Post by tantan on Dec 27, 2011 15:10:53 GMT -5
He sat upon a plastic chair with an upright elbow on the rest. His fingers curled in a loose knuckle where his left cheek leaned on. In his other hand was a perfect cube wrapped in silvers and gold laces. He'd been playing with it, tossing and twirling it in the air and balancing it on a finger. He'd been waiting in the isolated chateau where not a single furniture but the chair he was upon existed. The chateau was frozen in ice yet it had not a single cold or smooth quality an ice had.
No one knew the existence of the place but he was sure the man would find it. Whoever he was. Their letters would guide them to each other as said by fate. He didn't know what he would receive from the man but the very content of his gift was a mystery to him. It seemed to allude him each time he tried to think of it and the more he stared at the cube, the more he thought nothing of it as a cube.
He liked having to wait like this. If there was an eternity to it, he would gladly accept it. Anything to keep him facing the future ahead.
