01-02-2021, 08:20 AM
[div style="margin: auto; background-image: linear-gradient(to top left, #7e7488 50%, #5c5c79 50%); max-width: 475px; height: auto; padding: 2%; border: 1px #1d1d1d solid;"][div style="margin: auto; background-color: #1d1d1d; max-width: 475px; color: #fefefe; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; border: 2px #1d1d1d solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]Too numerous the titles hung about fragile concept, understanding derived from words imparting meaning upon that which may not be held in such poor confinements. Fate some deem it, the hand cradling the dice, destiny others, strings set into frame and tended by hand bearing the scissors. Equal the measure, the give and take permanent, balanced even as want paints such as unnaturally cruel. And possibly it is, yet how might they, those of such fickle and simple minds, judge that they may understand only by breaking it and making it their own with trivial names and meanings.
Loss.
Easier the hold, pieces taken in wake, the hollow understood for how ragged edges may be defined. He knew it, if abstract and dark his own brush, heart full, yet adorned with hairline cracks. Memories held, treasured as both comfort and sorrow, his taken, too young then. May he deem himself worse for such, carry such aching hole pressed into the shadow of his heart and know not its cause, or may he be better, the crevice filled for no evidence may be found.
Basic his understanding of what had occurred, further striped back from even the meagre information gathered by those permitted travel beyond, thus confused had he been at the utterance of welcome. Home their own they held, what need may they have of another. Far pushed such thought, mind further occupied by pursuits his own, smoke in the wind until voices arose. Beneath the ceaseless clamour of the waves dying against the restless brine with a thunderous crash lost the words, enough their presence to pique interest at the least. Trajectory shifted, destination close and thus from his course Foam did not truly wander, confusion arising as momentum briefly stalled.
Face known, though poor the memory through which he waded, lips shifting, upward curl that paired well with sprightly step. Dimmed his optimism as distance closed, caught breath in throat closing, a tight grasp that choked, lips parting about gritted teeth. Harsh the removal, paws dragging at eyes and cheeks, aching as banishment of brimming tears was completed. Misunderstood still what allowed such transfer, brief those snippets, morphed his own disposition into that of other, invasive presence he may not escape. Shakey the final steps, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, jaw shifting as teeth ground together. No words he may offer, between vision turning, yet always back it drawn, Laeglin caught beneath gentle scrutiny.
"Don't you get lonely…" Hushed words fell from barely moving lips, slight the cant of head as the query hung. Far his own share of solitude, though enforced had it been, the notion of choosing such forgein.
Loss.
Easier the hold, pieces taken in wake, the hollow understood for how ragged edges may be defined. He knew it, if abstract and dark his own brush, heart full, yet adorned with hairline cracks. Memories held, treasured as both comfort and sorrow, his taken, too young then. May he deem himself worse for such, carry such aching hole pressed into the shadow of his heart and know not its cause, or may he be better, the crevice filled for no evidence may be found.
Basic his understanding of what had occurred, further striped back from even the meagre information gathered by those permitted travel beyond, thus confused had he been at the utterance of welcome. Home their own they held, what need may they have of another. Far pushed such thought, mind further occupied by pursuits his own, smoke in the wind until voices arose. Beneath the ceaseless clamour of the waves dying against the restless brine with a thunderous crash lost the words, enough their presence to pique interest at the least. Trajectory shifted, destination close and thus from his course Foam did not truly wander, confusion arising as momentum briefly stalled.
Face known, though poor the memory through which he waded, lips shifting, upward curl that paired well with sprightly step. Dimmed his optimism as distance closed, caught breath in throat closing, a tight grasp that choked, lips parting about gritted teeth. Harsh the removal, paws dragging at eyes and cheeks, aching as banishment of brimming tears was completed. Misunderstood still what allowed such transfer, brief those snippets, morphed his own disposition into that of other, invasive presence he may not escape. Shakey the final steps, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, jaw shifting as teeth ground together. No words he may offer, between vision turning, yet always back it drawn, Laeglin caught beneath gentle scrutiny.
"Don't you get lonely…" Hushed words fell from barely moving lips, slight the cant of head as the query hung. Far his own share of solitude, though enforced had it been, the notion of choosing such forgein.