It's been lonely hiding out from, well, from the whole world I suppose. I haven't wanted to meet the two guys that left me in a bit of a battered state, and I haven't had anywhere else to go. Today though? Today is warm and bright and sunny, and I'm tired of eating from the generosity of random passers by, not that there have been many of those, so not that I've had a lot to eat. Stretching my legs feels like a damn good idea, so I do just that, opening the door of the abandoned house that I'm calling home for now, and walking out. I'm trying to avoid busy thoroughfares, and I'm telling myself that I've no idea where I'm going, that I'll land wherever I land, but deep down I'm heading for the Abbey, heading for another meal.
I was offered a bed there, but I hate the idea, I'm really averse to the thought of sleeping somewhere religious, being surrounded by religious people, the idea that it could be stifling, that I could lose my freedom, that I could incur a debt that I could never pay back. Much like the debt I owe Jarmyn now. With a shock of realisation, I find that the coat I have slung over my shoulders is in fact his coat. I need to return this, I shouldn't still have it. It was a loan, not a gift. I make a mental note to return it to him sooner rather than later, and look up from my steady contemplation of the ground, to see what must be the Abbey.
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Date: 2010-10-25 08:21 am (UTC)I was offered a bed there, but I hate the idea, I'm really averse to the thought of sleeping somewhere religious, being surrounded by religious people, the idea that it could be stifling, that I could lose my freedom, that I could incur a debt that I could never pay back. Much like the debt I owe Jarmyn now. With a shock of realisation, I find that the coat I have slung over my shoulders is in fact his coat. I need to return this, I shouldn't still have it. It was a loan, not a gift. I make a mental note to return it to him sooner rather than later, and look up from my steady contemplation of the ground, to see what must be the Abbey.