11 ♐ Patience, n. A minor form of dispair, disguised as a virtue

[aim_exorable]

Who: Darkleer and anyone/everyone
When: Saturday, starting in the morning and lasting far into the night
Where: The plaza
Style: Any, will follow
Status: Open

He wakes up that morning feeling... calm, in a way. No, calm isn't the word. Darkleer isn't quite sure what his feelings are doing, but it isn't something objectionable. It's almost hardly noticeable as he goes about a regular morning minus two adolescent highbloods. And at some point, he finds himself needing to leave the hive on some minor errand, something he could do at a later time but he simply decides to get it out of the way sooner. It brings him towards the area of the plaza...

And in the plaza, by the sprawling mass of the coral Lamufao, he pauses.

In his memories, he recalls someone who would lazily sprawl against him and drawl out things to tease him. He remembers a warm shoulder beneath his palm who'd lean against him now and then. Darkleer remembers other people, people who have never been here but he thinks maybe there's a slim chance they could be...

Deciding that his errand can wait for now- it isn't going anywhere, Darkleer knows- he goes over to one of the benches in the center of the plaza and takes a seat.

That's where he stays the entire day, and well into the night, just watching and waiting. He has a very long life, after all.

A long life and so much patience.

Comments

[aim_exorable]

[Most of the people passing by are easily ignored. It all fades out into white noise if he waits long enough. When someone actually speaks, however, he has to shake himself out of it, blinking.]

Hm? Oh, hello... Sola. [Did he get that right?] I'm perfectly fine. I'm simply waiting.

[replicatedcourage]

Oh. Waiting for what?

[Inquisitive Hylian is inquisitive~]

[aim_exorable]

For the others to come back, or arrive.

[It's said just very calmly, like it isn't kind of pathetic.]

[replicatedcourage]

[The admission quiets Sola, who turns to look back at the coral for a very long moment. There have been quite a few new arrivals, he'd made some friends, and he knows people sometimes do come back again. He thinks of Izaya, of Ion, of Signless' smiling face, of Psiioniic going on about Vatheon Shore.

Without a word, Sola climbs onto the bench next to Darkleer and sits.]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer politely moves aside a bit to give him enough room.]

Are you sure you don't have other things to do?

[He could have swore he saw the other passing by before...]

[replicatedcourage]

It's okay. I can get the starfish tokens later.

[He kind of has a ton of them. After his initial buying spree of every item in the Hyrule shop all he really gets anymore is Lon Lon Milk and his errand business keeps him much busier than that.

He'd rather wait here in case his Trolldads do come back.]

[aim_exorable]

Alright.

[He can understand that. Darkleer doesn't say anything else. He simply shifts his hand until its on the bench between the two of them, and keeps his palm up. It's a silent offer if Sola wants to take it.]

[replicatedcourage]

[Sola looks up at Darkleer at the gesture, unsure at whether it's an offer of comfort for him or the seeking of it for the Troll. And then he realizes it doesn't matter.

Sola takes Darkleer's hand, curling his smaller fingers into the much larger palm.

And waits.]