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voidtreckerexpress2021-06-06 02:36 pm
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late night epic garden flowerpots [CLOSED]
Who: Elidibus, Xehanort
Where: Garden Carriage
When: Llama 16, late
What: Angst and also Other Things
Warnings: Emo is here. Also, combat discussions. Maybe actual combat. Likely FFXIV spoilers.
There were a few quiet places to be had, long after the train tries to send everyone to bed. Quiet rooms of course. The dining carriage, at that hour, likewise empty. There might be a place or two for solitude and silence, and Xehanort's found one in the garden carriage.
It didn't seem like much of a garden to him, with its lack of flowers, something he'd remedied with a suspiciously Platform-like pot of vividly colored geraniums, tucked now beside the small pond. But it was quiet, the sound of the fountain was relaxing, and it gave him somewhere to sit and continue to try to process all that had happened.
Being brought to new worlds, with new people and new situations should be an exciting prospect to be eagerly anticipated. He should be roaming the train seeing what there is to see and poking at everything new. He isn't. He just sits, and thinks. Having everything, everything kicked out from underneath him in the span of a handful of minutes had a way of painfully re-prioritizing one's goals.
It's clear from an external perspective that while the young researcher is watching the fountain - or the flowerpot - his attention is in fact elsewhere entirely.
Where: Garden Carriage
When: Llama 16, late
What: Angst and also Other Things
Warnings: Emo is here. Also, combat discussions. Maybe actual combat. Likely FFXIV spoilers.
There were a few quiet places to be had, long after the train tries to send everyone to bed. Quiet rooms of course. The dining carriage, at that hour, likewise empty. There might be a place or two for solitude and silence, and Xehanort's found one in the garden carriage.
It didn't seem like much of a garden to him, with its lack of flowers, something he'd remedied with a suspiciously Platform-like pot of vividly colored geraniums, tucked now beside the small pond. But it was quiet, the sound of the fountain was relaxing, and it gave him somewhere to sit and continue to try to process all that had happened.
Being brought to new worlds, with new people and new situations should be an exciting prospect to be eagerly anticipated. He should be roaming the train seeing what there is to see and poking at everything new. He isn't. He just sits, and thinks. Having everything, everything kicked out from underneath him in the span of a handful of minutes had a way of painfully re-prioritizing one's goals.
It's clear from an external perspective that while the young researcher is watching the fountain - or the flowerpot - his attention is in fact elsewhere entirely.