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[ everything had been. well. it had been something. while he really would have liked to think that things were beginning to calm down back on the mother of invention, it's really only just started, and now –
it's … funny, what you forget when you don't see a place for a while. things you don't think about, things you don't think to think about until they hit you like a proverbial ton of bricks. a smack to the back of the head that brings it all back full-force. a tidal wave.
when he finds himself on the plane again, it's the same as it ever was; the moment he steps foot across that threshold, it all comes rushing back at him, from his first trip to the beach with no water to being stabbed through the eyes because of a stupid joke, from being knocked on his ass by an alien-wash to being chased by a giant orange thing.
there's more, there's so much more, and it's come back to him in spades – all of which ends up giving him something of a raging freaking headache just for how much there is, and still, he doesn't think it'll stop anytime soon.
damn … teach me to stay away too long, huh? wonder what i've missed.
and there's another lingering thought, one that pushes and pulls and will not relent – one that involves finding a certain someone, the simple thought of which has something catching in the middle of his chest, and as he goes looking in any of the places he thinks she might be ( he can't be blamed for checking the bath house first, after all, that's where all the bonding had started, hadn't it? ) he has a feeling that she might be the one to come find him, just because she always does.
where are you, 'nara?
and thus, this would be york's triumphant return to the astral plane – wandering about as he had the very first time.
some things really don't change. ]
it's … funny, what you forget when you don't see a place for a while. things you don't think about, things you don't think to think about until they hit you like a proverbial ton of bricks. a smack to the back of the head that brings it all back full-force. a tidal wave.
when he finds himself on the plane again, it's the same as it ever was; the moment he steps foot across that threshold, it all comes rushing back at him, from his first trip to the beach with no water to being stabbed through the eyes because of a stupid joke, from being knocked on his ass by an alien-wash to being chased by a giant orange thing.
there's more, there's so much more, and it's come back to him in spades – all of which ends up giving him something of a raging freaking headache just for how much there is, and still, he doesn't think it'll stop anytime soon.
damn … teach me to stay away too long, huh? wonder what i've missed.
and there's another lingering thought, one that pushes and pulls and will not relent – one that involves finding a certain someone, the simple thought of which has something catching in the middle of his chest, and as he goes looking in any of the places he thinks she might be ( he can't be blamed for checking the bath house first, after all, that's where all the bonding had started, hadn't it? ) he has a feeling that she might be the one to come find him, just because she always does.
where are you, 'nara?
and thus, this would be york's triumphant return to the astral plane – wandering about as he had the very first time.
some things really don't change. ]
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