( There's the chaos of the new "game" starting, so this text comes a while after it's started. In the downtime, between dealing with the influx of arrows and annoying little babies, Esikko finds himself back in his room, temporarily safe. But having already been hit by an assortment of arrows, he's not really safe, not from everything.
This huge suite is so isolating. And unlike normally, where he sucks it up and ignores it, writes in his journal a little, maybe draws some flowers or takes care of other plants— this time, he can't get the thoughts out of his mind until he does something.
And so. A message... That's a step, right? Not so irritating, but a small bandage over loneliness? )
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Date: 2/17/25 04:43 (UTC)This huge suite is so isolating. And unlike normally, where he sucks it up and ignores it, writes in his journal a little, maybe draws some flowers or takes care of other plants— this time, he can't get the thoughts out of his mind until he does something.
And so. A message... That's a step, right? Not so irritating, but a small bandage over loneliness? )
How are you holding up?