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tamingthemuseTitle: Hope for the Future
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Circadian rhythm
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: After Bahia’s last will, Zoysia learns to live in the modern world. Sequel to http://tamingthemuse.livejournal.com/1713989.html
Zoysia cupped his chin in his hands, gazing out at the street so full of people. Before coming here, he had never seen so many people in all of his life. Now, he saw hundreds of people everyday, and not always the same people. It was as scary as it was thrilling.
Sometimes it made him want to run and hide away where he could just forget all about this other world that Bahia had opened up to him. It was so crowded and noisy. Did these people not know the pleasure of silence?
Then he tilted his head up toward the sunlight peeking through the window of the café. He supposed that if he had had the sun the way these people had it, he would be so full of life as well. The sun was wonderful, and he loved the plants that grew under the sun’s light.
He loved the flowers and their myriad colors. He love the sound of tree leaves in the wind, but what he loved the most, was the grass. The soft grass that was underfoot when he had the free time to slip off his shoes.
Sadly, he didn’t have must free time anymore.
Bermuda kept him busy with studies and with projects to keep Bahia’s memory alive. Not that Zoysia minded. He loved learning and he wanted to do the work that Bahia had gave his life to.
He had been here nearly a year now, and he was sorely homesick. His mother on the other hand, was quite in love with this world. She also didn’t have to come out into the city for classes nor for work. Bahia’s wealth had been enough to see that Zoysia needn’t ever worry about his mother’s care while in this world, and for that, Zoysia was quite happy. He loved that she finally got to relax and enjoy life.
Their lives had changed completely. His whole circadian rhythm was thrown out of sort. When he saw the snow fall in this world for the first time he had felt the strongest urge to pack up and move south. The next day, the snow was gone, and he was left feeling empty and anxious. He could see the same thing in his mother’s eyes as she stared out the window of their small house.
But with the onset of winter and the thick blanket of snow, they learned that snow wasn’t always all consuming and dangerous. Sometimes it could be fun. And sometimes it melted away. A bird was chirping happily in a nearby tree and Zoysia sighed happily. They had a saying here; spring always came. He loved the idea behind that saying. It was always so hopeful.
Hope had blossomed in his life, in ways he had never thought possible. Even more, he had hope for the future. He could change his world’s future.
He sat back in his seat and reached for his still warm cup of tea. It was strange, how much his life had changed, thanks to Bahia. There was so much he knew about what was going to happen to this world, and there was so much he now knew about what had happened to his world.
He was only one man, and he was nothing against the will of the mother earth, but he knew.
Here, he was only one man amid millions, but there, he was one man amid dozens. There, he could be heard and he could help.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Circadian rhythm
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: After Bahia’s last will, Zoysia learns to live in the modern world. Sequel to http://tamingthemuse.livejournal.com/1713989.html
Zoysia cupped his chin in his hands, gazing out at the street so full of people. Before coming here, he had never seen so many people in all of his life. Now, he saw hundreds of people everyday, and not always the same people. It was as scary as it was thrilling.
Sometimes it made him want to run and hide away where he could just forget all about this other world that Bahia had opened up to him. It was so crowded and noisy. Did these people not know the pleasure of silence?
Then he tilted his head up toward the sunlight peeking through the window of the café. He supposed that if he had had the sun the way these people had it, he would be so full of life as well. The sun was wonderful, and he loved the plants that grew under the sun’s light.
He loved the flowers and their myriad colors. He love the sound of tree leaves in the wind, but what he loved the most, was the grass. The soft grass that was underfoot when he had the free time to slip off his shoes.
Sadly, he didn’t have must free time anymore.
Bermuda kept him busy with studies and with projects to keep Bahia’s memory alive. Not that Zoysia minded. He loved learning and he wanted to do the work that Bahia had gave his life to.
He had been here nearly a year now, and he was sorely homesick. His mother on the other hand, was quite in love with this world. She also didn’t have to come out into the city for classes nor for work. Bahia’s wealth had been enough to see that Zoysia needn’t ever worry about his mother’s care while in this world, and for that, Zoysia was quite happy. He loved that she finally got to relax and enjoy life.
Their lives had changed completely. His whole circadian rhythm was thrown out of sort. When he saw the snow fall in this world for the first time he had felt the strongest urge to pack up and move south. The next day, the snow was gone, and he was left feeling empty and anxious. He could see the same thing in his mother’s eyes as she stared out the window of their small house.
But with the onset of winter and the thick blanket of snow, they learned that snow wasn’t always all consuming and dangerous. Sometimes it could be fun. And sometimes it melted away. A bird was chirping happily in a nearby tree and Zoysia sighed happily. They had a saying here; spring always came. He loved the idea behind that saying. It was always so hopeful.
Hope had blossomed in his life, in ways he had never thought possible. Even more, he had hope for the future. He could change his world’s future.
He sat back in his seat and reached for his still warm cup of tea. It was strange, how much his life had changed, thanks to Bahia. There was so much he knew about what was going to happen to this world, and there was so much he now knew about what had happened to his world.
He was only one man, and he was nothing against the will of the mother earth, but he knew.
Here, he was only one man amid millions, but there, he was one man amid dozens. There, he could be heard and he could help.
