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rainbowfic2015-08-02 09:22 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-02 09:22 pm
Alien Green 3
Name: starphotographs
Story: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_njy7ocZSeQ1qct03ko1_540.jpg.html
Characters: Corwin
Colors: Alien Green 3 (Have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?)
Word Count: 300~
Rating: G
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Some places are better than others.
Note: Like a lot of one-off scenes with Corwin, this is based on something that happened to me.
A long time ago, I used to spend a lot of time in this huge granite structure, set back in a grove of trees. I think it was supposed to be a memorial or monument to something, but I wasn’t really sure. I never thought to get a good look at the plaques.
All I know is that it had clacking marble floors and big columns, like an ancient temple. The smooth stone and the shade inside were always cool, even in the dead of summer. So I’d walk the whole way there, no matter how hot it was, so I could sit and think, or maybe play a game or do some reading, in a place that was comfortable, and felt like it was my very own.
Because I’d never seen anyone else there, and that was part of the magic.
When I moved away for college, I made a list in my head, of the things I would miss most of all. The structure was one of them. And I never found a good replacement.
Not for any lack of trying. I sat in doorways, and under trees, and at tables in pavilions in the park, and none of them were quite right. Some were good, and I kept going back to those, but none of them were ever My Place in that same way.
The first time I went home on break, my parents got annoyed at me, for wanting to go for a walk the minute I got home. As far as they were concerned, it was just another example of how weird and distant and vaguely inappropriate I was.
But, to me, it was so much more.
I would have explained, but I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come.
It was just that important.
starphotographsStory: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_njy7ocZSeQ1qct03ko1_540.jpg.html
Characters: Corwin
Colors: Alien Green 3 (Have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?)
Word Count: 300~
Rating: G
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Some places are better than others.
Note: Like a lot of one-off scenes with Corwin, this is based on something that happened to me.
A long time ago, I used to spend a lot of time in this huge granite structure, set back in a grove of trees. I think it was supposed to be a memorial or monument to something, but I wasn’t really sure. I never thought to get a good look at the plaques.
All I know is that it had clacking marble floors and big columns, like an ancient temple. The smooth stone and the shade inside were always cool, even in the dead of summer. So I’d walk the whole way there, no matter how hot it was, so I could sit and think, or maybe play a game or do some reading, in a place that was comfortable, and felt like it was my very own.
Because I’d never seen anyone else there, and that was part of the magic.
When I moved away for college, I made a list in my head, of the things I would miss most of all. The structure was one of them. And I never found a good replacement.
Not for any lack of trying. I sat in doorways, and under trees, and at tables in pavilions in the park, and none of them were quite right. Some were good, and I kept going back to those, but none of them were ever My Place in that same way.
The first time I went home on break, my parents got annoyed at me, for wanting to go for a walk the minute I got home. As far as they were concerned, it was just another example of how weird and distant and vaguely inappropriate I was.
But, to me, it was so much more.
I would have explained, but I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come.
It was just that important.