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Aeleus ([personal profile] abidingstoic) wrote in [community profile] reflectionsofdestiny 2012-07-09 05:19 am (UTC)

In a way, Aeleus supposes he's lucky; he's always been close to nature, and always appreciated the beauty it brings. It's something he doesn't like to sacrifice for his work--and almost never needs to, given how often his duties keep him outside to begin with. He loves to learn, finds their work in the laboratories fascinating..... but to remain locked up like this, hour after hour and day after day, conscious only of words on a page? That's nothing short of a slow suicide, a living death--a state that he'd never be so cruel as to allow Even to be consumed by it utterly.

After all, life can wait for you--but how often does it, really? The seconds tick past, the seasons roll by, and the years follow one another, creeping past on velvet feet--and finally, when you do look up at long last, you see the frost in your hair and the wrinkles etched into your face, and you're left to wonder what has become of your life while you weren't paying attention. What do you have to show for it? What do you even remember?

"It can wait, but it can also spoil, if you leave it sitting out for too long. Paper has a far longer shelf life."

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