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