MIDNIGHT

Dec 31, 2009 23:40

[Midnight comes in, amidst the cheer and the partying. The first few seconds are quiet, as if the castle's waiting for something, and then every resident feels it:

A strong, familiar-but-can't-quite-place-it hand on their shoulder, invisible to the eye but undeniably there. Time seems to stand still for a moment, the atmosphere as frozen as the old night air, and the hand lingers, heavily. And then, there comes the voice of someone trusted, saying:

"Welcome home, forever, Traveler."

And then it's gone.]

[Posting a touch early because... most of us are going to be busy when the clock strikes twelve. Anyway, reactions go here, to avoid flooding the comm ♥ Threadhop away!]

!home sweet home

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