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Elijah Clément ([info]priceoffreedom) wrote in [info]nosuchplace,
@ 2008-11-15 00:01:00
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Monday: October 29, 2007
Who: Elijah and Umeko
When:Late morning
Where: Lake Alata’elen / Beach
What:

Elijah’s time in the haven had mostly been spent within the confines of his bungalow. He only went out to get food on occasion; he never went out to the Tiki Hut down the way or the Wine Bar in the town. Restaurant and café’s were out of the question, too. No, Elijah was happy living in solitude and organizing all of Aubert’s journals. It reminded him of the times he and the alchemist would spend days on end in the lab, testing theories and techniques, and writing down every last detail of the outcome, good or bad.

Though Elijah wouldn’t admit it out loud, he missed his alchemist.

But human relationships were just that – impermanent. Nothing lived forever, not even him. If he was an elemental he would exist until the end of time, but then he would have no memories. No experiences. No way of connecting with the world at all. It was a fair trade, in his opinion, to be given life and a consciousness in exchange for immortality. What was immortality anyway except heartbreak and sorrow? Live forever only to see the ones around you die and perish? No thank you, that wasn’t for the elemental. But at the same time, if everything died then what was the point in living at all?

He left his water bungalow today, and took a stroll down the beach in his bare feet. The sand felt good as they crept in between his toes. It was fine and smooth, and cool to the touch. He reveled in the feel of it, and sat down on the sand so that he could dig his hands into the beach as well. Elijah sighed, eyes gazing out toward the water longingly. He could hear some of the creatures that lingered just beneath the surface, and with flick of his hand he forced the water to rise up from the lake, forming a bubble that hovered above the waves. There within the floating bubble, was a small fish, and it continued to swim along as if nothing was wrong.

Elijah summoned the ball of water toward him and watched the fish with childlike curiosity. Its mouth opened and closed as it pushed water past its gills to deliver oxygen to the rest of its body. The water elemental’s lips pulled upward into a small smile, barely noticing the person who had come upon him.


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