11-10-2018, 11:58 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Des always had an affinity for fire, often showing off small tricks to Sol to make him laugh and his eyes light up. He always held a little bit of it between his lips (a cigarette, as he had explained) and a lot more in his heart, burning through and manifesting as both bravery and pain. His dad had explained to him that fire was a dangerous thing, that even though it offered warmth, there was a thin line between a hearth and hellfire. It didn’t stop Sol’s fascination with it. Maybe it was to be expected, for he was a child borne of a creature with one leg in hell and the other in nonexistence. Perhaps it would have been safer to prepare him for the consequences of life like Desperado was trying to slowly do rather than shelter him from it all like Lirim was now doing. He was a child, and it was inevitable he would be drawn towards danger if his father was anything to go by. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, and Sol seemed particularly close to it.
He had been wandering when the flames started, breaking free from Lirim’s sleeping grasp to instead explore his new home in hopes of finding his father. Lirim still refused to explain his disappearance, staying silent whenever the question fell upon their ears, and the child was getting tired of sitting by idly while his dad was gone. No one was doing anything to search for him, no one seemed to care. But he did. He would find him alone if he had to.
The first place he coincidentally thought to start that search was the Tavern. It was fairly boisterous, even without all of its members there, and it seemed like the best place to start looking. A crowd as big as this would surely bring someone interesting, someone who would be able to answer his questions. Or maybe Des himself would be there to gather his son up in his paws, taking him back home. Because he was the child’s home. Sol didn’t really view places without any emotional connections as homes. It was all just temporary shelter until you had someone there with you.
But as it was, his father wasn’t there, and he had chose to search at a very, very bad time.
The heat of the flames started off subtle, and could have easily been mistaken for the warming of a room when too many bodies started to fill it. It didn’t take long for the heat to start getting uncomfortable, however, and for the tiger’s fears to start trickling in as he slowly started to realize that the heat wasn’t just a coincidence. The smell of charring wood was the first give away. The smoke that started to fill his tiny lungs was the second.
Everything seemed to explode into chaos soon after. Bodies started shoving each other out of the way to try and get out, friends were helping other friends to find holes they could crawl out of... but no one noticed Sol. He was too small, and no one expected a child to be up so late and in the tavern of all places. He was left alone, still trying to find his dad, convinced that he would be here, following the fire to find his son.
He had been wandering when the flames started, breaking free from Lirim’s sleeping grasp to instead explore his new home in hopes of finding his father. Lirim still refused to explain his disappearance, staying silent whenever the question fell upon their ears, and the child was getting tired of sitting by idly while his dad was gone. No one was doing anything to search for him, no one seemed to care. But he did. He would find him alone if he had to.
The first place he coincidentally thought to start that search was the Tavern. It was fairly boisterous, even without all of its members there, and it seemed like the best place to start looking. A crowd as big as this would surely bring someone interesting, someone who would be able to answer his questions. Or maybe Des himself would be there to gather his son up in his paws, taking him back home. Because he was the child’s home. Sol didn’t really view places without any emotional connections as homes. It was all just temporary shelter until you had someone there with you.
But as it was, his father wasn’t there, and he had chose to search at a very, very bad time.
The heat of the flames started off subtle, and could have easily been mistaken for the warming of a room when too many bodies started to fill it. It didn’t take long for the heat to start getting uncomfortable, however, and for the tiger’s fears to start trickling in as he slowly started to realize that the heat wasn’t just a coincidence. The smell of charring wood was the first give away. The smoke that started to fill his tiny lungs was the second.
Everything seemed to explode into chaos soon after. Bodies started shoving each other out of the way to try and get out, friends were helping other friends to find holes they could crawl out of... but no one noticed Sol. He was too small, and no one expected a child to be up so late and in the tavern of all places. He was left alone, still trying to find his dad, convinced that he would be here, following the fire to find his son.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden