"It's like in the great stories... The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why."
aldiara on May 16th, 2011 01:27 am (UTC) And now for something completely boring
The hockey team stands in a semi-circle, facing their newest player. No one quite meets anybody else's eyes.
Ingo has a fixed, manic smile on his lips. "This is awkward."
"No kidding." Deniz looks utterly confused.
"Someone ought to say something," says Andy.
The guys all seem to have compelling reasons why that someone should not be them.
Vanessa rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. Hey Frank!" she yells. The newbie flinches. "You play great, so you're on the team, obviously, but sweetie, do you think we've never seen boobs before?"
"More importantly, why would we mind them?” Florian asks, incredulous.