Post by Elric Vlarintos on Dec 24, 2009 23:07:52 GMT -5
Christmas was a joyful time for many, though there were plenty who did not observe it. Regardless, the passing of the winter solstice was typically understood by most individuals and Christmas was a good excuse to celebrate. There were so very few reasons to do that here. It would be cruel to try and convince anyone not to try and have a good time when the opportunity presented itself.
Still, that didn't prevent sorrowful reminders of the time of season from cropping up every once in a while. For Elric those memories were more painful than he'd rather admit. Combining that with the stressful wonders a new master could work on a slave this was a particularly bad December for Elric. Even in light of that he still intended to make a peculiar observance that he did every year.
The best that Elric could figure December the twenty-fourth was his anniversay of his arrival in Wonderland. At some point at the hours between Christmas Eve and Christmas he had come here. That story was about as common knowledge as other personal information about Elric, however. Not many people spoke to him so few had ever asked him such personal questions about his life. Every year he went out into the woods on his own with roughly the same amount of things he had taken with him 'the night he died'.
It was likely that no one would notice him missing until morning, if they noticed him even then. He might even be back before anything like that happened. Even if he wasn't back he had left gifts for those few individuals who he actually spoke to once in a while in his room on his bed.
Those were his thoughts when he had first set out into the woods. Now he had surrounded himself with snow in an attempt to keep the wind from chilling him to the bone. It felt colder than he had remembered winter being and the frozen grasp of the air did not wish to release him from its grip this time. His body was numb and he spent hours alone in the dark. His feeble attempts to keep a fire going had failed and left him with nothing but the smoldering remnants of a little kindling.
"What time is it?" he muttered out loud. He didn't say it to hear himself speak, but more to be certain that he still could speak. He lost track of time and really couldn't be certain how long he had been out here. One old blanket wrapped around his shoulders wasn't doing much to keep him warm. Try as he might, it was getting harder to fend off sleep. Elric knew better than to rest his eyes, but he also knew that nothing would happen if he stayed awake the whole night.
Occasionally exhaustion began to overcome him, and when he shut his eyes to blink they would sometimes stay shut for minutes at a time. One of the times he opened his eyes he noticed that it had begun to snow. Am I finally going home? he thought to himself. Shutting his eyes once more he would either not open them on his own until morning, if he ever opened them again.
Still, that didn't prevent sorrowful reminders of the time of season from cropping up every once in a while. For Elric those memories were more painful than he'd rather admit. Combining that with the stressful wonders a new master could work on a slave this was a particularly bad December for Elric. Even in light of that he still intended to make a peculiar observance that he did every year.
The best that Elric could figure December the twenty-fourth was his anniversay of his arrival in Wonderland. At some point at the hours between Christmas Eve and Christmas he had come here. That story was about as common knowledge as other personal information about Elric, however. Not many people spoke to him so few had ever asked him such personal questions about his life. Every year he went out into the woods on his own with roughly the same amount of things he had taken with him 'the night he died'.
It was likely that no one would notice him missing until morning, if they noticed him even then. He might even be back before anything like that happened. Even if he wasn't back he had left gifts for those few individuals who he actually spoke to once in a while in his room on his bed.
Those were his thoughts when he had first set out into the woods. Now he had surrounded himself with snow in an attempt to keep the wind from chilling him to the bone. It felt colder than he had remembered winter being and the frozen grasp of the air did not wish to release him from its grip this time. His body was numb and he spent hours alone in the dark. His feeble attempts to keep a fire going had failed and left him with nothing but the smoldering remnants of a little kindling.
"What time is it?" he muttered out loud. He didn't say it to hear himself speak, but more to be certain that he still could speak. He lost track of time and really couldn't be certain how long he had been out here. One old blanket wrapped around his shoulders wasn't doing much to keep him warm. Try as he might, it was getting harder to fend off sleep. Elric knew better than to rest his eyes, but he also knew that nothing would happen if he stayed awake the whole night.
Occasionally exhaustion began to overcome him, and when he shut his eyes to blink they would sometimes stay shut for minutes at a time. One of the times he opened his eyes he noticed that it had begun to snow. Am I finally going home? he thought to himself. Shutting his eyes once more he would either not open them on his own until morning, if he ever opened them again.
