11-13-2018, 07:02 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]They knew not when but somewhere along the line they had lost grasp of the passage of time, permitted it to slip beneath the slow tumble of idle thought.
Quiet the chatter of it curling about the interior of skull, working along the bone as gentle it scrapes, seeking attention proven sluggish and unwilling to touch upon anything for any length of time. Swimming almost, bundled together is the heat about them drawn across the walls in shades of orange and black, flickering play of light as about the shadows it twirls and dances, heavy the touch of exhaustion tugging at the edge of mind. Pleasant is it all, this moment their own. Or it may have been if not for he.
Slow the lift of gaze, head lolling and draw of weight bringing with it body, weight resting upon shoulder and side. Loud is the clamour of it, the strike of hammer upon the surface of metal glimmering within ruddy tones, sparks drawn forth into the air. They know well the sanguine tones of his eyes would be sharpened within concentration, perched upon the work set before him, contemplating the structure of it. Time consuming was it all, from the preparation as pencil is drawn across the surface of paper and together comes design, selection of piece fitting to the project set before him given a great deal of care. And during it all they had been there, questions balanced upon the tip of tongue though rare had it been for such to arise within tone of pleading, whine almost as it fell from tongue in a sudden rush, caught up within the process of it all.
“Why are you here,” between each strike, clamour of hammer touching upon metal fading within wake of words, confusion drawn across gentle features. Quiet the exhale, tremble to lips as words form upon the surface of cracked skin, furrow of fictitious brow one of worry. “You don't belong here, you never have.” Breath caught, lodged within throat until – sputtering cough, press of paws and uneasy their movements. Within tense muscles adrenaline works, touches each nerve ending.
Choking. Heavy the press of weight upon throat, familiar all of it. Sting of tears, teeth clenched tight between teeth slow to draw back, hiccuping breath pushing through.
Brush of heat upon side, burning caught within throat, sudden the inhale. Fragments of the dream – nor may it be deemed a nightmare – lingered upon the ragged edges of a mind slow to draw itself forth from the depths of slumber, sharp the cough raising, tearing through throat. Painful is it all, inhalation of smoke unwelcome. Few knew of their place here, learnt of the room they had taken for they had bore no wish to disturb him any longer though it was within their own mind they had formulated such idea, drew it forth until it bounced and echoed, spoke only of their presence as unneeded. Possibly she had been right.
Scrape of claws upon wood, shift of the heavy mass of blankets about them. There was no time to think though within the space was a few trinkets, little things found during scavenges and those they had yet to pass on, mind skipping over them all. Later, when things had calmed and the last embers crackled within the smouldering mess, may they touch upon it, feel within the harsh twist of regret. For now their only thought was to move. Difficult was it, dragging steps drawn across wooden flooring that had grown heated, touch of splinters and raised nails tearing, smears of crimson left within their wake.
All too late they noticed the stairs. Empty was the air that met them, brief the moment when it registered before gravity was taking them, wrapping about small frame cruel hands. Jarring the first thud, the press of the stair into shoulder, the next edge found chest, pressed until – snap. Broken was the scream raising from parted jaws, brief the respite as they found themself drawing to a stop, caught upon the next stair. So close to the end. Raising within waves the heat of pain curled about where bone had broken, shifting and moving, breath bringing with it more. Stretch of limbs, paw hooking on edge of stair and again the thud of body upon next, choked the sob drawn from bloodied lips.
The heat rose, crackling and sharp, acidic the smell of smoke. Everything hurt. Slight was the register of more, the sudden built up of heat contained to their back legs, the raise of the fire about the stairs finding new fuel. Ever hungry, seeking more, never sated until nothing was left.”Baku! Ma... ma!" Struggle was it to push forth the words, call wavering and dying.
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Quiet the chatter of it curling about the interior of skull, working along the bone as gentle it scrapes, seeking attention proven sluggish and unwilling to touch upon anything for any length of time. Swimming almost, bundled together is the heat about them drawn across the walls in shades of orange and black, flickering play of light as about the shadows it twirls and dances, heavy the touch of exhaustion tugging at the edge of mind. Pleasant is it all, this moment their own. Or it may have been if not for he.
Slow the lift of gaze, head lolling and draw of weight bringing with it body, weight resting upon shoulder and side. Loud is the clamour of it, the strike of hammer upon the surface of metal glimmering within ruddy tones, sparks drawn forth into the air. They know well the sanguine tones of his eyes would be sharpened within concentration, perched upon the work set before him, contemplating the structure of it. Time consuming was it all, from the preparation as pencil is drawn across the surface of paper and together comes design, selection of piece fitting to the project set before him given a great deal of care. And during it all they had been there, questions balanced upon the tip of tongue though rare had it been for such to arise within tone of pleading, whine almost as it fell from tongue in a sudden rush, caught up within the process of it all.
“Why are you here,” between each strike, clamour of hammer touching upon metal fading within wake of words, confusion drawn across gentle features. Quiet the exhale, tremble to lips as words form upon the surface of cracked skin, furrow of fictitious brow one of worry. “You don't belong here, you never have.” Breath caught, lodged within throat until – sputtering cough, press of paws and uneasy their movements. Within tense muscles adrenaline works, touches each nerve ending.
Choking. Heavy the press of weight upon throat, familiar all of it. Sting of tears, teeth clenched tight between teeth slow to draw back, hiccuping breath pushing through.
Brush of heat upon side, burning caught within throat, sudden the inhale. Fragments of the dream – nor may it be deemed a nightmare – lingered upon the ragged edges of a mind slow to draw itself forth from the depths of slumber, sharp the cough raising, tearing through throat. Painful is it all, inhalation of smoke unwelcome. Few knew of their place here, learnt of the room they had taken for they had bore no wish to disturb him any longer though it was within their own mind they had formulated such idea, drew it forth until it bounced and echoed, spoke only of their presence as unneeded. Possibly she had been right.
Scrape of claws upon wood, shift of the heavy mass of blankets about them. There was no time to think though within the space was a few trinkets, little things found during scavenges and those they had yet to pass on, mind skipping over them all. Later, when things had calmed and the last embers crackled within the smouldering mess, may they touch upon it, feel within the harsh twist of regret. For now their only thought was to move. Difficult was it, dragging steps drawn across wooden flooring that had grown heated, touch of splinters and raised nails tearing, smears of crimson left within their wake.
All too late they noticed the stairs. Empty was the air that met them, brief the moment when it registered before gravity was taking them, wrapping about small frame cruel hands. Jarring the first thud, the press of the stair into shoulder, the next edge found chest, pressed until – snap. Broken was the scream raising from parted jaws, brief the respite as they found themself drawing to a stop, caught upon the next stair. So close to the end. Raising within waves the heat of pain curled about where bone had broken, shifting and moving, breath bringing with it more. Stretch of limbs, paw hooking on edge of stair and again the thud of body upon next, choked the sob drawn from bloodied lips.
The heat rose, crackling and sharp, acidic the smell of smoke. Everything hurt. Slight was the register of more, the sudden built up of heat contained to their back legs, the raise of the fire about the stairs finding new fuel. Ever hungry, seeking more, never sated until nothing was left.”Baku! Ma... ma!" Struggle was it to push forth the words, call wavering and dying.
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