Richard, King of Windor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ledbythewind) wrote2011-01-23 10:51 pm
ledbythewind) wrote2011-01-23 10:51 pm
[Written/Action]
[The handwriting for this particular entry is far neater than what is usually seen in the journals: a strong, tidy hand, though it may look rather unusual to anyone not from Efinea.
He'd almost filtered it before realizing that doing so would be going against what he was working on at the moment, so instead he leaves it open to be seen by all.]
To those of you who have ever sought a way to stop something you weren't always aware you were doing, how did you go about doing so? More specifically, I would like suggestions on how to be more honest, both with myself and with others.
[Richard hasn't been spending much time at home lately, so today, like most of the days before it, he'll be out for a walk in the snow, seemingly lost in thought as he just wanders through the village and out a ways into the forest before heading back once it starts to get dark. He'll pause outside of House 28, though, lingering for a moment as if deciding whether or not to knock on the door. The residents there might catch him doing so; he's not being very subtle about it.
Later that evening, housemates will find him fast asleep on the couch, a book open in his lap and a cup of tea going cold on the side table. He might be starting to tilt over, too...]
He'd almost filtered it before realizing that doing so would be going against what he was working on at the moment, so instead he leaves it open to be seen by all.]
To those of you who have ever sought a way to stop something you weren't always aware you were doing, how did you go about doing so? More specifically, I would like suggestions on how to be more honest, both with myself and with others.
[Richard hasn't been spending much time at home lately, so today, like most of the days before it, he'll be out for a walk in the snow, seemingly lost in thought as he just wanders through the village and out a ways into the forest before heading back once it starts to get dark. He'll pause outside of House 28, though, lingering for a moment as if deciding whether or not to knock on the door. The residents there might catch him doing so; he's not being very subtle about it.
Later that evening, housemates will find him fast asleep on the couch, a book open in his lap and a cup of tea going cold on the side table. He might be starting to tilt over, too...]
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[Avoiding the subject? Perhaps, but at last he'll acknowledge her question.]
... yes, you could say that.
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[She hesitates, catching her lower lip in her teeth and nibbling at it thoughtfully as she regards him with her best look of big-sisterly concern.]
Would it help to talk about it?
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I think it might, actually. I'd like to hear outside opinions and advice on the matter.
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My home isn't far, if you'd like to come in for some tea? It seems a little more pleasant than a discussion out here.
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[It's said sincerely rather than as empty flattery-- Richard truly is grateful for such kindness from a relative stranger.]
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[She laughs, apparently delighted to have him accept the offer, and turns to lead him back to house 50. Her own walk can certainly wait, in favor of making more contacts.]