"Dreams are illustrations..."
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metem_logsCharacters: Baldr and whoever happens to want to nose about.
Date/Time: Backdated to December 29, 2012
Location: A less traveled corner of the stairs
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Probably slightly angsty. We shall see.
Summary: It's Sean's birthday, and he has a book with his divine memories in it, and he's trying to understand it to very little avail.
So, he's convinced he's losing his mind.
He realized this morning that when he took a look at the calendar, he'd been mushing his dates together in his mind, having announced his own birthday nearly two weeks prematurely. Ah, well, he thinks sourly, considering that this generally happened when he didn't have something to do to keep his days straight. Not much to be done about it today. My parents are probably flipping the fuck out...
People seem to be milling around and doing their own...whatever it is that god sorts do, and after the incident with Athena and Triton, he's in a mood to spend some time on his own.
Again.
He's found a spot in a corner on one of the stair landings and tucked himself away, much as he did when he was a child and had often found various library corners during college to study. There is something very comforting in of itself for Sean, and though some here might know him as 'Baldr', it is difficult to grasp onto. With a racing heart, he opens the scrapbook full of what Athena referred to as his old memories. In truth, he hasn't touched it since he'd seen the picture of the glowing man and his equally glowy significant other. A pain hit him like a Louisville Slugger, and a name that wasn't Jehanne's escaped his lips.
He sighs, looking over the drawings, the little trinkets of bygone days, and wonders how in the world any of this is supposed to help.
Date/Time: Backdated to December 29, 2012
Location: A less traveled corner of the stairs
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Probably slightly angsty. We shall see.
Summary: It's Sean's birthday, and he has a book with his divine memories in it, and he's trying to understand it to very little avail.
So, he's convinced he's losing his mind.
He realized this morning that when he took a look at the calendar, he'd been mushing his dates together in his mind, having announced his own birthday nearly two weeks prematurely. Ah, well, he thinks sourly, considering that this generally happened when he didn't have something to do to keep his days straight. Not much to be done about it today. My parents are probably flipping the fuck out...
People seem to be milling around and doing their own...whatever it is that god sorts do, and after the incident with Athena and Triton, he's in a mood to spend some time on his own.
Again.
He's found a spot in a corner on one of the stair landings and tucked himself away, much as he did when he was a child and had often found various library corners during college to study. There is something very comforting in of itself for Sean, and though some here might know him as 'Baldr', it is difficult to grasp onto. With a racing heart, he opens the scrapbook full of what Athena referred to as his old memories. In truth, he hasn't touched it since he'd seen the picture of the glowing man and his equally glowy significant other. A pain hit him like a Louisville Slugger, and a name that wasn't Jehanne's escaped his lips.
He sighs, looking over the drawings, the little trinkets of bygone days, and wonders how in the world any of this is supposed to help.
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