03-22-2021, 02:39 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11.5px; width: 340px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]A liar would he been deemed, correctly so, if he tried to act ignorant to the adornment many wore. Sound the reasoning he held for such, at least spun as though proven, few those who knew. The evidence was there, all allowed to view it, a display half performed out of a misguided wish to retain the past and shame, cooled but still present that weight nestled against his grief. Many the instances prior when thought upon letting it go, allow the brine to swallow that last remnant. Something stopped the thought before roots may be put down, another dark spot painted over, too many now occupying his mind.
Familiar, though wholly unconscious, the slow rise, metal brushed, warmed for among short strands nestled and thus leeches his warmth, simple depiction tracked. Movement drew to an unsteady halt, back drawn as though heated by something more the silver hued pendant, heavy the breath expelled through closed teeth. To dwell upon the past, a victim and prisoner of own concoction, such his draw in life. False this narrative though not the acceptance, slow the swing it took up, a pendulum suspended about fragile neck, the choking rope he might remove if only he proved courageous enough.
Renewed his momentum, without direction for a time that was all too short, attention caught and held, pleasant the distraction supposedly placed before him on a platter of silver. Identification of cause to bring each forth in turn, stark the different between the dark backdrop of the ear and the golden ring now present near the base. Further confirmation present in the manner it was partially obscured, a brief moment passing where his heart drew to a halt, begun again with a flutter beat. It was well beyond his place to worry over the minor loss, thoughts did not align with such rationality, however, buried as closer he drew.
Worry crowded the back of his throat, cause difficult to determine for too numerous that which fed such well tended irrationality, silenced anything he may have spoken before formulated. Better this way, the edges of his mouth drawn upwards, a curl delicate until it seemed almost lacking, a presence there only for one. While the words clung to his tongue other ways did pride come through, the realisation of it bringing hum to his lips. Indeed, Harland harboured a pride for the lupine youth that had gone undetected, lost among the walls, ever walking that maze erected to keep all at bay. Somehow he had wormed his way in, found the fine cracks and used each until a place was carved out only for him.
With the manner Vayne chose to express her joy over the occasion alone were left her and Danny, chosen a place besides the dealer. There was no concious thought behind his movement, a slight shift acting as enough to close distance, Michael made into a prop used rather readily. Nothing was meant by such, though his mind was quick in formulating an opinion, pleasantly soft the other, forgotten in whole how it may he viewed. Too drowsy was Harland, forgotten all as he merely enjoyed the moment and waited his chance to speak to Danny, swallowed his disappointment it was a golden hoop and not a silver chain.
Familiar, though wholly unconscious, the slow rise, metal brushed, warmed for among short strands nestled and thus leeches his warmth, simple depiction tracked. Movement drew to an unsteady halt, back drawn as though heated by something more the silver hued pendant, heavy the breath expelled through closed teeth. To dwell upon the past, a victim and prisoner of own concoction, such his draw in life. False this narrative though not the acceptance, slow the swing it took up, a pendulum suspended about fragile neck, the choking rope he might remove if only he proved courageous enough.
Renewed his momentum, without direction for a time that was all too short, attention caught and held, pleasant the distraction supposedly placed before him on a platter of silver. Identification of cause to bring each forth in turn, stark the different between the dark backdrop of the ear and the golden ring now present near the base. Further confirmation present in the manner it was partially obscured, a brief moment passing where his heart drew to a halt, begun again with a flutter beat. It was well beyond his place to worry over the minor loss, thoughts did not align with such rationality, however, buried as closer he drew.
Worry crowded the back of his throat, cause difficult to determine for too numerous that which fed such well tended irrationality, silenced anything he may have spoken before formulated. Better this way, the edges of his mouth drawn upwards, a curl delicate until it seemed almost lacking, a presence there only for one. While the words clung to his tongue other ways did pride come through, the realisation of it bringing hum to his lips. Indeed, Harland harboured a pride for the lupine youth that had gone undetected, lost among the walls, ever walking that maze erected to keep all at bay. Somehow he had wormed his way in, found the fine cracks and used each until a place was carved out only for him.
With the manner Vayne chose to express her joy over the occasion alone were left her and Danny, chosen a place besides the dealer. There was no concious thought behind his movement, a slight shift acting as enough to close distance, Michael made into a prop used rather readily. Nothing was meant by such, though his mind was quick in formulating an opinion, pleasantly soft the other, forgotten in whole how it may he viewed. Too drowsy was Harland, forgotten all as he merely enjoyed the moment and waited his chance to speak to Danny, swallowed his disappointment it was a golden hoop and not a silver chain.