unsea: (ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ.)
the darkling. ([personal profile] unsea) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-06-08 01:57 am (UTC)

I am used to a life where I must be on the move at moment's notice. The way things are now is - familiar.

[ Having to transition from rude awakening, to no longer being the only voice in his own head, to arrival here, at the Bearings - it is comparable to the rapid mobilization of troops, of long marches to and fro - on the trail of semi-mythical beasts. To war. And the battlefield. He has been in motion while on the cusp of exhaustion for weeks now. No need to lose his momentum now. He'll rest when they're through here. He'll allow himself to be overwhelmed when they're done.

There is no rhythm to be found. There is a resistance within him - firmly opposed to the call of the Nest. ]


Like barracks, [ he comments, about the Bearings, the shared rooms and the turn-taking. The word is nearly a laugh. ] We are little soldiers, are we not.

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