Kristi cel Tinar (molniya) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-06-20 19:40:00 |
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The years had passed speedily, now that Kristi had time to consider it. He remembered a time previously when the days had crawled, every one the same as the day before, and likely the same as the one to come after. Unlike most children, Kristi had avoided school from as early an age as possible, separated by language barriers, education barriers, and, of course, a general level of difference that pervaded any and every fragile friendship the youngster had ever attempted. In all honesty, though, he hadn't tried very hard.
Here he was, though, twenty years old as of three days past, catching up on a friendship with a person he hadn't seen in... years. Wasn't it only old people who said things like that? Sure it was, but apparently twenty was the opening bracket for 'days of the elderly'. Not only were days flying past, Kristi himself was experiencing the distracted, flighty mind of a Senior Moment. lol.
Back on his original railtrack, the Russian steepled his fingers on the cool surface of his chosen table at the cafe. As ever, he cut a sharp figure, conspicuous if only for the platinum shock of hair gracing his head, a polar opposite to the monochrome black fabric encasing him from the neck down. A milkless double shot of espresso sat beside his left hand, half imbibed and refilled with a shot of vodka left over from his jaunt to the kitchens with Summer, liquid that now sat invisibly beneath the slouching curve of Kristi's back. He was waiting for Kat, the girl from Vegas whose disappearance had been quite the coincidence, if one took burst water pipes and batshit nightmares into account. Not that Kristi did, of course, and not that he was pointing any fingers.
Somehow it wasn't too much of a surprise that Kat, of all people, was attending Halcyon, of all places - and had been, it seemed, for quite some time. Kris wouldn't exactly say it gave him the feeling of rainbows, snuggly toys and spiced wine at Christmas, but maybe, just maybe, having someone he already knew knocking around would help him get into the swing of things more smoothly. Vacation was great, of course, but who knew what would happen when rigid schedules and tasking teachers rolled onto the drawing board?
He took a sip from the citron-flavoured pitch of his bitter coffee, and mused to himself, brooding over the ripples in the liquid. A lot of things had changed over those past years, the many years. The shadow falling over his table suggested history was catching up, however, and Kristi's head lifted to greet it.