01-20-2021, 05:32 AM
[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]Perpetual cycle, stagnant grown beneath guise of reprieve, faux that tied about as though name may make it tangible, give reason for the unexplainable. He knew of it, had tasted the metallic cascade that accompanied the rhythmic drums, the tart bite of summer awash in a peace that only belied the doubts. Peace was a concept forgein, elusive as it seemed further destined to grow false, still threaded the horror and pain, strings pulled under the guise of put upon joy.
So too he knew the habits, those misguided, given the title of assistance as though the manner they consumed all, peeled back all and chewed along the dying chambers of ravaged heart, could be negated. Fair his share of swindled spirits, first taste long behind, yet recalled with a fondness tarnished by time. The barn his haven, straw beneath, half drunk on the mere fumes, a mere boy then. The cigarettes as well, though never taken to, even as smooth and rich grew the flavour on his tongue, the sting of first draw far from final drag. Given it all up, the ease of that choice not hinting at the struggle behind it.
Raucous the rabble that occupied the tavern, it seemed no matter the hour the benches were occupied by a crowd, often already well in their cups and seeking to go further, strangers may, travellers filling their coffers. Shunned the building, though looked upon with some want the light that spilled out, the warmth sure to be within. Light still the hold winter had, taken some of heat yet always it prevails, the brisk wind still grew harsh in open areas, however, insistent the tug of fatigue against his mind.
Surprise registered for a brief moment with the next patron, a face not seen along the crowd before, intrigue leading him to lean closer. Short his visit, away tucked sought objects and so questions grew freely, after head moving, followed his progression as the cobble fell away into golden grains. Mulled over the decision, how wise it may be to intrude where his presence may not be welcome. Easy the turn away, and respected would be such if rejected his advance, forth rocking the lumbering beast, stood for a few moments to once more gather his bearings. This completed, and seemingly steady on his feet, after did he follow.
Familiar the smell, a strong odour even beneath the salt permeating the air, lost beneath the waves the click, light a flickering point extinguished once need has been fulfilled. No pleasure seemed derived from the act, held filter between lips, moving with words he may not hear, though further intrusion he was pleased not to perform. Closer he stepped, awaited no invitation and instead heavy his collapse, out sticking back legs as large paws squarely planted between, back slouched inward. To the ocean his gaze wandered, taken in as the moments passed, finally the rumble of his voice offering needless comment. "Pretty." Head moved in gesture to indicate the ocean alongside his comment. All the same soon his attention gravitated to the dealer once more, mouth moving without sound as chewed over his words.
Unwelcome may be his presence, and further more the questions that built along his tongue, spoken all the same, if only one among the bunch fell from the shallow curl of a frown. "Why." Further elaboration lacking, easy the identification, however, cause hanging from his mouth and all that may prompt such, the little time he had been in proximity with Michael enough to make it apparent this was no common occurrence.
So too he knew the habits, those misguided, given the title of assistance as though the manner they consumed all, peeled back all and chewed along the dying chambers of ravaged heart, could be negated. Fair his share of swindled spirits, first taste long behind, yet recalled with a fondness tarnished by time. The barn his haven, straw beneath, half drunk on the mere fumes, a mere boy then. The cigarettes as well, though never taken to, even as smooth and rich grew the flavour on his tongue, the sting of first draw far from final drag. Given it all up, the ease of that choice not hinting at the struggle behind it.
Raucous the rabble that occupied the tavern, it seemed no matter the hour the benches were occupied by a crowd, often already well in their cups and seeking to go further, strangers may, travellers filling their coffers. Shunned the building, though looked upon with some want the light that spilled out, the warmth sure to be within. Light still the hold winter had, taken some of heat yet always it prevails, the brisk wind still grew harsh in open areas, however, insistent the tug of fatigue against his mind.
Surprise registered for a brief moment with the next patron, a face not seen along the crowd before, intrigue leading him to lean closer. Short his visit, away tucked sought objects and so questions grew freely, after head moving, followed his progression as the cobble fell away into golden grains. Mulled over the decision, how wise it may be to intrude where his presence may not be welcome. Easy the turn away, and respected would be such if rejected his advance, forth rocking the lumbering beast, stood for a few moments to once more gather his bearings. This completed, and seemingly steady on his feet, after did he follow.
Familiar the smell, a strong odour even beneath the salt permeating the air, lost beneath the waves the click, light a flickering point extinguished once need has been fulfilled. No pleasure seemed derived from the act, held filter between lips, moving with words he may not hear, though further intrusion he was pleased not to perform. Closer he stepped, awaited no invitation and instead heavy his collapse, out sticking back legs as large paws squarely planted between, back slouched inward. To the ocean his gaze wandered, taken in as the moments passed, finally the rumble of his voice offering needless comment. "Pretty." Head moved in gesture to indicate the ocean alongside his comment. All the same soon his attention gravitated to the dealer once more, mouth moving without sound as chewed over his words.
Unwelcome may be his presence, and further more the questions that built along his tongue, spoken all the same, if only one among the bunch fell from the shallow curl of a frown. "Why." Further elaboration lacking, easy the identification, however, cause hanging from his mouth and all that may prompt such, the little time he had been in proximity with Michael enough to make it apparent this was no common occurrence.