March 14, 2010 - 5:43am — Seed
There are moments I want to dance with, all on their own, holding them tight as the whirl around in my memory. These are the days I want to have stretch out before me, filling tomorrow and all the days there'll ever be up to the brim. I know that days like this aren't every day -- but a stag can dream. Of days as the seasons turn, the worries of coming days still hanging on the horizons, when everything is peaceful and calm. Days when everyone is laughing. They have to have their best pieces savored, pressed close to the heart like a flower in a book, so that in years gone by they can be held up to the light and the veins can be seen, the scent fleetingly recalled.
Nevilly, Virgil and I, running deep into the birch woods, circling around ourselves -- We've forgotten all our purpose. We had been teasing one another, and the forest echoed with our laughter as we ran -- was I chasing Virgil, or was I chasing Nevilly, delighting in the sight of the two of them ahead of me? I can't say, I couldn't say. The forest whirls around us and changes texture as we go, from soft moss to hard clay, and Virgil is a streak before me, shifting color from tan to gold, gold to red, like a sunset. I'm chasing them, but I'm also just delighting in the utter freedom of that running, my head thrown back, taking a few strides beside that beautiful doe with the bright blue eyes before one of us turned away, laughing so hard my whole ribcage ached like my hurt was about to burst out.
And later: Nevilly and I have pinned poor Virgil into hiding in the great rock at the ruins. We’ve scented him out, and now I’ve caught them both. Nevilly gives me a mischievous smirk, and we sit directly above him. We sicken him, the two of us – Because as we sit, I’m running my lips on the edges of her ears, nuzzling her between words, and I’m going all out, calling her sweet and sappy names, like a fool. He’s drawn out, disgusted by our saccharine toying, and we laugh once more.
Later, much later: I am dancing with my dearest friend, and his dearest love, by the side of the lake. We’re in a proto-line, with other deer, but they’re almost window-dressing. For the moment, we’re in a line of our own, our steps in time. And we flip back, all at once, as if we have never missed a step. We’re a little stunned, and we try to keep it going as long as we can. We just want it to last a moment more…
And we’re sitting, the three of us, looking out across the forest. We’re close enough our sides are touching and we feel one another breath. We’re not exactly talking, though every now and then Zerg or Scape or I will make some comment, about the past or the future or some little joke, and the other two will agree… and then we’ll fall back to just relaxing in true comfort. The horizon shifts from blue to white to pink as we relax, time folding into something odd and dream-like.
If the world ends tomorrow, I think, I can live with that – provided I can save this feeling for just a little longer, where maybe people in the world that comes after can find it, and know that it was a good world we have, even just in its moments.
That was adorable. ^^ Just
Just like a really nice dream.
Quad hasn't had that much fun
It was a great danceline,
I feel I must draw something
Today has been wonderful, we
"The forest whirls around us and changes texture as we go, from soft moss to hard clay, and Virgil is a streak before me, shifting color from tan to gold, gold to red, like a sunset."
... I can't help but to selfishly adore this description... Yes, I suppose his colours can vary in the suns light, unless you were describing all the sneezing. xD
Good days. <3
Seed sure seems blissful.
This is a wonderful entry, thank you for writing it!
Someone just woke me up and I
This was beautifully written as always. Never stop writing for us<3
-needs to link these to Nevilly's bio someday-
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It really was a great day. <3
I love the detail in this and how it catches the essance of the day without having to explicitly detail every last event.
Wow. I think this makes this
@Pega: Please do -- that would be epic ^^
@VCG: It's a good sentence. It can mean both. Aslo, yeah. Seed is totally blissed-out here. I worry that someone has slipped him something XD
@Rouda: Feel free. I don't really veiw these as that sort of thing, but I've had Arrowdoe link one of Aleit's appearances here. Also, wasn't getting him to yell for them to get a room the point?
@Zerg: Yup. Such was the point -- it was a long day for Seed, and a good chunk of it didn't make much sense.
Yua know, it even seemed
It was oddly nostalgic.
It was very nostalgic. We
The thing is, I started the
Never been a better time to switch deer and be on MSN at the same time.
Indeed.