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The darkness was pleasant. A cold wind blew in off the ocean, its whistle mingling with the roar of the ocean and heralding the winter that had begun to leech into the landscape. Summer was over. He was cold, but he gave it no consideration. He had spent so much time alone over the last few months that his own company had almost become welcome, if a little predictable. He missed many things, but he had learnt so much more. The sand chilled between his toes, even more so than the wind, and random twigs and stones stuck at the soles of his feet, catching skin in the dark. He paid them no heed. The lands behind his beach house were familiar now, paths worn between saltbush and wind-lashed tree, his footprints and the tracks of animals the only impressions amongst the brush. Spiderweb caught his face, invisible silken thread dancing across his nose and tangling in his eyelashes. He jumped back, flailing at the air before him. Something crawled across his hand. He knew what it was, and he danced the dance of the bug ridden, his feet stumbling in the dark. But the darkness ate everything and soon the spider and its web were gone, only the adrenalin remained. A pounding heart and hot breath. The cold wind blew in off the ocean and he turned back to his path, wandering amongst the brush. Summer was over. For some. [ Michael | Knight Rider Originated | spider (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) libraryofwinds) | 241 ]Tags: library challenge
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Despite the warm summer weather, the house was cold when he returned. It was empty. No voices bounced off the walls, no chatter, no smiles, no playful headbutting. He had been gone so long winter had become trapped in the house. He dropped his bag just inside the door and walked across the parquetry to the nearest window, flinging it open to let in the warm sea air. Waves crashing on his own private beach greeted him in stereo as the sound bounced off that coming in through the open door. That started it. A moment later he was running through the house, locks and shutters flung wide, curtains whistling in the sudden winds. Summer breezes danced through the corridors bringing with them the fresh salt air and that sense of freedom he so loved. For a moment he simply stood in the middle of the house and listened to the sounds of his home. He was home. Home! A grin spread across his face. There was no other place more etched into his reality anymore. There had been others, but now it was here in his own space that he could truly be who he was. Not Michael Long, not Michael Knight, not Michael the frickin’ elf wannabe that stupid woman had tried to convince him he could be. No, here he was Michael. Just Michael. And that was all he wanted to be. [ Michael | Knight Rider Originated | cold (libraryofwinds) | 235 ]Tags: library challenge
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Oh, Michael I miss you. ::pouts:: I left because RP was eating my life it is so damn addictive. Now I don't have time to be addicted, so I fiugre I should be safe in coming back in some capacity. I will be hopefully writing a couple of prompts for Michael in the near future and be open for some role play. There has been a character breeding thing going on here. I dragged Michael off into my original universe ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) burntleaves and played with him there for awhile. Since then the Michael in that universe has shed the majority of his Michael Knight characteristics and become Michael Hane, an original character in my original universe (as he was supposed to). This now leaves Michael/Michael Knight to return here and play as he pleases...and up my word count, which is pathetic at the moment. So if anyone would like to say hi, let's just say he's been away for awhile and now he is back. Knight was also kidnapped, but is back (his original fic version hardly resembles him at all), so poke him either here or at notwhatiam. Of course, now Michael is as curious as all hell as to how everyone is....as am I as to how many of his old friends still exist. ::hugs to you all:: Nutty (the brain that houses all the above characters) Tags: ooc
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Left in various places, mostly the Realm, wrapped in black foil and tied with a silver ribbon.
For Sam: A tiny box, like one used for jewellery. Contains the seed pod of a great Eucalypt.
For Mike & Draco: Same as Sam, and already has it
For Cerridwen: a long embroidered cloak from a very far away place. Midnight blue with embroidery that shimmers in the light, also many shades of blue.
For Miri: A similar cloak to Cerridwen's except deep red almost black, similar embroidery, red, that shimmers in the light.
For Gwydyr: A song, hand scribed on vellum, that speaks of brothers, of horses, of trust and valour.
For Tadc: A book of practical jokes for the mystically inclined (or at least Michael thinks it is, he can't quite read the cover)
For Karl: A fountain pen and writing paper inscribed with his name.
