10-10-2018, 12:48 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Crackling, haze of sound broken by periodic pops, slow but steady the destruction of fuel, eaten by flames bearing a colour not its own. Pretty all the same, wreaths of blue flickering and dancing, paling until its heart bore the pale tone of white, within almost images. Dark eye moved across it, following each tendril of flame as it arose for little more than the beat of a few moments, dying once more with a shower of sparks. They held no experience with such things, found little necessary where it came to interacting with flame, unpredictable and dangerous no matter the charms of it. Yet might one not speak the same of the waves, backdrop of sound, the murmur of it as it rose upon the sand only to be drawn back, mournful sound as they it sought something cast upon the beach beyond where it might touch.
Familiar voice, given a volume higher than any sound about it, simplistic structure to each word. Attention focused upon the one to speak, name caught within web of entangled thoughts, for a brief moment confusion upon dark features before they cleared, slight frown taking hold. Slight was the recollection of their connection, one through blood though they had never permitted the word to pass their lips, to the child this man before them was less father and more Captain, given respect and admiration. The next was unfamiliar, voice raising to fill the space before silence settled, similar words if modified, made to fit him.
And what of them, what little fact still held place within their mind. Close as they might dare Sil settled by Pincher, still some good distance leaving them separate, gaze flicking from fire to the wildcat, wondering for a time what he thought. “I am... Sil,” lacking, wrong in ways they struggled to explain as though cut off from the rest, a segment of something more. Brief twist of a grimace, head ducking before voice rose once more, softer now. “I like gold and... knives.” Stuttering words, starting and stopping as they pondered over the minimal they were left with, base facts that would mean nothing to any other.
( hey i'm grimm but feel free to call me cy, 20 and from the land down under. my favourite colour is maroon and i adore spring, along with that i knit and sketch in my spare time with plans on writing up a few different stories i would love to one day get published, but besides that i adore cooking and trying out new things. i've been rping since 2010 or so though i started writing a little earlier then that. if you ever want to talk feel free to hit me up here or on discord, Grimm#0186 )
Familiar voice, given a volume higher than any sound about it, simplistic structure to each word. Attention focused upon the one to speak, name caught within web of entangled thoughts, for a brief moment confusion upon dark features before they cleared, slight frown taking hold. Slight was the recollection of their connection, one through blood though they had never permitted the word to pass their lips, to the child this man before them was less father and more Captain, given respect and admiration. The next was unfamiliar, voice raising to fill the space before silence settled, similar words if modified, made to fit him.
And what of them, what little fact still held place within their mind. Close as they might dare Sil settled by Pincher, still some good distance leaving them separate, gaze flicking from fire to the wildcat, wondering for a time what he thought. “I am... Sil,” lacking, wrong in ways they struggled to explain as though cut off from the rest, a segment of something more. Brief twist of a grimace, head ducking before voice rose once more, softer now. “I like gold and... knives.” Stuttering words, starting and stopping as they pondered over the minimal they were left with, base facts that would mean nothing to any other.
( hey i'm grimm but feel free to call me cy, 20 and from the land down under. my favourite colour is maroon and i adore spring, along with that i knit and sketch in my spare time with plans on writing up a few different stories i would love to one day get published, but besides that i adore cooking and trying out new things. i've been rping since 2010 or so though i started writing a little earlier then that. if you ever want to talk feel free to hit me up here or on discord, Grimm#0186 )