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Dec. 23rd, 2010 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pullsneedlesIt is difficult, sometimes, to really notice how much time has passed.
Sometimes Lucas will wake up and wonder how much has changed in Tazmily. When exactly did the foot-worn paths become paved roads? When did the first automobile make it here? When did all of the houses start looking the same, with siding and fences and lots of paint covering it all? When did the Yado Inn get so big? When did the retirement home start getting more residents other than the forced Wess? When was the first time his house was struck by lightning and when did that become such a regular occurrence that Lucas stopped being frightened by it?
It's not what he knew before.
Sometimes Lucas will wake up and wonder how much has stayed the same. His house still has no Happy Box, no matter how much Fassad tries to give him one. Fassad is still in Tazmily, too, and has made it clear that his residence is more or less permanent. Duster, on the other hand, is still missing and Kumatora still hasn't had any luck finding him as far as Lucas knows. Dad is still mostly out searching, though he does stop by more and more frequently as the search lasts longer and longer. The dinner table still has sunflowers and the dresser still has a scrap of red cloth and a blue shoe far too small now for the boy who calls this place home. And sometimes, even though it was three years ago by now, it still feels like that awful night and that awful day.
It's not what he knew before.
“But one day,” Lucas thinks to himself in those occasional moments of hope as he wakes up to the sunrise. “It will be that again. Maybe not exactly the same but more like what I knew before.
“When this place had more love to it.”
Sometimes Lucas will wake up and wonder how much has changed in Tazmily. When exactly did the foot-worn paths become paved roads? When did the first automobile make it here? When did all of the houses start looking the same, with siding and fences and lots of paint covering it all? When did the Yado Inn get so big? When did the retirement home start getting more residents other than the forced Wess? When was the first time his house was struck by lightning and when did that become such a regular occurrence that Lucas stopped being frightened by it?
It's not what he knew before.
Sometimes Lucas will wake up and wonder how much has stayed the same. His house still has no Happy Box, no matter how much Fassad tries to give him one. Fassad is still in Tazmily, too, and has made it clear that his residence is more or less permanent. Duster, on the other hand, is still missing and Kumatora still hasn't had any luck finding him as far as Lucas knows. Dad is still mostly out searching, though he does stop by more and more frequently as the search lasts longer and longer. The dinner table still has sunflowers and the dresser still has a scrap of red cloth and a blue shoe far too small now for the boy who calls this place home. And sometimes, even though it was three years ago by now, it still feels like that awful night and that awful day.
It's not what he knew before.
“But one day,” Lucas thinks to himself in those occasional moments of hope as he wakes up to the sunrise. “It will be that again. Maybe not exactly the same but more like what I knew before.
“When this place had more love to it.”
