11-10-2020, 12:42 AM
Child of summer and peace. Unbroken the rose tint of naive innocence, all that was known shaped by care, the darkness obscured. Best the option within that present moment, delicate the mind to such a degree further explanation may break it, poor it now when tension broke, the clamour of war hushed now exploding in a myriad of sound.
Basic the grasp he had about the intended plan, present during the last moments when formulation had been conducted and much had been decided, his own role meagre, if existent at all. Gently persuade away from the idea, cited that he knew as factors contributing to the danger behind his inclusion, yet ignored each, a din that merely aggravated. A child, untested and thus of no use, expectation to simply wait upon the sidelines. Once may have been heeded the words spoken in tones masking worry, disregarded with a faux promise, the break easy when he viewed nothing was present on the table.
Idiot child with his head in the clouds.
Alone Salvia stood upon the porch that ringed that he had known as home, bundled inside once it became apparent possibility was present and the rest had gathered, an observer bearing a wide grin. Soon it fell, widened mouth as eyes did alike, gargled the choked off noises caught in restricted throat. He knew the status of his father, his being not mortal in whole, abomination ringed by spines that which replaced, however, boulders struck against one another with a thundering echo the voice it released in short responses. Begun the commotion as entwined grew the beasts, ivory and ebony wound in deadly dance, crimson dripping between scales in shallow rivets.
Away vision skittered and another was caught unawares after supposed victory against one of their captors, false monarch relishing the fight, once before won and likely assured again may he claim victory. Scream bubbled forth, held behind teeth at the cracking arc lightning cut through air grown electrified, apparent the tang ozone cast in its wake. Counter staged in moments, brief the manner Salvia was mesmerised by the flashing lights adorning fins, away turning as shakey steps allowed him to enter the battlefield. Poor choice, no combatant left and thus he merely stood, slight the tremor that overtook even as settled across cream hued visage a snarl bordering upon a grimace.
[table][tr][td]Basic the grasp he had about the intended plan, present during the last moments when formulation had been conducted and much had been decided, his own role meagre, if existent at all. Gently persuade away from the idea, cited that he knew as factors contributing to the danger behind his inclusion, yet ignored each, a din that merely aggravated. A child, untested and thus of no use, expectation to simply wait upon the sidelines. Once may have been heeded the words spoken in tones masking worry, disregarded with a faux promise, the break easy when he viewed nothing was present on the table.
Idiot child with his head in the clouds.
Alone Salvia stood upon the porch that ringed that he had known as home, bundled inside once it became apparent possibility was present and the rest had gathered, an observer bearing a wide grin. Soon it fell, widened mouth as eyes did alike, gargled the choked off noises caught in restricted throat. He knew the status of his father, his being not mortal in whole, abomination ringed by spines that which replaced, however, boulders struck against one another with a thundering echo the voice it released in short responses. Begun the commotion as entwined grew the beasts, ivory and ebony wound in deadly dance, crimson dripping between scales in shallow rivets.
Away vision skittered and another was caught unawares after supposed victory against one of their captors, false monarch relishing the fight, once before won and likely assured again may he claim victory. Scream bubbled forth, held behind teeth at the cracking arc lightning cut through air grown electrified, apparent the tang ozone cast in its wake. Counter staged in moments, brief the manner Salvia was mesmerised by the flashing lights adorning fins, away turning as shakey steps allowed him to enter the battlefield. Poor choice, no combatant left and thus he merely stood, slight the tremor that overtook even as settled across cream hued visage a snarl bordering upon a grimace.
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But I wish I could I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else but I left it way too late, are you stuck in your own ways? you only look at me properly now when you're drunk watching movies. where are you? what happened? I want what we had
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