[ it feels like the atroma's been punishing them for having such a good time on halloween - ever since november rolled around, it feels like one hit after another. with friends and strangers disappearing and so few additions to the fleet, along with the creepy message of the creepy planet of creepiness it's hard not to feel like something bad is about to happen. walking around all day with that feeling doesn't help the already insomniac winn get any more sleep at night.
with every person disappearing he feels more and more obligated to stay with kitty on the windrose but at the same time, every disappearance makes him want to cling harder and harder to the tourist. sitting in the hallway, back pressed against the wall right by kitty's door in the late hours of the night - or early hours of the morning, depending on the point of view - he wishes he were on the tourist right now. kara, jim, or fenris would be awake. and kara would share in his grief over losing his little brother. he hadn't been much of a brother to sascha since the attack, but he's tried, no one can say he didn't try. it just doesn't feel like enough now that he's gone, and winn finds himself hoping that he's disappeared to another kidnappy realm - not one of the terrible ones, another one like the fleet, maybe that cuddle town he's heard about! sascha would love that one - just not home, not back to his loneliness.
scratching the fuzz that he's been letting grow on his chin since he found out (it just doesn't feel right right now, to be captain nobeard without his first mate), he goes back to stitching his christmas present for margaery, trying not to wonder too hard whether she'll get to receive it, whether any of his friends will still be here when christmas rolls around. will he still be here? ]
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with every person disappearing he feels more and more obligated to stay with kitty on the windrose but at the same time, every disappearance makes him want to cling harder and harder to the tourist. sitting in the hallway, back pressed against the wall right by kitty's door in the late hours of the night - or early hours of the morning, depending on the point of view - he wishes he were on the tourist right now. kara, jim, or fenris would be awake. and kara would share in his grief over losing his little brother. he hadn't been much of a brother to sascha since the attack, but he's tried, no one can say he didn't try. it just doesn't feel like enough now that he's gone, and winn finds himself hoping that he's disappeared to another kidnappy realm - not one of the terrible ones, another one like the fleet, maybe that cuddle town he's heard about! sascha would love that one - just not home, not back to his loneliness.
scratching the fuzz that he's been letting grow on his chin since he found out (it just doesn't feel right right now, to be captain nobeard without his first mate), he goes back to stitching his christmas present for margaery, trying not to wonder too hard whether she'll get to receive it, whether any of his friends will still be here when christmas rolls around. will he still be here? ]