Post by Yasuko ~ Sasha on Dec 21, 2011 10:40:58 GMT -5
Thunder grumbled in the distance, warning that the brewing storm was getting closer - promising some of the worst weather all season. Lighting crackled, illuminating the world for barely a moment before plunging it back into its gloomy, rainy darkness.
A figure, clad in white-washed skinny jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved hoodie braved the weather, finding a direction toward the church after hours of meandering with no particular direction in mind. Drenched to the bone, Yasuko's eyes lit on the church with keen interest.
She'd been searching for a way to occupy her time, now that she would be home for longer than twenty-four hours and didn't want to disturb anyone who might be occupied with the ensuing exams.
It was good to be home. The skunk had spent so much time travelling and being overwhelmed with work that for the last several months, she'd hardly been home to say hello before having to take off somewhere new. She regretted letting work take over her life because there was so much right here for her that she missed - her friends, her former teaches, and her fiancee especially.
Yasuko felt especially guilty for not making more time for her lover. She knew she should just stay home for a while and take care of him, but thoughts of his declining health lead her to work with more fervor than ever in an effort not to fall into that vicious cycle of depression about it. That was the one thing she regretted most.
Trudging up to the doors of the church, the slender skunk let out a terrible wail, releasing all of her pent up frustration and emotions. Tears, camouflaged by the rain already soaking her to the bone, streamed hot trails down her face as her eyes took in the details of the church doors. But she didn't go in. She wouldn't. Instead, as if her legs gave out from beneath her, Yasuko came to her knees in the mud and rain, tearing great sobs from her throat - consumed in so many emotions at once that she didn't know how else to release them.
Once she found her composure and stopped crying, she continued kneeling in the rain. Letting the storm wash over her, she sat and let the cold rain drops pelt her, soaking into her clothes, her pelt, right down to her very core.
A figure, clad in white-washed skinny jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved hoodie braved the weather, finding a direction toward the church after hours of meandering with no particular direction in mind. Drenched to the bone, Yasuko's eyes lit on the church with keen interest.
She'd been searching for a way to occupy her time, now that she would be home for longer than twenty-four hours and didn't want to disturb anyone who might be occupied with the ensuing exams.
It was good to be home. The skunk had spent so much time travelling and being overwhelmed with work that for the last several months, she'd hardly been home to say hello before having to take off somewhere new. She regretted letting work take over her life because there was so much right here for her that she missed - her friends, her former teaches, and her fiancee especially.
Yasuko felt especially guilty for not making more time for her lover. She knew she should just stay home for a while and take care of him, but thoughts of his declining health lead her to work with more fervor than ever in an effort not to fall into that vicious cycle of depression about it. That was the one thing she regretted most.
Trudging up to the doors of the church, the slender skunk let out a terrible wail, releasing all of her pent up frustration and emotions. Tears, camouflaged by the rain already soaking her to the bone, streamed hot trails down her face as her eyes took in the details of the church doors. But she didn't go in. She wouldn't. Instead, as if her legs gave out from beneath her, Yasuko came to her knees in the mud and rain, tearing great sobs from her throat - consumed in so many emotions at once that she didn't know how else to release them.
Once she found her composure and stopped crying, she continued kneeling in the rain. Letting the storm wash over her, she sat and let the cold rain drops pelt her, soaking into her clothes, her pelt, right down to her very core.
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