03-02-2021, 06:16 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Faces. Silent observers, there one moment and gone within the next. Always in the backdrop, scrutiny without reason, unfamiliar and unwelcome for it. Once sure strokes grew shaky, paw trembling as the seconds passed. The cause he could not determine, though picked through his thoughts, weighed each. No fitting reason, irrational that which gathered in his chest, a heavy stone acting as supposed replacement for what once was present. He knew grief, tasted it as a child. This was not it, though component, a small part of the whole. He knew fear. Wrong the fit, his heart thundering not with it but something more.
Anger.
Claws brief in their scrap, paint smeared, gathered on those translucent crescents. Work gone over again and again, features defined and ruined, redone. Never right. It was not the same without them. A voice, the first to speak, addressal seemingly for him. Words gathered upon his tongue, searing remark to turn their attention elsewhere, swallowed with difficulty with the realisation of who spoke. Gaze travelled over shoulder, the old made new, a face once longed for gone, yet recognisable among the soft hues now worn.
Small smile grew, remark of the first time a pleasant notion. They had been together than, before death had taken so many, even the one he now regarded with wonderstruck eyes. Still difficult to disentangle the Rhine present from that Foam had made, rage and hatred expected, received only love and warmth. Slow the nod he gave in response, fearful speaking may produce a result he would later regret. A few steps back, rearranged the paints to make room. It was still strange to look on the thylacine and know this was the one he had longed for, more a parent — a mother than his has ever been.
Another, an unknown, dark figure almost solemn in their assessment of his incomplete work. His curiosity slowly overcame what once was, mouth opening to question. The chance was taken, teeth coming together rather sharply as she began to speak. Confusion settled along dual hued visage, briefly panicked over how his name seemed known to her but not vice versa. The explanation an easy one, Rhine easy in speaking it, her addressal of him easily allowing the connection. "Why not give it a go." Small the smile Foam offered alongside his words, pleased simply to have the company even if Ares did not take him up on it.
Anger.
Claws brief in their scrap, paint smeared, gathered on those translucent crescents. Work gone over again and again, features defined and ruined, redone. Never right. It was not the same without them. A voice, the first to speak, addressal seemingly for him. Words gathered upon his tongue, searing remark to turn their attention elsewhere, swallowed with difficulty with the realisation of who spoke. Gaze travelled over shoulder, the old made new, a face once longed for gone, yet recognisable among the soft hues now worn.
Small smile grew, remark of the first time a pleasant notion. They had been together than, before death had taken so many, even the one he now regarded with wonderstruck eyes. Still difficult to disentangle the Rhine present from that Foam had made, rage and hatred expected, received only love and warmth. Slow the nod he gave in response, fearful speaking may produce a result he would later regret. A few steps back, rearranged the paints to make room. It was still strange to look on the thylacine and know this was the one he had longed for, more a parent — a mother than his has ever been.
Another, an unknown, dark figure almost solemn in their assessment of his incomplete work. His curiosity slowly overcame what once was, mouth opening to question. The chance was taken, teeth coming together rather sharply as she began to speak. Confusion settled along dual hued visage, briefly panicked over how his name seemed known to her but not vice versa. The explanation an easy one, Rhine easy in speaking it, her addressal of him easily allowing the connection. "Why not give it a go." Small the smile Foam offered alongside his words, pleased simply to have the company even if Ares did not take him up on it.