For Dai: A collection of whistles from various places...from a duck caller to a small flute, a variety of musical sounds.
For Lu: Same as Sam. A tiny box, like one used for jewellery. Contains the seed pod of a great Eucalypt.
For Julien and his family: A new hat, broad brimmed and sequined in places. A bucket of chocolates for the children. An embroidered belt for Jackie.
For Michael G: A fountain pen and a journal inscribed with his name.
For Roger: A black leather jacket.
For Miri's Wesley: A long black hooded cloak, lined with satin.
For the Ladies: Several bright stoned necklaces
For Knight: A pair of fluffy dice and a hand written note...the contents of which only the two of them will know.
For Rayne: Extra large bone with extras from the Christmas table.
Everyone else receives cards and chocolates. He's not a millionaire, but he has been places recently where the exchange rate is fantastic :D
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It is interesting to wake up on the beach in the morning. The sun pokes up over the hills, the waves crash on the beach, a chill wind reminds you abruptly that summer is long past, and you have sand in your teeth. Michael blinked and tear-encrusted beach fell from his eyes. He lifted his head off the sand and immediately was told by his body that it did not appreciate being held in this position too long; that it did not like the fact that it was very cold despite the blue sky, and moving was not advisable. The realisation he was wearing only his pyjamas did little to improve the situation. He sat up anyway and put a hand to his head. God, whatever he'd drunk last night, he really should have thought twice. A seagull flew overhead and narrowly missed dumping guano on his head. As it was, it splashed in the sand next to him and he flinched. Ergh. Finally pulling together enough sense to look around, and squinting in the morning light, he looked up to find himself several hundred metres down his beach, on the other side of the stream from his house. What the hell was he doing out here? Memories of last night included going to bed and little else. There had been no party, no alcohol, since he barely touched the stuff nowadays anyway. There had even been a book, a rarity in itself, though its contents eluded him. And now he was waking up on the beach. Had he started sleepwalking? Yet another psychosis to add to his collection? He sighed and staggered to his feet. His head spun a moment, but he forced himself upright. Whatever had happened, he needed Advil and a little less sunlight. One hand to his head and the other a little out from his body for balance, he headed back home. Tags: michael
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He first noticed it when shaving. Lathered up in front of the mirror, he pulled his hair back over one ear and stopped, staring at himself. What the-? Had it been like that before? …? Come on, it couldn’t have been. Dropping his shaver in the sink he pushed his hair away from his other ear. The same. He ran his fingertip across the fine point at the top of each ear. Vulcan. Elf. What the hell was going on? The first explanation that came to mind was Sam. Of course. But then this wasn’t quite his style. If Sam chose to do something to his ears he had no doubt that he would be more likely to resemble a rabbit or an elephant. Sam’s humour wasn’t known for its subtlety. Mike could probably do it. Mike could pretty much do what he wanted. But again, why? It wasn’t his style either. He ran through the list of relatives in his head. Many of them were capable… He stared at his ears. There was shaving cream in his hair. He pulled his hair down, hiding his pointy ears from himself and the world. He picked the shaver up again. He tilted his head to one side. Perhaps he should grow a beard. Tags: michael
Current Location: bathroom
State of Mind:  surprised
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He went away. There had been no choice. Where he had gone, even he wasn't sure. There had been the Key and there had been many doors. He had just kept going. There had been ocean, cities, other planets, realms beyond his wildest dreams, but he had kept going. Memories fell by the wayside, past hates, past loves, past hurts, so many doors and so many changes. Several times he returned to the forest, but each time she sent him out again, looking, searching, hunting for he didn't know what. Until he was lost. One door too many and Michael Knight lost himself. It wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't a good thing either. It simply happened. Some things remained. His family, ever important, was rooted in his subconscious and he clung to it. Cerridwen, a thought away from insanity, she was there. But many, many associations were lost to memory, whether it be damaged or not. Until he was no longer Knight. No longer Long. No longer anything, but simply Michael. And then she let him come home. Tags: michael
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