11-25-2018, 09:32 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Familiar the core of it all, found about the base strands plucking at idle touch of memory. Time had there been when he had been beneath the beck and call of others though few were risen above the rest, given no higher power for equal were they for a time, drawn together beneath a God none understood nor cared to speak of. Disoriented and difficult to take in the echoing voices contained within the wide room of marble, stain about it leaving what once held about it the sheen of white a rusty coating, quiet the murmur of voices parting lips only to find a higher register. Within the voice of their own lord they spoke, conversed amongst each other though the air was touched with it, broken beneath syllables tailing along tongue, touching upon curl of a frown.
It mattered not the similarities between, quiet the aching pulse of heart as it sought something more, place left behind for actions had been performed within the heat of the moment, touch of it curling and tainting, refusing to move until he was but a puppet dancing upon strings. No importance within the lurch of heart, lodging within the constriction of throat as weight shifted, extension of limb before next was moving, pace set slow.
Difficult to judge how the twist of pale toned lips, how they drew down at the corners and the twist of fictitious brow scrunched the fabric adorning gold toned features, may speak for soft was the sound, gentle the wordless tune arising though no true song was it. Comfort the broken notes, brief their raise before within the loose structure of a sigh they faded into nothing more then even breath. Half hearted attempt to listen, dip of head until chin found chest, though sudden was the jerk of it. “I-I'll go.” Touch of surprise, brief the flicker of it, for unexpected was such offer. Eimi knew little of this place, odd as it had proven itself to be though wrapped within a gentle warmth – home almost, if he may so wish to make it such a thing – yet difficult was it to break the want in heart, touching upon its fine strands.
It mattered not the similarities between, quiet the aching pulse of heart as it sought something more, place left behind for actions had been performed within the heat of the moment, touch of it curling and tainting, refusing to move until he was but a puppet dancing upon strings. No importance within the lurch of heart, lodging within the constriction of throat as weight shifted, extension of limb before next was moving, pace set slow.
Difficult to judge how the twist of pale toned lips, how they drew down at the corners and the twist of fictitious brow scrunched the fabric adorning gold toned features, may speak for soft was the sound, gentle the wordless tune arising though no true song was it. Comfort the broken notes, brief their raise before within the loose structure of a sigh they faded into nothing more then even breath. Half hearted attempt to listen, dip of head until chin found chest, though sudden was the jerk of it. “I-I'll go.” Touch of surprise, brief the flicker of it, for unexpected was such offer. Eimi knew little of this place, odd as it had proven itself to be though wrapped within a gentle warmth – home almost, if he may so wish to make it such a thing – yet difficult was it to break the want in heart, touching upon its fine strands.