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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: georgia; color: #74657c; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px;"]ALL THE STARS ARE FIXED UP IN THE SKY
There was no sound to accompany the miniscule movement of his lips, repetitive grown repeated mantra, an echo of thoughts that had become a broken record. No room was left for anything else, gone the dull crash of each wave, the harsh voices of seafaring birds swallowed in that looping white noise, his focus solely upon ivory slow to turn, a thin trickle expanding. Throat closed, breath hitched and he tasted salt, hiccup arising and breaking into a hushed titter. He should not be laughing, knew this, teeth trapping the tip of his tongue but it was out there and he could not catch it, a fleeing bird that startled him.
"Roan." The name fell unbidden, his descent one without flair, business as always. This his perfect environment, suited for it though the hardship weathered for such an unknown, a mere guess all Harland may put forth though one he knew to be educated. How could any stomach this, witness death and injury in such volume and still stand upon the other side. Who chose such path, when did the desire to be the best they may and their innocent naivety towards the horror of their profession fade.
He was too young, they always were. Back he stumbled on unsteady paws, mouth working, the wish there to articulate anything, but each word died against his tongue. To silence was he once more reduced, hatred a thrown laden bloom that flourished in his chest, to whom it was directed he was unsure. Was it towards himself for the inability to be nothing but a nuisance, in the way when once he was trained, may have done anything to help, possibly kept the child he found himself so fond of safe. Or the one who had caused such grievous harm, uncaring that his target was little more than a child though the earring he wore said otherwise.
The threads of his throat broke as Roan completed his work and his attention turned, a few seconds passing as the words registered. He must leave, find someone who could safely transport Danny. Protest rose unbidden, visage grown taunt, frown fixed in place even as mouth opened, quickly all was gone, however, his features slack. This was the best he could do, something that was not merely waiting even as the idea of leaving Danny torn his heart asunder, this child who was not his own, held no connection beyond a resemblance that was uncanny. His own projection all it was, memories pulled forth and imposed upon another, undeserved the expectation he built out of want. For only the time it took to made apparent his understanding did Harland linger before he turned on his heel and was running, ever few steps his vision wandered even as he wished it might not, burned into his mind the lupine as he quickly moved towards a more populated area.
[/td][/tr][/table]"Roan." The name fell unbidden, his descent one without flair, business as always. This his perfect environment, suited for it though the hardship weathered for such an unknown, a mere guess all Harland may put forth though one he knew to be educated. How could any stomach this, witness death and injury in such volume and still stand upon the other side. Who chose such path, when did the desire to be the best they may and their innocent naivety towards the horror of their profession fade.
He was too young, they always were. Back he stumbled on unsteady paws, mouth working, the wish there to articulate anything, but each word died against his tongue. To silence was he once more reduced, hatred a thrown laden bloom that flourished in his chest, to whom it was directed he was unsure. Was it towards himself for the inability to be nothing but a nuisance, in the way when once he was trained, may have done anything to help, possibly kept the child he found himself so fond of safe. Or the one who had caused such grievous harm, uncaring that his target was little more than a child though the earring he wore said otherwise.
The threads of his throat broke as Roan completed his work and his attention turned, a few seconds passing as the words registered. He must leave, find someone who could safely transport Danny. Protest rose unbidden, visage grown taunt, frown fixed in place even as mouth opened, quickly all was gone, however, his features slack. This was the best he could do, something that was not merely waiting even as the idea of leaving Danny torn his heart asunder, this child who was not his own, held no connection beyond a resemblance that was uncanny. His own projection all it was, memories pulled forth and imposed upon another, undeserved the expectation he built out of want. For only the time it took to made apparent his understanding did Harland linger before he turned on his heel and was running, ever few steps his vision wandered even as he wished it might not, burned into his mind the lupine as he quickly moved towards a more populated area.
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