07-30-2018, 09:55 AM
it is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness
Four months. It was all their life had come to pass, a short period of time for any yet enough to give way to much, small little hints of the one present beneath the spark of energy and the curiosity present in youth, too quick to fade and shift, seeking new stimuli upon a regular basis. Yet time had left it all to fade, the wonder of life gone as they came to move through each day with no real thought nor purpose, living only because it was expected of them. To what end they could not speak upon for it seemed to hold no worth anymore, worrying for one so young and with so much ahead of them, exhaustion nipping at them as they refused to sleep.
Shaky were the steps which drew them about the beach that day, words mumbled under their breath given no real rhyme nor reason, simply a focus. Ears perked as another rose, unfamiliar to them, a sound of confusion breaking their words. It took a few blinks before the figure was brought into focus, hazy edges melding into the background, swaying as they slowly moved closer. Only the last portion of her words truly sank in and for a time they could offer only a faint hum in response, narrowed eyes set upon Beatrice as they tried to figure out how to work a response.
“Should be good, I unno ya,” shoulders rolled in a slight shrug, their words trailing off as their weight dragged them down into a sitting position, waiting to see if this stranger might respond or another might come to approach. Aita was too tired for this, why did they bother getting out of bed this morning.
[hey there, welcome back to the typhoon, sorry this is so bad it is midnight but i wanted to get something up]
[align=center]Shaky were the steps which drew them about the beach that day, words mumbled under their breath given no real rhyme nor reason, simply a focus. Ears perked as another rose, unfamiliar to them, a sound of confusion breaking their words. It took a few blinks before the figure was brought into focus, hazy edges melding into the background, swaying as they slowly moved closer. Only the last portion of her words truly sank in and for a time they could offer only a faint hum in response, narrowed eyes set upon Beatrice as they tried to figure out how to work a response.
“Should be good, I unno ya,” shoulders rolled in a slight shrug, their words trailing off as their weight dragged them down into a sitting position, waiting to see if this stranger might respond or another might come to approach. Aita was too tired for this, why did they bother getting out of bed this morning.
[hey there, welcome back to the typhoon, sorry this is so bad it is midnight but i wanted to get something up]
two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings