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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 7:41:48 GMT -5
Tea nodded. "I need to be reminded constantly." Fortunately he had several people willing to do just that: remind him. He sighed. The hardest part is waiting. And there is always a line or a room somewhere, specifically for that. Waiting. "You'll learn to enjoy the quiet times eventually, I promise." Because having everything spinning out of control was just as exhausting as waiting to get better, or to not feel pain anymore.
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Post by DestinyJoyHope on Mar 7, 2016 12:12:18 GMT -5
“To be honest, I’ve never liked the quiet times,” Eve remarked. “Even before everything went to hell. Back then I had different reasons, but silence and waiting has never really been my thing.” If she wasn’t going to get better anytime soon, she’d rather distract herself with just about anything than to wait alone with her thoughts. “It’s not like the waiting’s ever done much for me.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 18:17:16 GMT -5
Tea nodded. He could understand. "Do you read? Draw? Write, perhaps?" He used to write a lot in vain attempts at distracting himself from his situation. He'd take note after note after note. He had learned early on it was unwise to write down personal opinions unless it was buried under code. There was always someone ready to rifle through his notes after all. But perhaps she could pick up a hobby as a source of distraction.
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Post by DestinyJoyHope on Mar 18, 2016 11:46:29 GMT -5
Eve thought for a moment and replied, “I know how to read and write, I just had never been all that interested. There wasn’t really any reason for me to anyways.” Between watching over her ward and late-night explorations, the written word had rarely passed either of those priorities. The same went for drawing. But they hadn’t gone through her head in months until he mentioned it. “Is that what you do?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 15:45:44 GMT -5
Tea nodded. "Used to. I ought to pick writing back up again." Now there wasn't anyone snooping around looking for ways to hurt him. He shook his head. He didn't need that paranoid thought. "I still read a great deal. Fairy tales and fantasy mostly." They tended to have sweeter endings than the life he has led. It was almost . . . hopeful.
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