witchoftheflesh: Colin O'Donoghue (Thinking - Distant Stare)
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Adrian really appreciated winter. It wrapped the grove up in silence and stillness, a hush blanketing over the woods. Winter was a time of rest and restoration; a hard season yes, especially for animals, but the world slumbered and the rhythm of the cycles slowed and the season itself brought beauty, especially if you knew where to look.

Today, he was taking some time to just enjoy the season, become as one with it as possible. He sat out on his porch, a cup of coffee in hand, wrapped in a thickly-knit blanket, and just enjoyed the serenity.

Surely it would last.

[For one, please!]

Date: 2025-02-22 09:17 pm (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (ivy: my home)
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Pam shook her head. And then she sagged backwards, until she was laying prone on the floor.

She made a rattling noise that could charitably be called an extended "eugh".

Date: 2025-02-22 09:50 pm (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: curled lip)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
"I'm going to sound very whiny if I say 'why can't it ever be easy', huh," Pam told the ceiling.

Date: 2025-02-23 07:11 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (ivy: my home)
From: [personal profile] joan_of_bark
Pam blew out a little puff of a breath.

"Why can't it ever be easy?"

Date: 2025-02-23 09:47 am (UTC)
joan_of_bark: (pam: casual aside)
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Pam looked over at him, wry look written all over her face. "It sucks," she agreed. "Don't you ever get tempted to just hide out in your grove for a while?"

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