03-25-2020, 12:17 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]It seemed a soft thread of wanderlust tainted the channels of rage touched heart, a quiet whim answered with no care to those left in lengthening wake. Known such trivial sins, a downfall within part had they played though tepid the heart that had sung a soft song of sorrow, following dutiful at retreating heels for nothing else seemed correct. Yet again had he left with an air of haunty rage, returned with the ebony scruff between softened teeth.
Such was the thing, however. Was not the third time that offering tarnished charm, an outcome wrought before trajectory was set, the pendulum swinging until the dark cloud looming above roiled and split with seething rage. Match was met and found wanting, increasing in volume the fear once about heart. Now it was all that touched upon slicked back ears, savage the beat of blood within delicate confinements. Their placement was not stationary, at times the sand accumulated about outpost bearing the hanging weight of scarred bell carried small prints, indents marking the manner they paced in loosening circles. Others the jungle called and that beyond, felt the eyes of others as they looked for youth missing from their ranks, bubbling beneath the surface an anger laced sorrow.
From their post had Eulia been drawn, the aching cry of empty stomach incapable of ignoring any longer, through small meal accompanied within a small basket caught between pearlescent teeth. Easy it's abandonment when the chime of bell arose forth, stinging the build up of welling tears, stumbling pace quickening into a clumsy jog. Upon the tip of their tongue lay various statements beating against their cgar of enamel, but one crowned it all, breathless the soft mumble escaping with each gasped exhale - why.
Turbulent the roiling waves of quickened thought, swirling and spiralling, jarring the sudden conclusion, forward momentum barely slowed enough to allow a quick stop. He seemed so happy. Marred the dark edges of his silhouette, about the pale surface of their lips sharp the twisting curl of frown taking slow shape as they made a brief assessment of clean covering, yet none of it dampened the manner he spoke. Of no matter the other, though their heart fluttered with a fresh burst of worry as they conversed with a startling ease, their attention set only on him.
There was to be no warning, the best of tiny paws kicking up sand in their wake all he may have before their momentum drew them forth. No true injury would come of such, blunted the ends of small horns adorning lowered cranium and each step saw them grow slower, broken their breathing by hiccuped gasps. Soft would be the impact directed at chest, silent the rain of their tears as they leaned into him, uncaring of all, let alone the stranger perched by his side.
"Why did you leave, you promised…" Another. Anger laced the tones once familiar, a soft melody offering the sweet song of comfort and affection, now a sharpened blade digging into their chest. For a moment did they ponder parting from Trygve, seeking the comfort of mother where the world might seem nothing more than a false dream. Yet still were they, strained whisper parting their lips before silence took over once more. "Fuck."
It was almost funny. Always had it seemed such lightened the mood, made better a disposition soured beneath poor circumstances. So why was it their heart seemed stalled, the warm sand welcoming as their weight fell atop it, hidden lilac depths welling with a fresh wave of tears beneath sand streaked paws.
Such was the thing, however. Was not the third time that offering tarnished charm, an outcome wrought before trajectory was set, the pendulum swinging until the dark cloud looming above roiled and split with seething rage. Match was met and found wanting, increasing in volume the fear once about heart. Now it was all that touched upon slicked back ears, savage the beat of blood within delicate confinements. Their placement was not stationary, at times the sand accumulated about outpost bearing the hanging weight of scarred bell carried small prints, indents marking the manner they paced in loosening circles. Others the jungle called and that beyond, felt the eyes of others as they looked for youth missing from their ranks, bubbling beneath the surface an anger laced sorrow.
From their post had Eulia been drawn, the aching cry of empty stomach incapable of ignoring any longer, through small meal accompanied within a small basket caught between pearlescent teeth. Easy it's abandonment when the chime of bell arose forth, stinging the build up of welling tears, stumbling pace quickening into a clumsy jog. Upon the tip of their tongue lay various statements beating against their cgar of enamel, but one crowned it all, breathless the soft mumble escaping with each gasped exhale - why.
Turbulent the roiling waves of quickened thought, swirling and spiralling, jarring the sudden conclusion, forward momentum barely slowed enough to allow a quick stop. He seemed so happy. Marred the dark edges of his silhouette, about the pale surface of their lips sharp the twisting curl of frown taking slow shape as they made a brief assessment of clean covering, yet none of it dampened the manner he spoke. Of no matter the other, though their heart fluttered with a fresh burst of worry as they conversed with a startling ease, their attention set only on him.
There was to be no warning, the best of tiny paws kicking up sand in their wake all he may have before their momentum drew them forth. No true injury would come of such, blunted the ends of small horns adorning lowered cranium and each step saw them grow slower, broken their breathing by hiccuped gasps. Soft would be the impact directed at chest, silent the rain of their tears as they leaned into him, uncaring of all, let alone the stranger perched by his side.
"Why did you leave, you promised…" Another. Anger laced the tones once familiar, a soft melody offering the sweet song of comfort and affection, now a sharpened blade digging into their chest. For a moment did they ponder parting from Trygve, seeking the comfort of mother where the world might seem nothing more than a false dream. Yet still were they, strained whisper parting their lips before silence took over once more. "Fuck."
It was almost funny. Always had it seemed such lightened the mood, made better a disposition soured beneath poor circumstances. So why was it their heart seemed stalled, the warm sand welcoming as their weight fell atop it, hidden lilac depths welling with a fresh wave of tears beneath sand streaked paws.