11-04-2018, 09:24 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – "If I'm to slip beneath a train meant to take me know that I believe that it was worth it..." soft the rasp of timbre, edges crackling and breaking, disuse apparent. Yet difficult was it to mistake the soft lull about the youth, the relax posture and the care placed within each word he permitted to pass barely moving lips, slight the shift of weight.
About the hollow of chest homesickness sat heavy. Brief had been the raise of ill-placed want, the mere desire to return to place once deemed home given a place within the slow swirl of uneasy thought, holding tight no matter his want to push it all aside. There was nothing upon shores touched with fine sand, given the gentle song of the ocean as it drew forth, no matter how he tried to twist it and put reason behind it, this childish sense of misplacement. Better was it this way with those he had come to care for, given a place in a heart that seemed nothing more than stone carved into complex a structure, far from him. There was no chance they would be harmed if he was not present, given the streak of back luck that seemed to touch every action and consequence tied to it.
So why was this ache present, the faint touch of anguish about heart and mind, souring what had become an already largely negative disposition. Almost he softened beneath it, felt the want to make a place for himself here, apart of something beyond himself. Again was the want for a purpose beyond skin touched with scar tissue lingering on the edge of thought, found root as it worked into its centre. Easy would it have been to allow himself the life of loneliness, a solitary being within the memory of only a few, but such was easier to speak of then it was to put into the course of action.
"Oh I hope to be holding you soon, who knows what happens if I leave my room," clink of glass, vials and bottles stopped with corks, almost swallowing the soft words. Familiar is such a habit, constructed within the gentle teaching of the one he had deemed mentor for a time, a man of quiet, gentle disposition - a father if he dared to think such of the healer. Might there have been a time the word would have found perch upon his lips, given brief flight as he looked upon the angel, the curve of a smile apparent for he had found a family. Audible was the click of teeth coming together, the twist of a frown scrunching up dark features.
About the items Silus had set up dark gaze moved, making sure all was present. Possibly this was a horrid idea, one concocted out of the same diseased ground it had risen from the first time, the fact he was the one conducting it made it only worse. It was the need for healers that drove him to this, his knowledge not complete but it spanned the basics and then some, first hand experience within the setting of bones, treatment of all levels of burns and stitching up flesh helping in this. "Ya wanna learn how ta detect an treat infection get ova 'ere." Shaky voice, though the volume of it rose so all about the observatory may here, the youth set up near to the door so everything was well lit.
He held no want to become a Cleric, once more thrust into such though he was better prepared to handle it this time, this was merely to help teach, offer something until such a time when others were prepared to take up the mantle.
About the hollow of chest homesickness sat heavy. Brief had been the raise of ill-placed want, the mere desire to return to place once deemed home given a place within the slow swirl of uneasy thought, holding tight no matter his want to push it all aside. There was nothing upon shores touched with fine sand, given the gentle song of the ocean as it drew forth, no matter how he tried to twist it and put reason behind it, this childish sense of misplacement. Better was it this way with those he had come to care for, given a place in a heart that seemed nothing more than stone carved into complex a structure, far from him. There was no chance they would be harmed if he was not present, given the streak of back luck that seemed to touch every action and consequence tied to it.
So why was this ache present, the faint touch of anguish about heart and mind, souring what had become an already largely negative disposition. Almost he softened beneath it, felt the want to make a place for himself here, apart of something beyond himself. Again was the want for a purpose beyond skin touched with scar tissue lingering on the edge of thought, found root as it worked into its centre. Easy would it have been to allow himself the life of loneliness, a solitary being within the memory of only a few, but such was easier to speak of then it was to put into the course of action.
"Oh I hope to be holding you soon, who knows what happens if I leave my room," clink of glass, vials and bottles stopped with corks, almost swallowing the soft words. Familiar is such a habit, constructed within the gentle teaching of the one he had deemed mentor for a time, a man of quiet, gentle disposition - a father if he dared to think such of the healer. Might there have been a time the word would have found perch upon his lips, given brief flight as he looked upon the angel, the curve of a smile apparent for he had found a family. Audible was the click of teeth coming together, the twist of a frown scrunching up dark features.
About the items Silus had set up dark gaze moved, making sure all was present. Possibly this was a horrid idea, one concocted out of the same diseased ground it had risen from the first time, the fact he was the one conducting it made it only worse. It was the need for healers that drove him to this, his knowledge not complete but it spanned the basics and then some, first hand experience within the setting of bones, treatment of all levels of burns and stitching up flesh helping in this. "Ya wanna learn how ta detect an treat infection get ova 'ere." Shaky voice, though the volume of it rose so all about the observatory may here, the youth set up near to the door so everything was well lit.
He held no want to become a Cleric, once more thrust into such though he was better prepared to handle it this time, this was merely to help teach, offer something until such a time when others were prepared to take up the mantle.
