04-17-2021, 04:37 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]There was some measure of truth behind the unspoken thought of the velvet darkness acting as suitable cover, had it been presented dismissal would have occurred, however. Low such tactics reserved for those of a foul and cowardly temperament, beyond a man once revered, one who polished a hollow honour. Hypocrite made, disgust wound about a strained acceptance, known such course of action for bystander had he been to it many times. His inclusion never permitted, though did that make him any greater or was he simply wrapped in an illusion he wished to maintain for his own peace of mind.
Gentle the perfume of sudden growth that occurred in the span of moments prior to his own advancement, a sight grown familiar though no less perplexing. Far from the threshold of his mind the notion of communication being the purpose, personalised and thus more difficult to grasp as it was, the exact cause one he cared little to think upon. In time, a possibility entertained if only for it was a simple goal he may regard and allow to anchor himself against, understanding may be sought. This night did not offer that, disregarded the buds once his brief study of them had concluded.
The manner in which Aesior held himself would not allow for easy ignorance. Such not to dissuade attempt, back always drawn, mild note made of the taunt hold, muscle, at irregular intervals, shifting as the pressure exceeded limits and it twitched with a noticeable movement of the skin laid atop it. Cause for this bore an easy identifier, alone they three here in the flickering illumination cast across the cool stone, unexpected intrusion prompting immediate response. Understandable it, excuse building upon his tongue snuffed out only as vision settled once more on the countenance of other, a smile present there. Momentary the existence of surprise that drew a shallow downward curl across his own lips, falling away as he was bid to come closer.
Still the notion of departure was there, pushed down as movement was tracked, his own unsure as he did as he was instructed. No, that felt too constricting, an invitation this to prolong a visitation he had not thought through, his guide only a vein notion acceptance may be found. Even as Vincent shifted position he would not allow himself to grow comfortable, exceeding a welcome he felt sure had been forced, not something he wished for when still was he the odd one out, new among these people. Left with only the option to observe the other allowed his eyes to follow, travelling along the extension of extremity, the retrieve of an item he bore a basic idea of.
Unsure the manner writing utensil moving along the page, at times halted and jerky back and forth was conducted, a rudimentary erasing. Finally about was it turned, legible words taking a moment to register. Too long had been allowed to transpire since last he had needed to parse the written word, short the few hastily written messages that had allowed him to maintain the skill, the bridge of his nose scrunching up as he read. Smoothed out his visage when the meaning was gathered, curiosity prompted by the readily given information.
A metalsmith. Known blacksmiths, though cruder their work compared to that which Aesior deemed himself capable of, weaponry not needing the fine eye and steady hand such fiddly work might. "You must have led quite an interesting life to have such unique talents." Smooth his voice, the threat of break suppressed as he regarded the forge once more. To request such seemed too much, still the words gathered on his tongue, held there until he spoke once more, much lower his volume as though he grew fearful another may hear. But he wished for it to be heard, any answer better than the weight of guilt laid atop his chest. "Can you make rings."
Gentle the perfume of sudden growth that occurred in the span of moments prior to his own advancement, a sight grown familiar though no less perplexing. Far from the threshold of his mind the notion of communication being the purpose, personalised and thus more difficult to grasp as it was, the exact cause one he cared little to think upon. In time, a possibility entertained if only for it was a simple goal he may regard and allow to anchor himself against, understanding may be sought. This night did not offer that, disregarded the buds once his brief study of them had concluded.
The manner in which Aesior held himself would not allow for easy ignorance. Such not to dissuade attempt, back always drawn, mild note made of the taunt hold, muscle, at irregular intervals, shifting as the pressure exceeded limits and it twitched with a noticeable movement of the skin laid atop it. Cause for this bore an easy identifier, alone they three here in the flickering illumination cast across the cool stone, unexpected intrusion prompting immediate response. Understandable it, excuse building upon his tongue snuffed out only as vision settled once more on the countenance of other, a smile present there. Momentary the existence of surprise that drew a shallow downward curl across his own lips, falling away as he was bid to come closer.
Still the notion of departure was there, pushed down as movement was tracked, his own unsure as he did as he was instructed. No, that felt too constricting, an invitation this to prolong a visitation he had not thought through, his guide only a vein notion acceptance may be found. Even as Vincent shifted position he would not allow himself to grow comfortable, exceeding a welcome he felt sure had been forced, not something he wished for when still was he the odd one out, new among these people. Left with only the option to observe the other allowed his eyes to follow, travelling along the extension of extremity, the retrieve of an item he bore a basic idea of.
Unsure the manner writing utensil moving along the page, at times halted and jerky back and forth was conducted, a rudimentary erasing. Finally about was it turned, legible words taking a moment to register. Too long had been allowed to transpire since last he had needed to parse the written word, short the few hastily written messages that had allowed him to maintain the skill, the bridge of his nose scrunching up as he read. Smoothed out his visage when the meaning was gathered, curiosity prompted by the readily given information.
A metalsmith. Known blacksmiths, though cruder their work compared to that which Aesior deemed himself capable of, weaponry not needing the fine eye and steady hand such fiddly work might. "You must have led quite an interesting life to have such unique talents." Smooth his voice, the threat of break suppressed as he regarded the forge once more. To request such seemed too much, still the words gathered on his tongue, held there until he spoke once more, much lower his volume as though he grew fearful another may hear. But he wished for it to be heard, any answer better than the weight of guilt laid atop his chest. "Can you make rings."