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Re: watching time slip away ⚘ muddy fishing (open) - Grimm - 04-17-2021
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]All too well had he grown accustomed to the cruelty life wields within equal measure to the light touch of fortune, a balance maintained and yet broken, tipped by a hand mortal and flawed. In the case of other discrepancy easily located, though which detail differed from the base may only bear an uneducated guess. Maintained would be his ignorance until such a time he was deemed fit for the knowledge that must be given, pushing back likely to cause a fissure sure to grow beyond limited control.
Better alone it left, a bridge that may not be traversed. With the extension of privacy to the other so, too, was expected the same, a subject not to be broached, alone left as speech gave way to comfortable silence.
Obscured around the stick he held aloft, a feat Vincent found incited a short lived bout of surprise, watching from afar was one matter, to be within such proximity and see how well the unwieldy object was held another, but still noticed the smile. Always so easy were they, rising when the moment called for though their existence seemed only a few moments, some others a cover, a gesture to hide what his body language announced. The quality difficult to decipher with how it formed about intrusion, lax posture enough to judge it as at least willingly offered. A broken replica paints his own lips, a twitch adorning one side, upward curl there for a moment. Strange how easily he offers such, allows it a hold, no matter how brief, and finds pleasurable the presence of the mute man.
In his thoughts lost, missed the motion, once more enveloped in a tide slow but true. After followed, unlike Aesior his end came upon the bank, his shadow stretching out by his side, deformed silhouette moving as he did. Silent his watch, narrowed focused lavender depths, still though chest stirred with each breath. So, too, was the patient grim where he perched in the tug of the sluggish water, unfazed by it, unseen his observation of the surface. The movement sudden, feline made a striking viper, extension of himself the stick that struck with surety that came from experience. Upward hoisted claimed prize, minute the widening of tracking eyes, unseen the slight effects the floundering fish had upon its captor.
Deft the deposit of fish and stick alike, end timely. Words of praise rose upon his tongue, strange these for unknown when lasted shared, possibly when he still deemed life was poised on the brink, a fall that spelled excitement or demise, turned to ash as focus turned. In the line of those grey eyes he felt frozen, unsure of how best to proceed. Ignoring or rejecting the offer felt wrong, accepting may bring humiliation, such simply a fact a beginner must come to understand was always lingering overhead. "If you think an old dog like me can learn a new trick I see no reason to not at least try." Finally he spoke, tone light in a manner it had not been before.
Not wishing to presume, and as the fish was still speared upon the stick, left was it for the moment, his steps breaking the surface of the water. Cool it, at a temperature below the expected, his lips drawn tight over clenched teeth. On did he press all the same, allowing it to rise until his elbows were grazed, cool and thick the mud that enveloped his paws. "How can you stand this." Absent minded his words, expecting no true answer and thus would not be put out to not receive one, giving himself a moment to grow accustomed to the chill.
Re: watching time slip away ⚘ muddy fishing (open) - aesior - 04-27-2021
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Faint was the chuckle held within his lungs, eyes glimmering with soft amusement. An old dog learning a new trick? His eyes could only sparkle with soft humor. Freeing the stick from the fish as he turned softly, watching as Vincent made his way in. Shoulders shaking in silent mirth as he carried it into the water, chuckling to his comment. The cold water was certainly a shock to those who weren't ready for it. Closing his eyes for the moment, he would stretch as he slipped into the water.
Offering the stick to Vincent after he opened his eyes, using a paw to point at the water's surface. It was a silent motion, his gaze following the water before returning his paw to the water. He couldn't explain it in words but he pointed to any bubbles he saw. Even fish had to breathe. A soft breath would escape him, stirring up the mud with his paws. Hopefully Vincent would understand that if a fish went by it meant that it could be caught. They just had to intrigue the fish long enough to give themselves an opening.
Offering the stick to Vincent after he opened his eyes, using a paw to point at the water's surface. It was a silent motion, his gaze following the water before returning his paw to the water. He couldn't explain it in words but he pointed to any bubbles he saw. Even fish had to breathe. A soft breath would escape him, stirring up the mud with his paws. Hopefully Vincent would understand that if a fish went by it meant that it could be caught. They just had to intrigue the fish long enough to give themselves an opening.
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