just a passing phase
[this is not a rare sight lately: Roxas sitting curled up in a chair in a corner of one of the common rooms. around the chair lies a massive amount of books on the most diverse subjects, ranging from How To Care For Your Horse to Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment.
there are pieces of paper sticking out of nearly all of them, marking the page he read before giving up and picking up the next book. there's a cup of now cold coffee and an open notebook on the table next to the chair.
he's not slept for days, fearing the strange dreams, fearing his now empty room. he's staring off into space, whispering to himself.
if you listen closely, you might hear the following, repeated again and again:]
The cake is a lie.
[ooc: he's not exactly built to be able to deal with emotional or psychological stress. and something (someone?) has been messing with his dreams.
edit: finally back :D.]
there are pieces of paper sticking out of nearly all of them, marking the page he read before giving up and picking up the next book. there's a cup of now cold coffee and an open notebook on the table next to the chair.
he's not slept for days, fearing the strange dreams, fearing his now empty room. he's staring off into space, whispering to himself.
if you listen closely, you might hear the following, repeated again and again:]
The cake is a lie.
[ooc: he's not exactly built to be able to deal with emotional or psychological stress. and something (someone?) has been messing with his dreams.
edit: finally back :D.]