| song of silks |
[Mar. 23rd, 2013|02:05 am] |
The scene was as lovely as usual. The sun was out and the wind teased the docks, ropes swaying by the wood and saltwater staining all it touched. Various ships, no matter their size, were majestic, these creations that held so many people and secrets. There were stories on those ships, the boats exchanging them with each other in a language only they knew. Seabirds cried, settling on the siding, posts, and whichever they could get ( a hold of ) |
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| Family, Friends, and Frustration |
[Nov. 27th, 2012|03:05 pm] |
Sometimes he drank.
It’s a bad habit, one that he would do well to stop, but, well…he just can’t seem to do so. It’s better than the opium that used to consume him (no one just consumes opium, he learned- it consumes you) and at least he doesn’t wake up craving more.
But it’s a bad habit all the same, because, well.
( Drunken weaving is more or less a pointless endeavor. ) |
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| Red and Gold |
[Nov. 19th, 2012|07:21 pm] |
Exhaustion.
“No, no, not yet.”
The shuttle slides back and forth as the treadles are pushed up, down, up, down, one by one, the reed pulled back, forth, back, forth. Faint light from the afternoon sun streams in through the windows that run all the way along the South wall of the studio. Dust motes dance in the air, mixed with the tiny fragments of wool and the ( threads that are always in evidence. ) |
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[Nov. 11th, 2012|12:57 am] |
Please welcome our new characters!
A rumor post and other mod information shall be posted tomorrow as well! And as a reminder...work on your prompts! If scheduling with your partner is difficult, please try scening via email.
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