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♥ Heart 404 :: Howl :: Pripyat, Day: 9 ♥

[Howl had woken up that morning and run to the window like a child on Christmas day; the sight of the snow merely caused him happiness, as did the presence of brand new winter clothes. Dressing quickly, he runs out of the apartment block and into the white, doing a little, child like spin in the swirling white]


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[identity profile] makerofimage.livejournal.com 2010-09-23 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Willy has been hiding ever since he arrived. He figured that the winter would at least stave off the "zommies" for a while. Dressed head to tow in black along with a huge and heavy looking black coat, he stood out like a sore thumb...much to no surprise to those that know the dandy.

He sees Howl and grins.]

You look happy.

[identity profile] cantbegd4table.livejournal.com 2010-09-23 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Howl turns at the sound of another voice, his smile plastered across his face]

I am! This is so beautiful, isn't it?

[identity profile] makerofimage.livejournal.com 2010-09-23 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Willy giggled and lowered his head. The last time he was out in the snow was to visit his father and even then he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. His pale cheeks were very red from the cold.]

Oh yes, it's very pretty and very cold.

[He keeps his smile. It's really hard to tell if he was being facetious or not.]

[identity profile] cantbegd4table.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Howl just gives him a broad smile in response, before looking up at the gey sky, letting the snow flakes land on his own flushed face. His breath came out in misty clouds, and despite the icy winds, his smile remained]

[identity profile] makerofimage.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Willy's smile was waning a little when his eyes looked to a tree on top of a roof of a random building. He's only seen things like this in his imagination but never in life. His mind's eye imagined a glass world where above the rooftops, trees grew, grass grew and birds flew in water while fish swam across his vision. There was no real defining property of land, sky and water. They all seemed to coexist together in a symphony of his imagination. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel alone.]
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