08-15-2008, 10:33 AM
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sharksFor him, the warmth of the fire had always been easier to find than the warmth of a body. It almost seemed like his mother had disappeared as soon as they were old enough to venture out of the den. He and Andre had always been at odds, Rachias had run off to live with their father, and his older half-siblings had all seemed intimidating in their own way, even if they hadn't meant to be. He'd had a huge family and a wonderful house to live in, but Arkham had spent a lot of time on the beach alone, watching the ocean. Even now, the loneliness stayed with him and he was starved for any sort of company, any sort of conversation at all.
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sharksFor him, the warmth of the fire had always been easier to find than the warmth of a body. It almost seemed like his mother had disappeared as soon as they were old enough to venture out of the den. He and Andre had always been at odds, Rachias had run off to live with their father, and his older half-siblings had all seemed intimidating in their own way, even if they hadn't meant to be. He'd had a huge family and a wonderful house to live in, but Arkham had spent a lot of time on the beach alone, watching the ocean. Even now, the loneliness stayed with him and he was starved for any sort of company, any sort of conversation at all.
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France, huh? That's across the ocean,he noted,
What was it like there?Travel had always been something he'd considered half-heartedly. It was something to always think about, but when it came down to it, he had never cared enough to actually go anywhere. Besides, the ocean was vast and infinite. Sometimes he still had a hard time believing that it ever ended. He couldn't imagine the amount of time it must take to cross it, and very frankly, the idea of being adrift so long scared him. If a storm wrecked your boat in the middle of the sea, what could you really do?
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A little,he said of reading,
Not as much as I probably could have.It had been, once again, because of his prevailant apathy towards everything then. Books were nice, but he hadn't cared. Storybooks and children's tales had sent him off to happier places, but he had been able to get the same dreamer daze by watching the sun set and listening to rain against his window. That was all the escape he had needed.
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