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[001] Absolute Solitude
Apr. 9th, 2006 01:07 pmHe let the silver fish-scale, cat-breath, mill-pond chain fall from finger to finger as he habitually fumbled with it in his pocket. He hadn't stopped thinking about the strange bar at the end of the universe, but he certainly hadn't forgotten about his original quest, the reason he was even out of the safety of Wall.
Tristran had turned his head several times as though to locate Wall, but it was certainly growing farther and farther away from his vision as far as he could tell.
He hadn't met anyone on his journey, certainly no one who could speak to him...merely a couple of tumbleweed clumps, some dying trees, a handful of black insects and one lone bird who appeared to be about as lost as he was.
He missed Victoria. Dreadfully. Sometimes it came in waves of sadness, other times it was merely a numbing backthought in the recesses of his mind. But always, he could see the deep greyness of her eyes, staring at him, oftentimes laughing at him. Her laughter was like a silvery orchestra of light chiming bells. It made something in his chest stir.
Letting the chain fall to the bottom of his pocket, Tristran reached for his rucksack and pulled out the last bit of his water. His left hand hit the side of the chunky wax. He hadn't used it after all, not because he didn't think it would work, but because he needed it for the journey back to Wall once he'd retrieved the star. And by the looks of it, the wax seemed unable to hold out for one trip, let alone two. He couldn't bear to waste it just yet.
Unscrewing the cap of his canteen, Tristran tilted his head back and let a couple droplets of water satiate his parched throat. Well, this certainly isn't working out at all according to plan, he thought miserably.
Tristran had turned his head several times as though to locate Wall, but it was certainly growing farther and farther away from his vision as far as he could tell.
He hadn't met anyone on his journey, certainly no one who could speak to him...merely a couple of tumbleweed clumps, some dying trees, a handful of black insects and one lone bird who appeared to be about as lost as he was.
He missed Victoria. Dreadfully. Sometimes it came in waves of sadness, other times it was merely a numbing backthought in the recesses of his mind. But always, he could see the deep greyness of her eyes, staring at him, oftentimes laughing at him. Her laughter was like a silvery orchestra of light chiming bells. It made something in his chest stir.
Letting the chain fall to the bottom of his pocket, Tristran reached for his rucksack and pulled out the last bit of his water. His left hand hit the side of the chunky wax. He hadn't used it after all, not because he didn't think it would work, but because he needed it for the journey back to Wall once he'd retrieved the star. And by the looks of it, the wax seemed unable to hold out for one trip, let alone two. He couldn't bear to waste it just yet.
Unscrewing the cap of his canteen, Tristran tilted his head back and let a couple droplets of water satiate his parched throat. Well, this certainly isn't working out at all according to plan, he thought miserably.
