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Contemplation (Freeform Fic)
Monday, 12 August 2013 23:30![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
forgotten_vowsIt's quiet up here.
That's what Forgotten likes about this spot. Downstairs, the Inkwell hums with life and energy and the general chaoticness that results when you put so many muses in one place and tell them to call it home. But on the roof, the world is peaceful. He sits on the very edge, as far away from where he thinks the bar is as possible, dangling his legs over the ledge and looking up at the night sky. Stars twinkle in a sea of velvet black, and a soft breeze rustles his hair. It's soothing. Gentle. Calming. Nice.
( He needs it. )
That's what Forgotten likes about this spot. Downstairs, the Inkwell hums with life and energy and the general chaoticness that results when you put so many muses in one place and tell them to call it home. But on the roof, the world is peaceful. He sits on the very edge, as far away from where he thinks the bar is as possible, dangling his legs over the ledge and looking up at the night sky. Stars twinkle in a sea of velvet black, and a soft breeze rustles his hair. It's soothing. Gentle. Calming. Nice.
( He needs it. )
