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What is the difference between living and existing?
"The biggest difference would definitely be the risk factor. And I don’t mean big life and death sort of risks, though they can be included, I mean the risks that, instead of playing it safe and knowing what will keep things the way they are, doing something that you might not know the outcome of. You can play the safe life, but that’s not truly living. Letting you talk yourself out of something because the ulterior is safer or easier or whatever the reason might be, you won’t truly live. Part of the reason why I rarely choose the easy path in my life. I’d rather have a short life filled with adventure and love then a long life alone and miserable."
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✏ :What are their creative outlets?
"I haven’t really done anything creative in the last month or so, but I’ll give this one a shot. I generally do a lot of baking, and I think that’s pretty creative. I tend to sing when I’m happy, but I haven’t been in much of a mood to sing lately. My cursed self did crochet, so I know how to do that now. I was a pretty fair storyteller in the Enchanted Forest, haven’t really tried that in this world. But I’m not one of those people who have spent years perfecting some sort of creative ability, nor am I one of those people who can clear their mind well enough to get inspiration for things."
Whats your favourite kind of weather?
"Well, I love pretty much all weather. I love cold, hot, rain, snow. Hail would probably be the one thing I think the world would be better without. Who needs the world pelted with some weird conglomerate of frozen rain drops?"
A Clash of Swords | [Hookfire]
Walking out towards the docks, Neal donned an enormous grin, a leather clad man waiting for him at the end of the pier. He'd been looking forward to this day ever since they'd brought it up- a sword fight to see if the student had indeed surpassed the master. With the return of the Jolly Roger, it was twice as sweet. The nostalgia hit him full force as he walked next to it, clutching a sword he'd borrowed from his father's shop and a cheap tube of 99 cent hot pink lipstick from the pharmacy. It had garnered him plenty of strange looks, but it was only for laughs really...
...or perhaps not, given how crazy the pair were known for being when they were drunk. The day was still young. He grinned even wider when he noticed Karl was on board the ship- good, the bet would still be on then.
"She's still so beautiful Captain," he said, walking up to his Captain and Stepfather, an air of reverence in his voice.
No Where Left to Go but Up || [Hookfire]
The days surrounding his father's ordeal had left Neal tired and strained, and it was beginning to show. He'd woke up shaky and breathless, the stress wearing his body down. He knew he needed to calm down and manage better, otherwise his illness would begin to take its wrath, and he knew he would be no good to anyone if he was hospitalized. But the thought of losing his father again was too much to take. He was still angry, and some days it seemed as if nothing would ever be the same as it was again, but the stubborness had begun to melt away when faced with the very real possibility that his father might be gone for good.
Pale and sweaty, Neal rose up from his bed, fumbling his way through the darkness of his father's house towards the kitchen, taking a quick peak in Belle and Fai's room to make sure they were okay. Filling a glass with ice water, Neal sipped at it, the ice cubes clinking together as his hand shook. His stomach reviled in protest as it usually did after taking his medication and he had to suppress the urge to be sick.
Quietly, Neal grabbed for his hoodie and shoes, zipping it up and closing the door so as not to wake up his mother and sister. He'd have to go to New York again for another treatment soon, but he hoped the hospital here could at least give him something to dull the pain.
Shivering against the night air, Neal walked the streets to the hospital, wincing when the bright lights and white walls glared across his vision, causing him to become dizzy. Leaning against the nearest wall in an effort to catch his breath, Neal looked up to notice a familiar shape walking towards him. "Captain...?" he asked breathlessly.
