12-16-2018, 04:24 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]It was just about the opposite with Ambroise. He learned his lesson quickly, on the first try; since a child, he was the oldest of the kids, did the most to help out his mom, and he knew that he wasn't in a position where he could afford to make the same mistake, or any at all. When he was picked off the street by assholes looking for easy labor, that reluctance to learn a lesson vanished even further under harsh blows and cages. Ambroise had learned how to mind his place, how to keep his head down, how to be rough. Dreams of easier, less violent days were useless, and yet- he'd gone and cared for Mila. Had loved her, even, and in the end, when she died, the only person he could blame for that was himself. Another lesson learned about the dangers of fire.
Ambroise should've retreated into seclusion somewhere, and would have if some part of him still weren't so weak. Likely the same part of him stirred by memories of his mother and his sisters, all excited for Christmas. He hated it, did his best to keep that soft-hearted chickenshit from poking out his head, so he stayed to himself, found the best spots for seclusion. Wasn't enough to throw Orpheus off. His apparent warmth irritated Ambroise, the way sunlight pissed him off when it shone so often in his face.
"Could you might fuck off? 'M busy." Staring at the wall, yes, but busy. Always too busy for whatever Orpheus wanted to say.
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Ambroise should've retreated into seclusion somewhere, and would have if some part of him still weren't so weak. Likely the same part of him stirred by memories of his mother and his sisters, all excited for Christmas. He hated it, did his best to keep that soft-hearted chickenshit from poking out his head, so he stayed to himself, found the best spots for seclusion. Wasn't enough to throw Orpheus off. His apparent warmth irritated Ambroise, the way sunlight pissed him off when it shone so often in his face.
"Could you might fuck off? 'M busy." Staring at the wall, yes, but busy. Always too busy for whatever Orpheus wanted to say.
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead