The days leading up to salvation was living through the End of the World. Not like it, it was it. It was searching in the dark, running blindly through the forest hoping to stumble over the man he loves just so he could find him. It was shouting his name tirelessly - GLITCH! AMBROSE! - until he lost his voice. It was telling DG in no uncertain terms that she was keeping the fire going out front every night while he went searching. He only returned to the cabin twice a day, for news and being forced to eat something, drink something, rest.
Rest... How could he rest when every fibre of his being crawls with the need to move, to be out there, to do something. He should've known. He shouldn't have been angry with Glitch for being late, or Ambrose for getting distracted like he promised he'd try not to... He should've gone for help sooner. He should've known.
Three days with no luck, and then, a blessing. A white dove, DG says, from Azkadellia. Glitch is alive. In the fields of the Papay. Looking for Cai--
He's running for the fields before she can finish reading the message, and she hurries to follow him, stick in hand. You never know when it might come in handy.
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Date: 2009-09-15 06:18 am (UTC)Rest... How could he rest when every fibre of his being crawls with the need to move, to be out there, to do something. He should've known. He shouldn't have been angry with Glitch for being late, or Ambrose for getting distracted like he promised he'd try not to... He should've gone for help sooner. He should've known.
Three days with no luck, and then, a blessing. A white dove, DG says, from Azkadellia. Glitch is alive. In the fields of the Papay. Looking for Cai--
He's running for the fields before she can finish reading the message, and she hurries to follow him, stick in hand. You never know when it might come in handy.