Valya Czyz (thoushaltnoteat) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-07-04 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-17, eloisa, valya |
You are the moon that breaks the night
Who: Eloisa & Valya
Where: Home
When: Night
Sleep called her home. It was difficult to tell whether she did this more often recently or less so, but Valya's habit of pushing herself until her body demanded that she stop had always been there in varying degrees. This evening she had been trying to make up for what she worried may be seen as some kind of neglect, but they made it so hard these days. She saw Famine as more of her identity than her own name, but to her never ending frustration she could only achieve so much alone. And she was tired.
Muttering in her native tongue, she unlocked the door and pulled off boots she knew to be caked with mud before entering the house. How she always managed to return in such a mess, she would never know. She hardly cared. It had become a signature centuries ago. Somewhere between the front door and the bedroom the dirty clothes were pealed off in a single-minded haze. How she managed to get the ridiculous pyjamas on, she didn't know. But they were comfortable. And before she had given it any further thought, Valya had collapsed onto the bed, caring not at all whether the covers were on top of her or at which angle she was lying. The rest of the world could fret about trivia.