Blackwood Grove, Fandom, Wednesday Afternoon

[witchoftheflesh]

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!]

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[witchoftheflesh]

"So? Whine. This situation sucks," Adrian said. "Whine away."

[joan_of_bark]

Pam blew out a little puff of a breath.

"Why can't it ever be easy?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Because we're all individual universes of wants, needs, and drives, very few of which actually conform to anything approaching logic, and they frequently come into conflict with other people's, even when we want nothing more than to be in step," Adrian offered, laying back on the ground as well. Solidarity, you know?

"And also, it sucks."

[joan_of_bark]

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?"

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian straight up laughed at that. "I do that a lot," he admitted. "I thought that once I got out of the Grove back home I'd barely step back into mine. But I find I'm in here more often than not. It's...a lot to get used to out there. And everyone is a lot. All the time."