09-03-2018, 02:40 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"][ trying out a new writing style // eyes ]
Tired eyes, half lidded and peering into the night sky - looking, but not seeing, clouded with things unseen. A breath. Two. The silence settling over the earth as soft paws pause in their travels, the sea lapping at old rusted railroad tracks the only sound to pervade the air. Inhaling ice, exhaling fire - both burn, but the former is more bearable, breathing life into aлексей.
The silence is unbearable.
The darkness is borderline insufferable, suffocating and shrouding the land around the lion, and after a few more seconds they shift yet again, strong paws moving forward. They barely make a sound, muffled against steel and grass, soft as feathers yet still capable of killing, stained red in her memory. Those days are gone, but feel just as real as today. The air of the past still suffocates her.
Sometimes all you can do is walk forward.
The glint of gold between the darkness, calling, reaching... begging to be rung, if only to sate the curiosity tugging at the seams of an already burdened mind. A pause. Two breaths. The silence becomes too much again, and a strong paw finally pushes the metal, the loud sound replacing the screams. All she can hear is ringing.
It is a welcome reprieve.
Tired eyes, half lidded and peering into the night sky - looking, but not seeing, clouded with things unseen. A breath. Two. The silence settling over the earth as soft paws pause in their travels, the sea lapping at old rusted railroad tracks the only sound to pervade the air. Inhaling ice, exhaling fire - both burn, but the former is more bearable, breathing life into aлексей.
The silence is unbearable.
The darkness is borderline insufferable, suffocating and shrouding the land around the lion, and after a few more seconds they shift yet again, strong paws moving forward. They barely make a sound, muffled against steel and grass, soft as feathers yet still capable of killing, stained red in her memory. Those days are gone, but feel just as real as today. The air of the past still suffocates her.
Sometimes all you can do is walk forward.
The glint of gold between the darkness, calling, reaching... begging to be rung, if only to sate the curiosity tugging at the seams of an already burdened mind. A pause. Two breaths. The silence becomes too much again, and a strong paw finally pushes the metal, the loud sound replacing the screams. All she can hear is ringing.
It is a welcome reprieve.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden