Kelchek Rivière (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} this_is_true) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-10-15 21:20:00 |
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Wednesday: February 13, 2008
Who Kelckek, Adela, and Susie. (Also Open if anyone is interested.)
When Mid Afternoon-ish.
Where Water Bungalow, then lake Alata'elen.
What Kelchek wakes up after his nearly eight month coma.
Nightmares of his last few minutes of consciousness plagued Kelchek’s mind. All too real were the images of that battle field just as their party reached the Balkan Mountains. Watching his newly found Elven friends die one by one as they tried to make their way to safety. He could still feel their pain as his own, until the explosion- a bright flash of red and yellow, then black. Emptiness was all that he could feel slowly consuming him, filling his thoughts and his lungs with nothing. He was suffocating.
“Donovan!” Kelchek shot up out of his nearly eight month coma yelling for the only other person left in their traveling party- his brother. His muscles ached from being immobile. “O, Où suis-je?” Wh, Where am I? He could feel the soreness of his throat as he quickly scanned the room; plain walls, wood floor, a few vases with different foliage, and windows, large windows with a view of the lake. Relief started to spread though his body knowing that water was so close to him. If only the woods were right there as well, he thought to himself knowing he was most comfortable in the woods or in water.
Using the end table he cautiously eased his way out of the all too comfortable bed. He looked at his feet in an attempt to stable himself and as he took his first unsteady step his arm knocked a small box off the shelf and unto the floor. His eyes started to water as he looked at its contents before him, a crystal pendant, a picture and a little black book. Kelchek kneeled down and grabbed the pendant necklace, its brilliance intensified by his tan chest as he placed it around his neck. He slid the black book under his pillow wanting to keep its contents of healing knowledge secret. Then he reached for the picture. Crinkled and a little torn, this picture meant more to him than anything.
He could no longer keep the tears back as he held the picture of his human lover, Matthew. Pain and remorse filled him as their final moments together filled his mind. Setting the picture on the end table Kelchek rushed to the window, projecting his emotions into the clear water that surrounded his new home, but not even that could help subside the pain he was feeling. "Pourquoi?" Why? But he was no longer alone. He could feel someone else’s energy behind him.
Who Kelckek, Adela, and Susie. (Also Open if anyone is interested.)
When Mid Afternoon-ish.
Where Water Bungalow, then lake Alata'elen.
What Kelchek wakes up after his nearly eight month coma.
Nightmares of his last few minutes of consciousness plagued Kelchek’s mind. All too real were the images of that battle field just as their party reached the Balkan Mountains. Watching his newly found Elven friends die one by one as they tried to make their way to safety. He could still feel their pain as his own, until the explosion- a bright flash of red and yellow, then black. Emptiness was all that he could feel slowly consuming him, filling his thoughts and his lungs with nothing. He was suffocating.
“Donovan!” Kelchek shot up out of his nearly eight month coma yelling for the only other person left in their traveling party- his brother. His muscles ached from being immobile. “O, Où suis-je?” Wh, Where am I? He could feel the soreness of his throat as he quickly scanned the room; plain walls, wood floor, a few vases with different foliage, and windows, large windows with a view of the lake. Relief started to spread though his body knowing that water was so close to him. If only the woods were right there as well, he thought to himself knowing he was most comfortable in the woods or in water.
Using the end table he cautiously eased his way out of the all too comfortable bed. He looked at his feet in an attempt to stable himself and as he took his first unsteady step his arm knocked a small box off the shelf and unto the floor. His eyes started to water as he looked at its contents before him, a crystal pendant, a picture and a little black book. Kelchek kneeled down and grabbed the pendant necklace, its brilliance intensified by his tan chest as he placed it around his neck. He slid the black book under his pillow wanting to keep its contents of healing knowledge secret. Then he reached for the picture. Crinkled and a little torn, this picture meant more to him than anything.
He could no longer keep the tears back as he held the picture of his human lover, Matthew. Pain and remorse filled him as their final moments together filled his mind. Setting the picture on the end table Kelchek rushed to the window, projecting his emotions into the clear water that surrounded his new home, but not even that could help subside the pain he was feeling. "Pourquoi?" Why? But he was no longer alone. He could feel someone else’s energy behind him.