance like a noblewoman." Another compliment. He was in a good mood tonight, clearly.
jondrette: (ep6)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-09 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I've watched mostly, tonight." He forgets, at home she was no great beauty. Even here she isn't.

"Thank you- there are no men here for me, not anymore." All the good ones were taken or wanted nothing to do with her, save this dance.

"I let you lead, I can do that. And I am light on my feet." She had at least gotten a bit of a hang of how to move about in these shoes. But once the party was over, she was going barefoot again. She much preferred that to anything else.

She wonders how long she can go without talking about their relationship. How disastrously it ended. Maybe she would wait for the song to end, and ask him to take a walk with her somewhere quiet. Or maybe she could just- "I'm sorry." -blurt it out like that.
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Yes Sir)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-09 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a night to be someone else. It might not be permitted in either of our worlds, but you should ask others as well. There must be other willing partners." She might not be the greatest beauty, but she could be lovely, as tonight proved.

He says nothing to that, but notes the hint of longing.

"That is essentially the best way to do this." He chuckled. "Most of the difficult steps are for the men. The ladies have the better option of being lead and lifted." It was a nice reminder, one that he could enjoy and then put away elsewhere, along with many of the other memories of Winterfell.

He says nothing again for a time, thinking over the apology. Any other time, he might imagine it was akin to a child, but she had endured his anger for a long time without incident. She hadn't caused anymore trouble. There was little point in bearing a grudge. "It is in the past."
jondrette: (ep12)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-09 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"At home, I used to watch the beautiful ladies come and go from their parties. Sometimes, the opera house would have such masquerades. I so often wanted to go to one. They would just think I was a dancer, dressed as a girl from the street. But I never dared. I didn't belong amongst them." And she knew it.

"Perhaps I will ask your brother, if that is alright? He has been kind to me." She asks, rather then does so impulsively. It's only right, after what she had done to his father.

She waits for what feels like an age. Then there is absolution, but not forgiveness. She shakes her head. "No. I hurt you, and I hurt your father. I did not think. I was hurt and sad, and I wanted to hurt you as I had been hurt. It was wrong, and I did not understand until it was too late. I ruined what could have been beautiful." She blinks back the tears that prick at her eyes. "So much for being someone new."
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Seated)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-09 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
"This world is different. We're not bound by the past any longer or the restrictions it brought." It was a different feeling for him, but perhaps that ritual had helped? "Did you burn anything in the fire? It may not do anything truly, but the act itself was...freeing."

He shrugged his shoulders. "If you like? Jon isn't usually one for these events, he usually kept to the edge of the room, but that might have changed? You should ask him. He will agree, I suspect." He was too noble not to.

"It is in the past," he said a bit more firmly. "We each have hurt someone in the course of our time here, some of us more than once. I don't want to reflect on guilt tonight or feel constrained by it. Aren't you the same? I'm tired of it."
jondrette: (ep5)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-09 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she admits. She'd kept all of her things, unable to let go of physical objects. She'd had so few in her lifetime that now she wanted to keep them, not burn any of them. "I brought... a picture of us, from the night we opened the bar. But I could not throw it into the flames."

The firm note in his voice gets her attention, and she straightens her spine just slightly. "I... I cannot forget. I would ask for your forgiveness and benediction. But you wish to forget, and I will let you." She looks away, at the crowds of people.

"Have you been sleeping well?"
ulfur: (47)

Out with the Old

[personal profile] ulfur 2021-01-09 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
There through the hazy colored smoke came a face he knew well. Steadily, Ned met his eyes, holding his son's gaze. It was a solemn, but as he breathed in the sweet thick air swirling from the fire and gathered in his hands, some of that weight seemed to lift, and he felt hope kindle anew.

He came to Robb readily, though the question made him glance away. Of course, these were the most personal of things that they let go of. "Symbols," Ned said, staring into the flames. "I have nothing from home but the clothes I wore in the dungeons. Those I tossed in. If I still had the badge of the Hand, it would have gone in too."

He folded his arms. The symbol of his folly, his naivety and hubric. To think he could actually save their realm singlehandedly, bringing his precious daughters into the vipers' pit with him.

"I placed a handprint onto a handkerchief and burned it. Rank and regret, both do me no good here."

Ned was silent a long time, contemplating. Wondering whether to tell Robb the last one. "And seven blue flowers, with a prayer to each of the Seven," he murmured. He had never prayed to the new gods, ever. But he did this night, for the beloved wife he had to let go into their care.
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Huh)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-09 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"There's comfort in releasing the thinks that burden you." But not everyone could do so and he wouldn't push, it wasn't his place. He could at least enjoy the sensation for himself and try to ready for better days ahead, so long as they were coming.

"I forgive you," and he did. He didn't think anything of the matter anymore. There was still frustration and a measure of disgust, but it didn't influence his feelings or actions. It would fade, as would many other things. It seemed though she needed the words and he would give them to her, if only to unburden her as well.

