box [23] // arx
Apr 22, 2013 10:33:19 GMT -5
Post by semper on Apr 22, 2013 10:33:19 GMT -5
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Tempus has never felt so foreign to me. Not a single soul is in here; the red curtains are drawn, closing off the dark stage to all but the few that remain here. My friends. Cod has pretty much gone missing; Mercury spends more time at home; Xana is nowhere to be seen – basically Tempus has become a hallow shell of what it used to be.
I still remember the lights and how abnormally warm the stage got during opening night. It always amazed me how you could never see the audience once the lights were dimmed and the spotlights were directed onto you, but I guess that also somewhat helped you get into character more. Reality is dimmed so you can immerse yourself into a fictitious world that sometimes is much better than what you grew up with.
I miss all of that: I miss my Tempus friends, I miss the warm lights, I miss my little makeshift home in the basement. I miss the “parties” after opening night, I miss the mint tea I would make for anyone and everyone, I miss all those countless nights I spent trying to perfect each of my lines (even if it did drive me insane with frustration) – basically I just miss being alive.
Sitting in box 23 – Gwynn’s box – I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them tightly. Being a ghost was alright sometimes, I guess, but it was so hard trying to communicate with the living. All I want is for Mercury and the rest of them to know that I’m still here and that I never truly left them but I haven’t found the means to. And if I did try, it might scare them. There had been plenty of nights where we all gathered and told ghost stories to scare each other. Funny to think that now it’s me (and Navy) who’s the ghost.
Navy – she’s around here somewhere, I think. I haven’t seen her in a while – days, weeks, I have no idea. Time has just sort of muddled altogether and distorted itself. I raise my gaze from the carpet and look out over the main seating area, trying to imagine what it looked like when it was full but my memory fails me. I don’t even panic at the forgotten image – instead I feel a pang of despair within my chest. There’s no going back so why should I feel scared that I can’t recall it? No, it’s not fear, it’s… more sorrow than anything. Tempus is a world I can never go back do despite how desperately I wish I could.and there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears
and love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears
get over your hill and see what you find there
with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
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