Dick Grayson is just wingin it (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nightwingingit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2014-04-19 11:40:00 |
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What:Idk
When:Today
Where:The silo
Warnings:nothing really
Kon had almost lost track of how long he'd been out on the silo. He didn't know if it was days or hours. He really didn't care one way or the other. The elements didn't bother him, only the light did. The damn same sun of Lawrence Kansas. No matter how many times he looked up at it, it was only a reminder of where he was. And yet, he couldn't be bothered to move. He'd once found peace on the silo back home, but now he did not. No matter where he went, there was none for him. So that was where he stayed.
A deep part of him felt badly for how he was acting, but the rest of him couldn't be bothered to care. He was tired of being the one who reassured everyone that everything would be okay when clearly it wasn't. He didn't have the energy anymore to be the one who endured. There was only so much he could take after pouring his heart into the city that kept taking from him. Connor was the last straw. He had nothing else to give.
The first few days he'd found himself escaping to the silo more and more, he tried to stop it. But now he didn't even attempt to get up anymore. He just lie on top of it and watched the sun. It felt as though at times it were even mocking him with how angry and hurt he was. Ever shining, and ever constant. The only things that were was day and night. Every morning the sun would rise and in the evening, fall again. That was all he felt he could count on. He had nothing to cling to than that, and even his faith in the elements was fickle. He was fishing and coming up empty until finally there was nothing. Just the emptiness he always claimed was easier.
Empty didn't mean the pain of loss was gone. Just numb. Or maybe as Kol had said, dull. Ever present. Sometimes he bothered to check the boards, but mostly he found nothing to say. It didn't seem to be an issue anyway, it wasn't like they were vital anymore.
He put the head phones in his ears and drowned out the world around him.