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buildstherobots ([personal profile] buildstherobots) wrote2010-11-19 11:08 am
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[41] and there's our little willow weeping

...I can't believe they're all gone.

[For those that know him, they'll note that his voice is softer than it's ever been before. After he makes the call he stares blankly at the phone for a moment or two before setting it down.

Those walking down Beaver Street might see Dist outside in his driveway, like he is almost constantly, but he hardly seems like himself. There are parts strewn all over, both from the Kaiser and from the car, as though he was intending to do some sort of repairs but forgot what he was doing halfway through; he's sitting amidst the mess, staring out at the street with an expression that's somewhere between misery and rage. Sol is curled up in his lap, and next to them is a pot with a single white flower. Now that Anise is gone, taking care of the selenia has fallen to him.

He may or may not snap and scream at you if you come too close.]

[identity profile] dodo-master.livejournal.com 2010-11-19 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cynric's on his way back from a grocery store when he passes by the mess, and sees Dist amongst is. "Despondent" wasn't a mood he was used to seeing on you.]

Ah, Dist? Something the matter?

[identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com 2010-11-21 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Dist looks up, a little bit surprised to see the boy. He shakes his head.]

I just... this wave of dronings has taken away far too many people. I didn't even LIKE her that much!

[identity profile] dodo-master.livejournal.com 2010-11-21 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry to hear it. Her who? This town is always doing that. You grow attached to someone, and off Mayfield sends them, so it seems.