Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThis is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
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Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:21 pm (UTC)He couldn’t feel the pain any more.
It was that absence, that nagging loss, that eventually drew him out of the merciful oblivion and opened his eyes in spite of himself. Blank gray canvas greeted his vision, broken by a dark gray line of a seam running from the center of the ceiling to a corner.
A tent.
It was familiar, but he couldn’t say what was familiar about it. Nothing was waiting inside the recognition to tell him: here, this is where you are, this is how long you’ve been there. It was as if he’d never known any other sky than the gray fabric. He lay in place unmoving, staring at the ceiling and gingerly feeling around in his memories, for some point of reference.
Like the tent ceiling that shut out the sky, something was blocking his view of the past. Memories of days just like this one, of this bed and this roof faded backwards in progression until they vanished into a dark mist; even trying to think farther back than that filled him with such cold dread that he began to shake. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as the involuntary movement of his body reawakened the pain