10-08-2018, 10:17 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]it was afternoon turning evening when the island finally, finally seemed to grow closer. wings dragged limply and wet from the ocean's tide; had he the energy, the angel would have parted the waves over the tracks, but exhaustion clung to him and held his limbs down like weights. dry blood stained the lovely white of his chest and muzzle, cheeks damp with old tears, eyes sunken and surrounded by dark circles.
he was eager to go home. put as much distance between him and the sweltering desert of the pitt, and the body he left behind. a violent cough shook junji as he wobbled on, thick black tar sputtering from his lips and dripping into the pure ocean. what followed was a weak sob, dry and raspy; he had no tears left to cry, not enough water in his system to do shed even one. the salt water curling about him was tempting, so tempting, but he knew one drink and all he would do was gasp and choke and gag. the island wasn't far now, he wouldn't wait long.
as he drew nearer to the railroad gate, the angel quickened, splashing as he bounded and fumbled, until he crashed into the damp sand on the shoreline. his wing knocked the bell as he fell, jingling loud and filling the empty evening air with its tolls. junji lay still in the sand; softly his paw brushed over it, and finally he tugged himself upward, grimacing at the weight put on his swollen paw. "luca," the boy croaked. "marcel?" he exhaled shakily, and with a quivering lip he called,"i'm home..."
he was eager to go home. put as much distance between him and the sweltering desert of the pitt, and the body he left behind. a violent cough shook junji as he wobbled on, thick black tar sputtering from his lips and dripping into the pure ocean. what followed was a weak sob, dry and raspy; he had no tears left to cry, not enough water in his system to do shed even one. the salt water curling about him was tempting, so tempting, but he knew one drink and all he would do was gasp and choke and gag. the island wasn't far now, he wouldn't wait long.
as he drew nearer to the railroad gate, the angel quickened, splashing as he bounded and fumbled, until he crashed into the damp sand on the shoreline. his wing knocked the bell as he fell, jingling loud and filling the empty evening air with its tolls. junji lay still in the sand; softly his paw brushed over it, and finally he tugged himself upward, grimacing at the weight put on his swollen paw. "luca," the boy croaked. "marcel?" he exhaled shakily, and with a quivering lip he called,"i'm home..."
[align=center][div style="font-size:17pt;line-height:1.1;color:white;font-family:impact"][i]hello my old heart