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doesnotkneel) wrote2014-09-05 04:37 pm
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Around Town, Along The Paths Near Which The Sea Meets The Island, Also The Preserve, Friday Evening
It was an awfully nice evening, truth be told. And on evenings like this, Edward liked to indulge his more whimsical side - taking a stroll along the coast and watching the water crash against the island, even if at times that meant climbing up rocks or over fences.
The traditional ending for such a journey was the preserve, and it was there that Edward made the fatal error: he lingered. After all, the trees saved him from any threat of rainfall, and the water was awfully nice, even when it was only lit from the castle and the far-away moon.
He lingered, and watched, and eventually this would not end terribly well. For now, though, it was perfect.
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The traditional ending for such a journey was the preserve, and it was there that Edward made the fatal error: he lingered. After all, the trees saved him from any threat of rainfall, and the water was awfully nice, even when it was only lit from the castle and the far-away moon.
He lingered, and watched, and eventually this would not end terribly well. For now, though, it was perfect.
[[ largely establishy, but can be open to one particular dude he knows... ]]
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Edward liked ships.
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