by Sarish » Mon Oct 02, 2017 2:35 pm
Sarish hoisted James up, very pointedly ignoring every muscle that was screaming out for him to drop the man and maybe fall on his side and join him on the ground instead. He shifted his hips slightly as he straightened, breathing slowly as the pain pulsed through him. I really need to be more careful. I can't just stay in my room all day on my futon anymore; I've got to be a responsible adult now. The monk grinned, easily passing it off as simply responding to James' thank you. "No problem. It's getting late anyway, and it's been a long day, so I think that will do it for today. Have a good night," he departed with a wave, walking stiffly back into the monastery. The monk definitely needed a bath as well, though he could wait until dinner time when there was very little chance that anyone else would be at the river that the members of the monastery used to clean themselves off. As soon as he entered the monastery's doors, his gait immediately transformed into a limping shuffle in order to lessen the insistent, deep-seated ache in his bones.
The master visited the dining hall first to grab two pears, eating both quickly before throwing the stems and leftovers in the compost basket before striding back to one of the storage rooms. He slipped inside, grabbing a clean blue robe before stepping back out, carrying the garment over one arm as he slid the door closed and gimped back through the hallways and out of the main doors once more, this time putting sandals on before descending the stairs slowly, carefully. He got to the base of the staircase and set out for the river at a leisurely pace, glad to see that there was no one there when he arrived. Sarish slipped his sandals off easily, then untied the sash at his waist, letting the robes slide off his shoulder and stepping out of them when they puddled around his feet. He reached back to touch the varied, pale scars on his back gingerly before stepping into the water, the freezing temperatures hardly effecting him apart from an ache in his bones in the lower half of his spine. He's lived his whole life in the mountains, after all. This was nothing compared to winter.
After washing himself clean Sarish secured the new robes around himself, his soreness and tiredness catching up to him. Alright. I've put it off for long enough. The monk made his way back to the steps, climbed them, and shuffled wearily to his room, relieved when he closed the door behind him. He stumbled over to his bedroll, awkwardly lowering himself until he was curled on his side, the position being the most comfortable for him when he had had a painful day. Ok. Ok. he told himself, closing his eyes as those horrible memories of days long past came flooding back to him, playing out on the backs of his eyelids like he was watching a film instead of remembering events. The longer he lay there, thinking, the more sorrowful he became, tears leaking out from the corners of his eyes. Goodness. Goodness. How could they suppress this? I wouldn't have thought something this impactful could have been tamped out. Goodness, Sarish cried silently for a long time, finding that once the tears had started they were hard to stop. How long has it been since I cried? It must have been at least a year. The monk felt a deep stirring in his soul, and found that even his Alter was weeping; Even his soul was shaken by these memories. It makes sense now... Why I never summon it anymore. Why it fills me with sadness and dread. I might not have formed it until the day I died if I had never regained this.
When the stream of tears finally slowed to a stop, Sarish found himself feeling empty and tired beyond belief. And yet he lay there for hours more, mind roiling restlessly as he nearly dozed off a few times. In the early hours of the morning he finally fell asleep, blessedly dreamless for a change.
A few hours later ...much to early..., Sarish found himself awake and staring at the wall of his room, unaware that he was not sleeping for a few minutes until the dim light from his window flickered across the floor in front of him, making him snap awake. Yawning, still much too tired, he shifted his legs, testing his back. It twinged in response, though it wasn't much worse that yesterday. A small miracle, the monk thought deliriously. He dozed for a while, his mind deeming it too early for any rational thought.
Finally, the master awoke fully, rubbing a hand over the dry tear tracks his face to remove them. He rose from his futon gingerly, foregoing his usual morning meditation to see if James was awake yet.
Why hello there.
I'm absolute trash and that's basically all you need to know about me.