11-29-2020, 05:16 PM
To fixate solely upon the past was to invite old demons forth into the present moment.
Minimal his own, a base recall warped beneath a mind too young to construct each piece into recognisable set pieces, a foggy mess he may not parse and so bore no wish to try. That which obscured, those scenes playing along the brief darkness of eyelid, a projection mind wove with clarity he may only guess upon, unknown. Basic his own reasoning behind bearing an evident opposition to the chosen containment, tugged the simple fears that plagued many children.
Close grew the cloying darkness, few the light sources they were provided for storage select parts of the underground network, particular the individuals who had made this change from intended purpose. Behind the thick curtain of black it cast against concrete walls his mind may only fill the empty spaces with cruel abominations. With ease may each be disproven in turn, but such necessitated courage, seized the tender heart caged in soft breast by such notion, a craven child that evaded false ghosts.
Cool the wall pressed to back, never turned on the darkness that ringed shallow pool of illumination, looked upon with wide, frantic eyes sweeping along what was visible. Movement, sound ricocheting off concrete, approach breaking that flimsy line of protection. Retreat attempted yet nowhere to go, back further pressed against unyielding surface, lips drawn back, a grimace more than what he wished to be a snarl. Tentative in draw as realisation struck, thoughts occupied and thus departure made before voice may arise in questioning call, after the child left to watch as on did father continue. The minutes passed, time in which Salvia pondered the intelligence over abandoning the safety of his placement near the barred entrance, aside the idea pushed as the scraping clamour of metal arose to taint the air.
Slow his own path, though fresh the trail that led him through labyrinth he knew not what await at the end, possibly his own Minotaur, no brazen bull but a beast plucked from feverish nightmares, serpentine and cruel in all ways. Pause occurred near the supposed reopened doors and, tentative now with end is near sight, he stepped within. Obscured the items contained within by thick dust, as though occupation had not occured in a great many months, impossible to stifle the sneeze that echoed and caused ears to flatten. Unimpeded the other, however, lost in memories of a man the child knew nothing of, curious now as he trailed behind.
There was no comfort in his odd position, sprawled half upon and half off, muttering to himself as if he believed he still carried the boon of solitude. Grown sheepish now at this intrusion thought of leaving arose, discarded with a short shake of his head. Apparent how heavy Aurum grew beneath something, forlorn here where he seemed knowledgeable. Quiet his approach, gentle in pressing cheek to shoulder, unaccustomed Salvia to such for above did Aurum tower and now low was he brought. Among those strands, short transitioning into the flowing length of mane that bore the tang of dust as it never should, he nuzzled, announcing his presence with touch before voice arose.
"What is this place." Had he a more clear mind avoided such questioning, old wounds picked out without realisation as surely prior occupant must be spoken of with such, yet childish his curiosity that bubbled forth along hushed murmur.
[table][tr][td]Minimal his own, a base recall warped beneath a mind too young to construct each piece into recognisable set pieces, a foggy mess he may not parse and so bore no wish to try. That which obscured, those scenes playing along the brief darkness of eyelid, a projection mind wove with clarity he may only guess upon, unknown. Basic his own reasoning behind bearing an evident opposition to the chosen containment, tugged the simple fears that plagued many children.
Close grew the cloying darkness, few the light sources they were provided for storage select parts of the underground network, particular the individuals who had made this change from intended purpose. Behind the thick curtain of black it cast against concrete walls his mind may only fill the empty spaces with cruel abominations. With ease may each be disproven in turn, but such necessitated courage, seized the tender heart caged in soft breast by such notion, a craven child that evaded false ghosts.
Cool the wall pressed to back, never turned on the darkness that ringed shallow pool of illumination, looked upon with wide, frantic eyes sweeping along what was visible. Movement, sound ricocheting off concrete, approach breaking that flimsy line of protection. Retreat attempted yet nowhere to go, back further pressed against unyielding surface, lips drawn back, a grimace more than what he wished to be a snarl. Tentative in draw as realisation struck, thoughts occupied and thus departure made before voice may arise in questioning call, after the child left to watch as on did father continue. The minutes passed, time in which Salvia pondered the intelligence over abandoning the safety of his placement near the barred entrance, aside the idea pushed as the scraping clamour of metal arose to taint the air.
Slow his own path, though fresh the trail that led him through labyrinth he knew not what await at the end, possibly his own Minotaur, no brazen bull but a beast plucked from feverish nightmares, serpentine and cruel in all ways. Pause occurred near the supposed reopened doors and, tentative now with end is near sight, he stepped within. Obscured the items contained within by thick dust, as though occupation had not occured in a great many months, impossible to stifle the sneeze that echoed and caused ears to flatten. Unimpeded the other, however, lost in memories of a man the child knew nothing of, curious now as he trailed behind.
There was no comfort in his odd position, sprawled half upon and half off, muttering to himself as if he believed he still carried the boon of solitude. Grown sheepish now at this intrusion thought of leaving arose, discarded with a short shake of his head. Apparent how heavy Aurum grew beneath something, forlorn here where he seemed knowledgeable. Quiet his approach, gentle in pressing cheek to shoulder, unaccustomed Salvia to such for above did Aurum tower and now low was he brought. Among those strands, short transitioning into the flowing length of mane that bore the tang of dust as it never should, he nuzzled, announcing his presence with touch before voice arose.
"What is this place." Had he a more clear mind avoided such questioning, old wounds picked out without realisation as surely prior occupant must be spoken of with such, yet childish his curiosity that bubbled forth along hushed murmur.
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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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