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The Roof, Saturday Evening
Saturday, September 21st, 2019 03:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crack_that_whipIt was storming (but just in this one area for the ~aesthetic~) which fit Trevor's mood just fine. His mind was in turmoil and he needed his solitude out here in the rain where he couldn't bring harm to anyone else. Not again.
So he stood solemnly, soaked through as he looked out over the city like a statue. But, like, a statue that could feel. You know. That kind. How he was close enough to the actual city was a mystery, but that wasn't the sort of thing you questioned when you were a tortured, romantic 'hero'. If you just brooded hard enough, you could accomplish anything. Or nothing. Because brooding.
Either way, it was what he was doing.
[come brood with the shittiest Heathcliff ever!]
So he stood solemnly, soaked through as he looked out over the city like a statue. But, like, a statue that could feel. You know. That kind. How he was close enough to the actual city was a mystery, but that wasn't the sort of thing you questioned when you were a tortured, romantic 'hero'. If you just brooded hard enough, you could accomplish anything. Or nothing. Because brooding.
Either way, it was what he was doing.
[come brood with the shittiest Heathcliff ever!]