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revivalproject2022-09-18 02:40 pm
out_of_order) wrote in revivalproject2022-09-18 02:40 pm
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
WHO: Cal Kestis and the Library Crew
WHERE: The Library
WHAT: Sometimes you get tired of being alone
WHEN: Nowish?
WARNINGS: N/A
His feet carry him to the large library structure. He hasn't spent nearly enough time here, or at least not nearly enough time these past weeks with any of those whom he knows have come to call it theirs. BD-1, loyal BD, he hangs off of his side as they make their way in.
"Cal. If Beedee-one is showing you this message, then I have left this place and you did not leave with me."
The words of Merrin's recorded message have plagued his thoughts these past weeks. He's not even sure how many times he's watched it, enough times at least that he knows every line of it by heart.
"I'm sorry. I wanted us to return to our galaxy together. I wanted us to walk the same path from here together, always."
With how others have come and gone, he's tried to prepare himself for such an instance, but there really isn't much of a proper way to do so, knowing you'll still miss someone. He'd allowed himself to believe that maybe, maybe...
"We will see each other again. Our path together is not over yet, despite this world's best attempts."
It hurts, maybe more than he anticipated. He knows the truth of her words, has always known that even if they'd be separated here, there would still be a later. It had been a comfort before, and now it's a promise, one he holds to tightly.
"Do not keep me waiting too long, Cal Kestis."
Being alone is the last thing he needs right now. He's had enough of that. Merrin's words are reminder enough that while there's still something to look forward to whenever he might go back himself, Cal doesn't know that he'll ever be able to see anyone else from here if he does so.
Appearances can be deceptive, however, but it's difficult to cling to melancholy when you have a myriad of mothcats flocking around you. What had started out as a few has since at least doubled in number as Cal kneels there not several steps from entering, a pair of adolescent mothcats having settled there on his shoulders as smaller ones paw at him and pounce at each other around his boots. BD-1 skitters about leading or being chased by at least three others.
WHERE: The Library
WHAT: Sometimes you get tired of being alone
WHEN: Nowish?
WARNINGS: N/A
His feet carry him to the large library structure. He hasn't spent nearly enough time here, or at least not nearly enough time these past weeks with any of those whom he knows have come to call it theirs. BD-1, loyal BD, he hangs off of his side as they make their way in.
"Cal. If Beedee-one is showing you this message, then I have left this place and you did not leave with me."
The words of Merrin's recorded message have plagued his thoughts these past weeks. He's not even sure how many times he's watched it, enough times at least that he knows every line of it by heart.
"I'm sorry. I wanted us to return to our galaxy together. I wanted us to walk the same path from here together, always."
With how others have come and gone, he's tried to prepare himself for such an instance, but there really isn't much of a proper way to do so, knowing you'll still miss someone. He'd allowed himself to believe that maybe, maybe...
"We will see each other again. Our path together is not over yet, despite this world's best attempts."
It hurts, maybe more than he anticipated. He knows the truth of her words, has always known that even if they'd be separated here, there would still be a later. It had been a comfort before, and now it's a promise, one he holds to tightly.
"Do not keep me waiting too long, Cal Kestis."
Being alone is the last thing he needs right now. He's had enough of that. Merrin's words are reminder enough that while there's still something to look forward to whenever he might go back himself, Cal doesn't know that he'll ever be able to see anyone else from here if he does so.
Appearances can be deceptive, however, but it's difficult to cling to melancholy when you have a myriad of mothcats flocking around you. What had started out as a few has since at least doubled in number as Cal kneels there not several steps from entering, a pair of adolescent mothcats having settled there on his shoulders as smaller ones paw at him and pounce at each other around his boots. BD-1 skitters about leading or being chased by at least three others.