Adrian had thought that coming back to the Labyrinth would bring with it some kind of overwhelming emotional response, the kind provoked by many happy and pleasant memories which had been made here. And it had, at first, but the response he’d gotten was more subdued than he had thought. While memories were definitely at the forefront of his mind, he couldn’t bring himself to feel much of anything about them anymore, one way or another.
It was so cold and silent here, with absolutely no sign of life. No traces left of the group that had formerly called this place home. Adrian was sure that he was the only one to have been here at all, in recent days, and that was perfectly fine with him. He had reclaimed his old den and in the time that he had been here, and opted to rest for a while. That had turned into a few days, and since then, he had not been able to work up the strength to leave.
So that was where he was, now. Curled up in his familiar, lonely den, orange eyes peering out into the quiet nothingness. His residence here was definitely not going to be permanent. Soon enough, when he’d worked up the will to go on, he would keep moving north. Not yet, though.
If he was honest with himself, he knew why he was still here. He was waiting, wondering if anybody he’d known would venture back too, to see that winter’s blanket had come over the labyrinth. Adrian knew it was a foolish sort of hope, but it was the one thing his icy numbness couldn’t suppress.
Sep 01, 2017 08:19 PM
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