_kaegan (_kaegan) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2014-02-28 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: hermes maiason, character: kaegan grady, location: carrick estate, thread: in progress, |week: 09, ~date: 09/september 05 |
Who: Kaegan [and OPEN]
When: Thursday, September fifth; week 9
Where: Carrick Estate
Why: Because he has lunar musings.
Warning: None unless you count wax poetic.
Kaegan climbed deftly out the window, careful not to trip on the blanket draped around his shoulders. The rough shingles tickled at his feet as he moseyed around on the roof, looking up to the night sky. Kaegan paused as he took in the view, momentarily breathless. Deciding gazing eastward would be ideal, he crouched low before seating himself, settling comfortably with his back against an exterior wall.
Opening the blanket, Kaegan lifted the binoculars hanging against his chest, making a mental note to return them to the library where he often surveyed the landscape, curious as to whether he could find the birds printed on the pages of the books scattered around him. Pulling his knees against his chest, Kaegan peered high above the horizon and his lips curled into a grin when he found Cassiopeia, five brilliant stars shaped into a W. Becoming momentarily dizzy after he lifted the binoculars to his eyes, Kaegan steadied his hands, slowly traveling among the stars. And then he found it—the Andromeda Galaxy.
He sighed dreamily, leaving the binoculars to dangle around his neck as he squinted up at the Heavens. Kaegan shivered pleasantly, looking 2.5 million years into the past. “Time travel,” he whispered reverently with a smile, careful not to disrupt the universe around him.
A tiny sliver in the sky, Kaegan knew the moon wasn’t lonely. The face he couldn’t see was lit up in interaction with her constant companion; the moon and sun were embracing. When the moon was full, she was the furthest from her friend although she appeared to be whole and bright despite her loneliness. She had many faces; more to her than what met the eye, always relentless and beautiful despite being cratered by imperfections.
His mother’s words came back to him, echoing throughout his chest. You have the soul of a poet, she had murmured beside the crackling fire. He chuckled as he had then, grinning up into the past. “More like the soul of a clown,” he recited words of long ago, a life no longer his. Kaegan wiggled his toes against the coarse roof, and listened closely to the cricket’s lullaby, the fluttering wings of nocturnal creatures and the croaking of amphibians relocated from their homes in the recent flood, the Earth alive and breathing in the darkness of the new moon.