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writetomyheart2015-07-17 10:30 pm
jojibear.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-07-17 10:30 pm
[Team SONIC] beyond
Starting word from here. (Speaking of which: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, ANSA?!?!?!?!?!)
Looks like we're playing Sonic tag again ;;
Tomorrow, Hakyeon vowed to himself, gingerly curling up under his thick covers.
Tomorrow night, once everyone had gone to bed and there was stillness within the house, that would be when he leaves this place. During the day, while the Master was away at work and the household staff were busy cleaning, he would pack only the most important things into a small bag, and when the Master returns in the afternoon, he would go about the rest of the day as normal. Then, in the dead of the night, he would steal away, leaving through his window and down the wooden frame of the creeping vine.
Tomorrow.
But for all the promises of tomorrow he made himself, Hakyeon hadn't thought about what he would do after he had left.
Where should he go now?
Except for the few times his Master had taken him out to the park — and he could count that number on one hand — Hakyeon had never left the house. Even then, they had been driven there, and his Master had never let him see outside the windows of the limosuine, covering them with thick, black blinds and occupying his attention and lips.
Hakyeon knew very little about what happened beyond the high walls that ran around the estate. Now that he was here, two feet firmly planted on the unfamiliar grey pavement, he didn't know what to do with himself. Where should he go now?
Tomorrow night, once everyone had gone to bed and there was stillness within the house, that would be when he leaves this place. During the day, while the Master was away at work and the household staff were busy cleaning, he would pack only the most important things into a small bag, and when the Master returns in the afternoon, he would go about the rest of the day as normal. Then, in the dead of the night, he would steal away, leaving through his window and down the wooden frame of the creeping vine.
Tomorrow.
But for all the promises of tomorrow he made himself, Hakyeon hadn't thought about what he would do after he had left.
Where should he go now?
Except for the few times his Master had taken him out to the park — and he could count that number on one hand — Hakyeon had never left the house. Even then, they had been driven there, and his Master had never let him see outside the windows of the limosuine, covering them with thick, black blinds and occupying his attention and lips.
Hakyeon knew very little about what happened beyond the high walls that ran around the estate. Now that he was here, two feet firmly planted on the unfamiliar grey pavement, he didn't know what to do with himself. Where should he go now?
Looks like we're playing Sonic tag again ;;
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oooh I want to know!!!!
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