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Beneath the ceaseless wear that accompanied the silent fall, particular, it seemed, the count until each individual grain bore a unique place among the tally, torn and poorly repaired. Few, and far between, the nights his mind grew frantic in activity suppressed, a stage memory took to and ruled. He knew the frigid chill that populated the darkness that obscured a mind dorment, a shut down forced to protect, action of the body he rallied against even as the foolishness of the notion grew evident. So, too, did he know the peaks that had reached forth into the belly of the sky, an expanse of stone smoothed out by time, capped expanse once home.
There lingered the structures of metal, that above and below, a pool shallow and populated by fragments of stone once held in the dark expanse above, behind that blue sheen hidden. He knew it all, as he knew the one whose memory stirred to fretful life when looked upon the child he found he had grown attached to. Alexander.
Almost reversed their roles, once behind had he trailed, though few the instances the lupine had been accompanied by the tiny shadow he had once been. Still highly thought of, an esteem given to few, a peer for only a short time but carved out a place for him. Well did Harland know the averse effects that may be brought about should this thought be sustained, but habits have a poor track record where it came to dying easily. Back it pushed, lost among the quiet hum of buried thought, a presence entertained now only in the night. It was not such an hour, and yet there it was, burned against lids that wished to close, held loosely as his mind wandered.
Prepared was he to take upon himself the title of coward for such what he was, the rough bark digging into his back, splinters aching, a radiating heat that demanded attention he would not give it. Unknown the time wasted here where the tree lined thinned though still heavy the shadow that may obscure, beyond the temple, waiting even as he declared himself unwelcome. Known now the manner of Roan, though abrasive and a man of a more impersonal inclination that located and picked at imperfections to push back others, professional was he. So different it to the methods he was accustomed to, the crude and too warm jokes that were sprinkled with nicknames given all too readily, a nitpick picked at for it was a way to stop himself.
For only so long could he linger, however, understood he had a part of play though the exact requirements of his role an unknown. Heavy the sigh paired with his rise, brief the wince that rose, known too well that his back would protest any motion. And it did as was expected, slow his steps even as he wished for hast when voices rose. Unobserved the entrances conducted before him, the identification of each did not need such, those voices familiar. Why was it his heart lurched as it stilled and began again a quickened beat, voice caught in his throat as lips moved.
A plea rang through his mind, anything that may lead him away, but nothing did. Rather it seemed the opposite may come about, the departure of Michael bringing with it proximity enough to hear his words, strange the shiver that traced his spine, the fine hairs along left on end as the other began to move away. Rigid the smile Harland offered, allowed the dealer to go about his business, hope they may be alone blooming only to wither as Vayne entered his vision. Expected should this have been, it never was, a fool the bombay in many ways and ignorant to that which Michael had seen. Of course ignorant was he of that which the bobcat incited within him as well, though partially a decision on his own part.
Gentle the smile that curled his lips, something off was present in edges a tad too tense, averted eyes that lacked it, the desire for it to fall there. Words failed though he grasped for something, anything that may quell the doubt that rose in his throat, lodged there like a steel weight that wished to cease his breath. Finally it fell, between his teeth held, the pressure grounding. There was too much to say and yet there was nothing, this was not the one he found within his dreams, a fragment of the past he longed for, selfish even as he found it easier to deem this land as his home. Undeserved that burden, this it was pushed aside, sullen softly spoken words though he tried to lighten his tone. "Is good to see you awake." Alive. The word hung in the air, unspoken though acknowledged, unconscious the lift and subsequent press against his throat.
Had he been in a better mood, had it not been Danny of all people, maybe Harland could have found some measure of amusement that their almost demise was so similar.
[/td][/tr][/table]There lingered the structures of metal, that above and below, a pool shallow and populated by fragments of stone once held in the dark expanse above, behind that blue sheen hidden. He knew it all, as he knew the one whose memory stirred to fretful life when looked upon the child he found he had grown attached to. Alexander.
Almost reversed their roles, once behind had he trailed, though few the instances the lupine had been accompanied by the tiny shadow he had once been. Still highly thought of, an esteem given to few, a peer for only a short time but carved out a place for him. Well did Harland know the averse effects that may be brought about should this thought be sustained, but habits have a poor track record where it came to dying easily. Back it pushed, lost among the quiet hum of buried thought, a presence entertained now only in the night. It was not such an hour, and yet there it was, burned against lids that wished to close, held loosely as his mind wandered.
Prepared was he to take upon himself the title of coward for such what he was, the rough bark digging into his back, splinters aching, a radiating heat that demanded attention he would not give it. Unknown the time wasted here where the tree lined thinned though still heavy the shadow that may obscure, beyond the temple, waiting even as he declared himself unwelcome. Known now the manner of Roan, though abrasive and a man of a more impersonal inclination that located and picked at imperfections to push back others, professional was he. So different it to the methods he was accustomed to, the crude and too warm jokes that were sprinkled with nicknames given all too readily, a nitpick picked at for it was a way to stop himself.
For only so long could he linger, however, understood he had a part of play though the exact requirements of his role an unknown. Heavy the sigh paired with his rise, brief the wince that rose, known too well that his back would protest any motion. And it did as was expected, slow his steps even as he wished for hast when voices rose. Unobserved the entrances conducted before him, the identification of each did not need such, those voices familiar. Why was it his heart lurched as it stilled and began again a quickened beat, voice caught in his throat as lips moved.
A plea rang through his mind, anything that may lead him away, but nothing did. Rather it seemed the opposite may come about, the departure of Michael bringing with it proximity enough to hear his words, strange the shiver that traced his spine, the fine hairs along left on end as the other began to move away. Rigid the smile Harland offered, allowed the dealer to go about his business, hope they may be alone blooming only to wither as Vayne entered his vision. Expected should this have been, it never was, a fool the bombay in many ways and ignorant to that which Michael had seen. Of course ignorant was he of that which the bobcat incited within him as well, though partially a decision on his own part.
Gentle the smile that curled his lips, something off was present in edges a tad too tense, averted eyes that lacked it, the desire for it to fall there. Words failed though he grasped for something, anything that may quell the doubt that rose in his throat, lodged there like a steel weight that wished to cease his breath. Finally it fell, between his teeth held, the pressure grounding. There was too much to say and yet there was nothing, this was not the one he found within his dreams, a fragment of the past he longed for, selfish even as he found it easier to deem this land as his home. Undeserved that burden, this it was pushed aside, sullen softly spoken words though he tried to lighten his tone. "Is good to see you awake." Alive. The word hung in the air, unspoken though acknowledged, unconscious the lift and subsequent press against his throat.
Had he been in a better mood, had it not been Danny of all people, maybe Harland could have found some measure of amusement that their almost demise was so similar.
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