http://sheathed.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
sheathed.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
discedo_logs2008-06-16 05:06 pm
sheathed.livejournal.com) wrote in discedo_logs2008-06-16 05:06 pm
(no subject)
Who: Kusuri-uri and Sir Integra Hellsing
Where: outside of Latimir
When: today (monday) after dark
Rating: PG i guess?
Summary: He's seen it all but the discontent. The enigma of human feelings, loss, regret.
the log:
There was little now but darkness. Stars, and those two moons. A small fire, a small teapot atop it. In the darkness a figure knelt nearby, shrouded in it, features emerging occasionally in the flicker of firelight.
Little changed, and always the wanderer found himself like this. Alone, fire unraveling mysteries of the air. Burning them up, discarding them. Ashes fell. A burning remnant brushed past and died on the ground, with only a pair of blue eyes to bear witness to the life in its entireity. The same fire, the same ashes, both here and there. The same air. Nothing had changed. Nothing would.
There was loss, a heavy loss which lingered in the town but left him with no feeling. Senselessly throwing words and orders earned no place in that heart and mind. He was indifferent. A greater loss was that which had not been, here.
Ayakashi.
An emptiness that could not be filled. Perhaps things were different after all.
Where: outside of Latimir
When: today (monday) after dark
Rating: PG i guess?
Summary: He's seen it all but the discontent. The enigma of human feelings, loss, regret.
the log:
There was little now but darkness. Stars, and those two moons. A small fire, a small teapot atop it. In the darkness a figure knelt nearby, shrouded in it, features emerging occasionally in the flicker of firelight.
Little changed, and always the wanderer found himself like this. Alone, fire unraveling mysteries of the air. Burning them up, discarding them. Ashes fell. A burning remnant brushed past and died on the ground, with only a pair of blue eyes to bear witness to the life in its entireity. The same fire, the same ashes, both here and there. The same air. Nothing had changed. Nothing would.
There was loss, a heavy loss which lingered in the town but left him with no feeling. Senselessly throwing words and orders earned no place in that heart and mind. He was indifferent. A greater loss was that which had not been, here.
Ayakashi.
An emptiness that could not be filled. Perhaps things were different after all.