Cold [Sasha]
March 26, 2010 - 8:08pm — Alecsander
It was going to be another cold morning.
He knew it from the moment he opened his eyes and scanned the trees for a familiar face.
There never was one.
Solitude, as it were, was slowly becoming maddening.
He tried to tell himself that it was for the best.
That they wouldn't want to be around him anyway.
But when it came down to it, he was a social creature.
He was just, through no fault of his own, slower.
While they darted around screaming each other's names, having wild games of tag, and making deer pyramids he could only sit idly on the side.
Any attempts he made to socialize would just end in head tilts and confusion.
Even if he were to try to join in the apex of the pyramid they would disperse the second he showed his face.
Was it his wounds?
His appearance?
No. He could heal, he could change those.
He could not change the past.
He could not change what he said and to whom he said it.
Even if they were in the wrong and deserved it he was still ostracized.
So he sad idly on the side murmuring new stories to himself.
They seemed to like his stories.
Some of them at least.
The rest of them did not seem to like anything unless it directly pertained to their own little deer.
Part of him wanted to embrace the solitude.
To loudly stand up and declare that he was tired of playing their little games and completely cut them out of his life.
Isolation, as it were. Only him and the muse to continue to do that which made the sides of his mouth curl up into the faintest traces of a smile before they speed past and wiped it off his face.
It was not the attention he desired, no, but the companionship.
They did not have to say "Good job! or "I liked it!"
The did not eve have to say a thing. He never asked for it.
They just had to be there.
Someone needed to be there.
Someone to silently sit with him while the rest of the forest foolishly darted away.
Someone to have idle conversation with while the world turned around.
But it would not happen.
They would approach him, loudly yell in his face, give him a confused look, and then run away to find someone else.
If he were moving they would chase him relentlessly until he paused, yell at him, and then usully blind him with a spell before running away.
How childish.
He laid his head back down and tried to ignore the rest of the forest.
He was tired of trying to sidle up to the cold shoulder in vain.
He was never going to be beloved regardless of the mask he wore...so it was time to start removing them one by one until he could leave with a clear conscience.
Awww. Poor thing. =/
*hangs on Sasha* Loving the
Loving the writing. :3