02-15-2021, 08:38 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Within hindsight his unrequested assistance — numerous the more unsavoury titles that may be rightfully attributed, each ignored for the most part — was rather presumptuous. A stranger lacking a name, poor the first impression, of worsening quality the sought second. His movements stilled, the sounds of the tavern grown dull, a murmur of droning noise than the raucous conversation of many. Easy the storage, time enough later to extend a hand in what he hoped may be viewed as help, intimate his own dealings with loss. The want was not there, however, burned into his mind the scene, how each desperate plea had gone unanswered.
He was not alone, not as Harland had been, evident such by those that reached out in the days that followed. Unnecessary his presence, more hindrance than anything. Something refuted the notion, pushed it back until he may entertain only his end goal, grief best handled when around others. The choice always there, allowed the dealer to push back, rejection to be met with only acceptance.
Heavy sigh bypassed his lips as basket was finished, harsh the manner he pushed edges down to secure all within place. Option simply to leave it on his doorstep proved most favourable as taken the package, anonymous still though delivery would be completed. Few his observers, their own little worlds created and maintained, the break lasting moments before prior pursuit drew them back, his nerves briefly suppressed when none seemed adamant on questioning his intentions. Continued this with his exit, away worn his newness, but another face among the crowd now, issue grown apparent only now that he stood beyond the tavern's threshold.
He was unsure about the exact whereabouts of the home he sought, or if his intended recipient would be present.
The notion of requesting directions arose, discarded in almost the same moment, Harland cared little to think on the reception his query may receive. Lacking that avenue to streamline the process it grew into a rather prolonged guessing game, numerous the doors he knocked upon, disgruntled many and empty a few of the abodes passed. Late grew the hour, pleasant the orange and peach hues that painted the horizon where it met the still ocean, frazzled the bombay, however, nerves only built upon with each wrong house checked in on. Last that he ended up before, assured now that he had no way of being wrong. Falsehood such, known this, and his mind was more than pleased to conjure any number of sceneries that may occur should it be another dead end.
Annoyance settled into golden depths, hard the set of pursed lips, at the least, they were pursed as much as he was able to about the handle he carried. Wrong or not the futile pursuit had grown vexing, what energy he still had sorely desired for other tasks before restless slumber may take him, whomever resided here allowed the package. Closer Harland stepped, unceremonious the placement before the door, paw arising. Before contact may be made he paused, grown unsure on the exact approach. No other hut was left to check, thus the final destination was decided without his input, his wish to depart with the mere informing of the occupant with a knock it was present fighting against his wish to be sure the correct person received it. Simply lingering at a distance seemed distasteful, with no note attached the wrong idea may be taken from it.
Down his gaze wandered, paw mirroring the movement. Maybe it was best he seek outside information rather than relying so heavily on the little he knew, all that was wasted a bit of time. Slow his forward lean, forehead connecting with the door with a soft thud. This was all an idiotic idea, brushing it under the rug seemed the best course of action.
He was not alone, not as Harland had been, evident such by those that reached out in the days that followed. Unnecessary his presence, more hindrance than anything. Something refuted the notion, pushed it back until he may entertain only his end goal, grief best handled when around others. The choice always there, allowed the dealer to push back, rejection to be met with only acceptance.
Heavy sigh bypassed his lips as basket was finished, harsh the manner he pushed edges down to secure all within place. Option simply to leave it on his doorstep proved most favourable as taken the package, anonymous still though delivery would be completed. Few his observers, their own little worlds created and maintained, the break lasting moments before prior pursuit drew them back, his nerves briefly suppressed when none seemed adamant on questioning his intentions. Continued this with his exit, away worn his newness, but another face among the crowd now, issue grown apparent only now that he stood beyond the tavern's threshold.
He was unsure about the exact whereabouts of the home he sought, or if his intended recipient would be present.
The notion of requesting directions arose, discarded in almost the same moment, Harland cared little to think on the reception his query may receive. Lacking that avenue to streamline the process it grew into a rather prolonged guessing game, numerous the doors he knocked upon, disgruntled many and empty a few of the abodes passed. Late grew the hour, pleasant the orange and peach hues that painted the horizon where it met the still ocean, frazzled the bombay, however, nerves only built upon with each wrong house checked in on. Last that he ended up before, assured now that he had no way of being wrong. Falsehood such, known this, and his mind was more than pleased to conjure any number of sceneries that may occur should it be another dead end.
Annoyance settled into golden depths, hard the set of pursed lips, at the least, they were pursed as much as he was able to about the handle he carried. Wrong or not the futile pursuit had grown vexing, what energy he still had sorely desired for other tasks before restless slumber may take him, whomever resided here allowed the package. Closer Harland stepped, unceremonious the placement before the door, paw arising. Before contact may be made he paused, grown unsure on the exact approach. No other hut was left to check, thus the final destination was decided without his input, his wish to depart with the mere informing of the occupant with a knock it was present fighting against his wish to be sure the correct person received it. Simply lingering at a distance seemed distasteful, with no note attached the wrong idea may be taken from it.
Down his gaze wandered, paw mirroring the movement. Maybe it was best he seek outside information rather than relying so heavily on the little he knew, all that was wasted a bit of time. Slow his forward lean, forehead connecting with the door with a soft thud. This was all an idiotic idea, brushing it under the rug seemed the best course of action.