Aidan took a place facing the opposite direction the sun had set. Making sure nobody would be in front of him. More often then not he began his day with the rise of the sun, and ended it with it’s setting. Sitting there he closed his eyes and relaxed his body as much as he could.
Sleep would have been welcomed right now, but it was not to be. He never had been able to sleep properly. Even as a mortal half his nights were spend awake, or else he was unconscious from having gotten piss drunk. That was one thing he missed from those days. Being able to force sleep on himself. Aside from that he truly needed to relax or wear out his body to be able to have blissful sleep. Neither was truly possible right now. What could relax him would keep one or more awake, and his body was hard to wear out.
Water, a puddle, a pond. A clear calm pond, smooth mirror like water. Not a single ripple in the lake. An ocean of water as far as the mind's eye to see, and nothing to disturb it. Not a sound, not even a thought. Just the simple water. This was the only thing in Aidan's mind. Pure serene emptiness. Then, a thought, like a skipping stone flashed across it and the ripples where endless. No, this would never do. That part of his life was long gone, he could no longer rely on the old methods.
Fire. Yes, that worked. A simple candle flame. Soft and flickering in the dark void. A campfire to warm all around. More, fire to burn a house, fire to burn the world. A small star, a sun, the largest star of all. The all consuming fire that began his life, and the universe itself. There it was, nothing but pure fire was in his mind. The softly flickering flames. Never the same as before, and never the same again. Thoughts drifted in and out, but they where only a part of the flow.
He stayed like that for some time, his inactive state further being instilled as he snuffed out the fire with a thought once everybody was properly settled down. Now he was no longer noticed. The only thing left where memories. One would need to look straight at him to tell where he was, and even then the common eye wanted to slip away and see nothing. His breathing was no longer heard by even Lycrios. Truth is, he no longer did breath. His heart slowed. blood no longer pumped, it flowed threw his veins like a river. Not a sound to be heard, not a movement to be seen. Even the very heat of his body adjusted perfectly into it's setting.
That only went one way, for himself, he notice all. Every sound, every movement, every scent. None that did not concern him registered fully, but they were there tucked away in the recesses of his mind. |