mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice
Rasmus was loathe to have to do it. Long Night came around quickly every year, and he never felt quite prepared to leave his herd to hole up somewhere safe. He knew, he absolutely knew, that the Luxere would be fine without him. It didn't help the twinge of unease he felt as he walked away. He'd piled hay high so they could munch as much as they'd like for the next two weeks. Their antlers would ward away anything nasty. Unfortunately they couldn't keep away the incessant cold; it was beginning to creep up Rasmus's bones even now.
He knew he had to seek shelter, that he wouldn't survive if he stayed in his own little home. It did him fine in the depths of winter, just not during Long Night. Long Night held a different kind of cold. It was menacing, a death grip, pulling you under the ice. It wouldn't do his Luxere any good to be out in that; if he was dead, how would he feed them? Still, he felt a pang of guilt now as he walked into the sanctuary. That was amplified by the unease he felt, walking into the familiar place.
Being a Natural, and being Halo-born, Rasmus knew most people. Even so, he felt like a hermit, an outcast, more familiar with the tundra then the Citadel itself. It wasn't the peoples fault; in fact, Rasmus found most of Halo's population very welcoming, but he just couldn't put himself out there. It was his own fault. He had basically ostracized himself. He had a wide, fixed grin on his face as he made his way into the swarm of people, waving in a slightly awkward way. "As always, thank you all. Don't think I'd be alive if it wasn't for your continuing efforts during Long Night to keep us all safe." His tone was jokey, jovial, and directed at Morgan and Noah, since they seemed to be in charge, even if his words were sincere. He went about finding himself a fairly secluded spot.
He knew he had to seek shelter, that he wouldn't survive if he stayed in his own little home. It did him fine in the depths of winter, just not during Long Night. Long Night held a different kind of cold. It was menacing, a death grip, pulling you under the ice. It wouldn't do his Luxere any good to be out in that; if he was dead, how would he feed them? Still, he felt a pang of guilt now as he walked into the sanctuary. That was amplified by the unease he felt, walking into the familiar place.
Being a Natural, and being Halo-born, Rasmus knew most people. Even so, he felt like a hermit, an outcast, more familiar with the tundra then the Citadel itself. It wasn't the peoples fault; in fact, Rasmus found most of Halo's population very welcoming, but he just couldn't put himself out there. It was his own fault. He had basically ostracized himself. He had a wide, fixed grin on his face as he made his way into the swarm of people, waving in a slightly awkward way. "As always, thank you all. Don't think I'd be alive if it wasn't for your continuing efforts during Long Night to keep us all safe." His tone was jokey, jovial, and directed at Morgan and Noah, since they seemed to be in charge, even if his words were sincere. He went about finding himself a fairly secluded spot.
we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
RASMUS
