forthebothofus | Entries tagged with thinking too much

So...

[Branching out of her comfort zone is a hard thing.]

I'm looking to do some work. Building or making whatever people need. Not sure if I'll be able to do everything, but try me. And if I can't, might be able to find someone who can chip in where I slack off.

I'm pretty good with my hands.

[Even if no one wants or needs anything done, she's taken a liking to the boats in the boathouse. Perhaps she'll fix up one of the old boats down there. Given recent events, a hobby would do her well.]

That's about it. Lemme know.

[Across the page comes a feminine but untidy scrawl.]

One question, Deior. Why. What the hell is the point. Save the others, fine, but I don't get why you bothered with me.

[Feelings are not something Abeni's ever been used to. She doesn't know how to handle them, how to react to them, or what to do. Back at home she had a purpose, a drive, something to push her forward and work toward.

In the Keep, she's without that focus point. Zachariah might of been her initial reason for being brought back from the dead, or at least the reason she decided on herself, but as far as she can see, he's doing fine without her. She needs him more than he does her. It's a helplessness Abeni doesn't know what to do with.

Thus she's holed up in the boathouse, a bottle of liquor in her hand as she makes a poor attempt at drinking away her sorrows. If only her alcohol tolerance was even close to what it used to be. It's been a day or two since she's gone anywhere near the stables.

Abeni is hiding, speaking out only because of the alcohol in her system.]

[It was rare for Abeni to sleep so soundly, and yet in the Stables loft, on the pile of straw she'd called her bed for the past few months, Abeni was having the best sleep she'd had in a long time.

Exhaustion was perhaps the reason, or maybe that she was finally starting to relax, even just a little. Knowing that her partner was right there beside her was a comfort in itself. Abeni didn't think she would rest even a quarter as well as she did without him around. Of course, she left him the option to go as he pleased, but was quietly grateful when he did not.

This night there were no nightmares, no sounds to wake her, and she would make the most of it.]

[Out on the lake is a lone rowboat, the oars pulled in that they don't get lost and the boat left to drift as it pleases. Inside it is Abeni, her feet the only visible part of her to any that can't see directly into the boat. She's stretched out, hands behind her head and feet up on the sides, staring at the clouds as they roll by.

At some point she pulls out her journal, flicks through the pages a bit before voicing a thought for all to hear.]

Anyone else think this place is a second chance? Another go at life?

[She's adjusted well enough to being alive again. Abeni just doesn't understand why. For the moment, she'll just relax how she can and try to work her way through the mass of thoughts in her head.]

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i'm not relaxed or comfortable

i'm aggravation and rage.

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