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fandomhighdorms2008-07-17 09:48 pm
endsthegame) wrote in fandomhighdorms2008-07-17 09:48 pm
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The Pool, Thursday Evening
His evenings were quiet. All of his days were quiet in one way or another-- but the evening bode him a special kind of escape, and Ender liked to spend it here, in the pool, water rushing past his ears as he dove in and in again.
Just for a few seconds, he could hold still under water, be utterly weightless and beautiful; but then the very idea of what that meant escaped him, and his lungs ached for air, and he struggled back to the surface.
After a while, he sought simply to drift. The next dive would come soon enough. Now, he could pretend he was weightless in full, and he didn't even have to fight the water.
[ open like a pool area, but might be switching to SP in a little while ]
Just for a few seconds, he could hold still under water, be utterly weightless and beautiful; but then the very idea of what that meant escaped him, and his lungs ached for air, and he struggled back to the surface.
After a while, he sought simply to drift. The next dive would come soon enough. Now, he could pretend he was weightless in full, and he didn't even have to fight the water.
[ open like a pool area, but might be switching to SP in a little while ]