Posted by Shannon on May 28, 2008, 12:53 am
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It isn’t a surprise that Shannon slips like a dream into the Academy. He is, on the surface, like a personification of it: soft and serene and at ease. Misty, too, whether it’s the storm-grey of his skin or the vague sense that the heart of him, the true part of him, is stifled with shrouds. But something pulses under the wistful paleness of the Academy, feelings and passions and thoughts, something that doesn’t pulse beneath Shannon’s cheery air, so maybe he isn’t very much like the place after all.
For now, he only drifts along the seam of the Academy, customary soft smile in place, waiting for whoever will come to him.
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