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Apr. 29th, 2017 06:30 pmIn Darrow, a steady, regular rhythm was necessary for Billy Rocks's sanity. When they'd been on the frontier, things like that just naturally happened, but there was a stark difference between the frontier and Darrow: there were places to go, outside of Darrow. Here, he had two options: let himself be sucked into listlessness, drifting day to day; or set himself to a routine, and keep to task.
The dog helped.
Today was a brisk, sunless morning that Billy was sure would turn into a muggy, clouded day. Spring was doing curious things, and thought he'd gotten a couple tinctures from Dorian to help with the spring illnesses he tended to get from the grass and weeds, the variation in the weather wasn't helping.
He pressed on. It was the only option he had.
He'd paused in the park, the second time they'd gone through it and about halfway through his morning run. They'd loop a few more times, him and Mercy Beau, and then he'd pick up coffee and head back to Goodnight, just in time for his love to be rousing himself lazily from bed.
For now, he stretched.
The dog helped.
Today was a brisk, sunless morning that Billy was sure would turn into a muggy, clouded day. Spring was doing curious things, and thought he'd gotten a couple tinctures from Dorian to help with the spring illnesses he tended to get from the grass and weeds, the variation in the weather wasn't helping.
He pressed on. It was the only option he had.
He'd paused in the park, the second time they'd gone through it and about halfway through his morning run. They'd loop a few more times, him and Mercy Beau, and then he'd pick up coffee and head back to Goodnight, just in time for his love to be rousing himself lazily from bed.
For now, he stretched.
