09-05-2018, 08:14 AM
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Bitter is the note within it though their words hold no trace of such feelings, put more to a neutral, allowing this small moment of peace between them. “Tis a pleasure... Officer Caesar,” strange is it to speak his title without the want to push at him, it is merely an act of some small respect, genuine if hard to find.
And there it was, the dilemma, one of so many crafted for each who hold the crackling presence of life within the blood pouring through their veins – speak true of oneself or permit the thoughts of others to control how one views themself and thus dictate their ways? Such had been what had forced them to think for a great deal of time, turning it all over. So young and inexperienced, they held not the words to put to the feelings, this churning pain when they thought themself a girl, as though a heated nail was pressed into their chest, piercing their heart though they smiled through the pain of it. It rose in waves, tugging at them and quickly did strength ebb when one was forced to try and push for too long, constantly struggling to simply keep their head above the water.
Gentle were the words and about fine features was a warmth, one which left an awed look to dawn across their own face, more rugged and plain yet light with the joy, the darkness of even the eye put upon the hound lightened some. To say Luca was one of his heroes idols may have been an understatement of a large sort for he seemed something more, the first they thought a friend though the title was withheld for the moment, tentative in permitting it ever to arise in worry it may end rejected. Yet light was their heart that day as they smiled back, unsure of what to say, words escaping them.
Unknown was the next, though not a total stranger their paths crossed only in regards of daily activity bringing them in close proximity but no words were uttered, names known if nothing else. Fading some the smile still proved genuine as they offered their own nod in turn towards Kirishima.
Indeed the time was not forgotten, being sneezed on was hard to shift from memory even for one such as they who found things that captured their interest the easiest for form strong memory of, that the odd one out amongst it all, but to a degree it was forgiven. More time would be necessary before they might prove willing to look back and think the situation funny, for it did seem somewhat humorous, but it was something they would put aside for they held no want to keep grudges when they proved minor things. And so it was the same light and warmth with which they had given Luca that was turned towards Marcellus. “Thank you... I... didn' tink anyun would care.” Around their lower lip their teeth closed and they worried at it.
Bitter is the note within it though their words hold no trace of such feelings, put more to a neutral, allowing this small moment of peace between them. “Tis a pleasure... Officer Caesar,” strange is it to speak his title without the want to push at him, it is merely an act of some small respect, genuine if hard to find.
And there it was, the dilemma, one of so many crafted for each who hold the crackling presence of life within the blood pouring through their veins – speak true of oneself or permit the thoughts of others to control how one views themself and thus dictate their ways? Such had been what had forced them to think for a great deal of time, turning it all over. So young and inexperienced, they held not the words to put to the feelings, this churning pain when they thought themself a girl, as though a heated nail was pressed into their chest, piercing their heart though they smiled through the pain of it. It rose in waves, tugging at them and quickly did strength ebb when one was forced to try and push for too long, constantly struggling to simply keep their head above the water.
Gentle were the words and about fine features was a warmth, one which left an awed look to dawn across their own face, more rugged and plain yet light with the joy, the darkness of even the eye put upon the hound lightened some. To say Luca was one of his heroes idols may have been an understatement of a large sort for he seemed something more, the first they thought a friend though the title was withheld for the moment, tentative in permitting it ever to arise in worry it may end rejected. Yet light was their heart that day as they smiled back, unsure of what to say, words escaping them.
Unknown was the next, though not a total stranger their paths crossed only in regards of daily activity bringing them in close proximity but no words were uttered, names known if nothing else. Fading some the smile still proved genuine as they offered their own nod in turn towards Kirishima.
Indeed the time was not forgotten, being sneezed on was hard to shift from memory even for one such as they who found things that captured their interest the easiest for form strong memory of, that the odd one out amongst it all, but to a degree it was forgiven. More time would be necessary before they might prove willing to look back and think the situation funny, for it did seem somewhat humorous, but it was something they would put aside for they held no want to keep grudges when they proved minor things. And so it was the same light and warmth with which they had given Luca that was turned towards Marcellus. “Thank you... I... didn' tink anyun would care.” Around their lower lip their teeth closed and they worried at it.