sweatycoward: (that's all right)
treavor pendleton ([personal profile] sweatycoward) wrote in [community profile] kingdomsofrain 2019-03-26 04:43 am (UTC)

You sure? I was kind of hoping you'd give up on me after that.

Not me. Not me, I mean. The story. Shit.

Okay. Okay...


[ ... ... ... ]

There was nothing for five, ten minutes. Only the spring of wet grass, rise and fall of his own breath, and the sky gone purple and carmine. End of the world, he thought, only the notion didn't startle him, only if this was the end of the world, it wasn't such a terrible way to go. Everything was ease. Everything was settled.

The man didn't think what had happened. The man didn't wonder, or need to.

He sat on the grass, elbows propped upon his knees, letting the damp soak through him, and even that wasn't unwanted, even the damp reminded him of sitting half-submerged in a stream, memory from years and years ago, the water fresh and renewing in each moment, gracing him with some unspoken gift.

Another five minutes, ten minutes, who could count the time. The grass stayed where the grass was and the damp crept further through him and it all, still all felt right. Him and the world, just him in the world.

And then there came a sound.

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