"I have. The quiet does not trouble me anymore."
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Watch It)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-09 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I made do with what I could and created my own symbols for what I was releasing. I came with nothing but the clothes and those are gone now." He had burned those long ago. Perhaps he should have kept them, if only to burn them now. Though, he couldn't say that it would have changed much. Better it was gone and the nightmares had been avoided in the early days.

"I think that pin is with another. Last I heard, Tyrion Lannister was wearing it in his father's stead." Though that might have changed. News from King's Landing had always been slow for him. Everything else was what Sansa had told him.

He nodded. His father was no follower of the New Gods, but his late wife was. Robb had thought of her as well, but there was nothing he could really come up with to symbolize her. At least his father had managed. "I released a ribbon with mine and Jeyne's initials. A crown as well." His own folly and naivety.
ulfur: (pic#14372567)

Dancing

[personal profile] ulfur 2021-01-09 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ned's glance over her in her elegant gown and sparkling crystals was appreciative, if restrained. He had told her, as simply and yet kindly as he could, when he no longer felt able to share a bed with her, with his former lover now here and sharing a dome with him. But that did not mean their friendship could not continue, and indeed, Ned had corresponded with Juliel and even visited over the past few weeks as they shifted from lovers back to friends.

This night, he smiled back. "Aye. Finery suits you, Juliel. Is this what you would have worn to a ball back home?" His gaze flickered to her dress once more, approvingly.
jondrette: (ep5)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-09 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"...Thank you," she whispers, her eyes full of devotion as she looks up at him. He was too kind to her, him and his father both.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. You deserve quiet nights." Hers were far from quiet still. But if Robb was better, then it was worth it, wasn't it?

"How did you get past them? The nightmares?"
bowvahkiin: ([Juliel] Glowing)

[personal profile] bowvahkiin 2021-01-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
It mattered little one way or another to her if they were lovers or not. She had enjoyed their time together, but it was never meant to be more serious than it was. She managed better on her own and this was never to be her permanent home. His old lover arrived and she stepped back, not seeking him out personally but allowing him to visit at his leisure. He would set the pace of matters between them.

"Perhaps not quite this cut, but something similar." She glanced down at the dress, pleased with the color and fabric. "It has been a rather long time." So this was refreshing in a sense, even if being noble was not something she lingered on. "You are more colorful than usual."
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Ready For Battle)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-09 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
That look he knew too well and it was one that he remembered developing so quickly between them. He gave her hand a small squeeze, but looked away before anything more could come of that. He didn't wish to give her false hope or hurt her feelings again.

"I faced them." It might not be an answer for everyone. He was a warrior first and foremost. Facing a battle with sword drawn was how he managed. "I endured and pushed back. It's hard to explain." Only that he didn't want to be miserable or frightened anymore.

"I wish I could find the words."
ulfur: (pic#14353745)

[personal profile] ulfur 2021-01-09 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ned understood wholly. Perhaps for some, the clothes they came in with held good memories. But for him, for Robb, it represented nothing but pain, the last terrible moments of their lives there.

"May he have better luck with it than I did. But with Cersei and Joffrey on the throne, I do not envy him that."

He glanced at Robb, compassion in his eyes. "A good symbol," Ned observed, and though there was wistfulness for what Robb had lost in Jeyne, those memories would surely not be in vane. "I wish I could have attended your wedding. We both seem to have a knack for wartime nuptials." Already there seemed less pain in speaking of it and more release in letting himself remember.
jondrette: (Default)

[personal profile] jondrette 2021-01-09 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"The last words I ever said to my father were that I was not afraid of him, or anything. And I proved it, I walked into the arms of death. But here, I'm so afraid. I hate it."

She swallows thickly. It takes a lot for her to admit that.

"I wish you could, too. But I wish a lot of things."
kingnamedstark: ([Robb] Listens)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-09 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Joffrey is dead, last I heard. For the rest, I don't know." And he didn't exactly care to ask. He knew enough to understand that his family survived and took back the North. He didn't care that much what came of the Lannisters, so long as the family was avenged.

"It was...a hurried affair." More hurried than she deserved. "Mother was not even there." Only Jeyne's family and a few lords to witness. It was no Northern wedding, which earned some grumbles and likely hadn't helped matters. "Yours was at least somewhat grand." From what his mother said on it.

"What would you have done if you had a choice during that time? Would you have wed mother?" Or Ashara Dayne, but he did not give it voice, curious at his father's boyhood.
kingnamedstark: (Default)

[personal profile] kingnamedstark 2021-01-09 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"That's nothing to be ashamed of." Fear was something they would feel, especially if the death was violent. His way was not the way he'd urge others to take. His was a battle, something he had faced a number of times and death being very close at hand. That was his way forward, but it wouldn't suit Eponine.

He took a breath. "There are some things we can only wish for, but others we can try to make real." She would find the ones that were more possible and, hopefully, release the rest.

"It's not good to be miserable here."

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