04-28-2021, 06:59 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Once there had been a time he may have put forth uncontested agreement, assured of the gentle comfort, that delicate weave of particular security. Long since dorment had those memories gone, buried beneath years reduced to ash, thick and cloying against his tongue. Better that it was reduced in such a fashion, disappointment a given he knew to expect.
The world bore an agenda he may barely parse, however. Alleviated, in incriminates of such meagre proportions unknown the loss of each in due turn, old hate bound in the haze of the past, details ruined, sentiment all he had left. To the others may he ascribe the cause, a comfort elusive found in a place once deemed inaccessible. No longer alone, quelled the doubts that plagued weary heart.
Cool the stone, painted in the silver spill of reflected light, among the glittering points of countless stars bright beacon the moon. Slow the turn of vision, lines drawn, lips slow in movement that produced no sound. Late the hour, too much so to further whittle away the time allotted for rest. Turning in for the night bore no appeal, small the hope carefully tended, understood self inclined. Too many the questions that built, traced his tongue where it lay still between clenched teeth, awaited only the first for the torrent to rush forth.
Such why swallowed each, lids closing, tense as chin fell. Never expected the manner they had chipped away at walls erected and maintained over years, exploited minor imperfections within, but beginning the begrudging hope. Fault his own to a partial degree, understood in a fashion he wished may be rejected, to do such denial, a refusal that may tighten his defences. Sigh light on his lips, head turning, slither of lavender exposed peering into open mouth caught in the veil of shadow. Beyond his better judgement he had come to care for them, though few he grew willing to admit to, the tether that kept him here.
Old bones protested his rise and subsequent motion, a pale shade observed by few as the familiar cavern was traversed, at times halted by a simple desire indulged. Across some his gaze wandered, particular the peace derived from the momentary study of their peace obtained in slumber. Sudden the halt, a stuttering jump, heart taking up a quickened rhythm, averted eyes. Understood too far his response, a muted anger that played against his chest, worked between his ribs as though serpentine had it become, a stranger still for the most part. Why was it merely looking upon Aesior, features lax, slight the stir of nest material with each slow breath, a match to his fuse.
Alone left the grim, another deemed necessary to visit before his own nest may cradle his tired body, sorely missed as teeth closed and each breath seeped between. Too slow, always was he, grown rigid as voices rose, uncaring of those who responded with anger at the abrupt rousing. Quick and garbled, together running, numerous those speaking. To him, it seemed, frantic tones sharp and with a note that seemed to plead he follow, paws reaching, pulling at him. The desire to withdraw, return to his perch beyond the mouth of cavern rose, refusal scouring his throat. Finally the voices thinned, a particular one coming through.
Something was wrong with Fragglerock.
Those few words enough, aside brusquely brushed aside those that crowded about, pace quickening, paws tangling, each breath fire searing his throat. Barely known the child, at arms length kept for his own peace of mind, a cruel and baseless reaction to one innocent, needed guidance yet received only harsh criticism. Lips shifting, peeled away from clenched teeth. Oversight would be corrected, the lagamorph deserved better than he may give, but his poor imitation of care was better than nothing. Or, at the least, Vincent bore hope that it would be taken in such fashion.
Difficult to tell when paths had converged, his vision briefly touching upon Aesior, supposedly the only one who bore enough sense to approach. Maybe he lacked it, study of the youth he soothed with rasping vocalisation unknown, an interloper. The fine strands along his spine rose as scene was processed, tip of his tongue weighed beneath sharp retort, swallowed as crimson met gold. Soft the quills that nestled at crook of elbow and knee, adornment of only one.
"Fraggle…" Confusion laced quiet tone, unsure the movement of vision between child and grim, answers sought he already bore needed only acceptance. Closer he stepped, mouth working though he lacked words to offer, finally allowing his lips to seal shut once more. Before would he come to a halt, allowed his weight to drag him down, lost as his thoughts turned over, tried to find anything that may be applicable to the situation. "Is okay, we're here, you're safe." Finally he spoke in a hushed tone, refraining from reaching forth even as the desire built, wanting only to wipe away the tears that accompanied each sob.
The world bore an agenda he may barely parse, however. Alleviated, in incriminates of such meagre proportions unknown the loss of each in due turn, old hate bound in the haze of the past, details ruined, sentiment all he had left. To the others may he ascribe the cause, a comfort elusive found in a place once deemed inaccessible. No longer alone, quelled the doubts that plagued weary heart.
Cool the stone, painted in the silver spill of reflected light, among the glittering points of countless stars bright beacon the moon. Slow the turn of vision, lines drawn, lips slow in movement that produced no sound. Late the hour, too much so to further whittle away the time allotted for rest. Turning in for the night bore no appeal, small the hope carefully tended, understood self inclined. Too many the questions that built, traced his tongue where it lay still between clenched teeth, awaited only the first for the torrent to rush forth.
Such why swallowed each, lids closing, tense as chin fell. Never expected the manner they had chipped away at walls erected and maintained over years, exploited minor imperfections within, but beginning the begrudging hope. Fault his own to a partial degree, understood in a fashion he wished may be rejected, to do such denial, a refusal that may tighten his defences. Sigh light on his lips, head turning, slither of lavender exposed peering into open mouth caught in the veil of shadow. Beyond his better judgement he had come to care for them, though few he grew willing to admit to, the tether that kept him here.
Old bones protested his rise and subsequent motion, a pale shade observed by few as the familiar cavern was traversed, at times halted by a simple desire indulged. Across some his gaze wandered, particular the peace derived from the momentary study of their peace obtained in slumber. Sudden the halt, a stuttering jump, heart taking up a quickened rhythm, averted eyes. Understood too far his response, a muted anger that played against his chest, worked between his ribs as though serpentine had it become, a stranger still for the most part. Why was it merely looking upon Aesior, features lax, slight the stir of nest material with each slow breath, a match to his fuse.
Alone left the grim, another deemed necessary to visit before his own nest may cradle his tired body, sorely missed as teeth closed and each breath seeped between. Too slow, always was he, grown rigid as voices rose, uncaring of those who responded with anger at the abrupt rousing. Quick and garbled, together running, numerous those speaking. To him, it seemed, frantic tones sharp and with a note that seemed to plead he follow, paws reaching, pulling at him. The desire to withdraw, return to his perch beyond the mouth of cavern rose, refusal scouring his throat. Finally the voices thinned, a particular one coming through.
Something was wrong with Fragglerock.
Those few words enough, aside brusquely brushed aside those that crowded about, pace quickening, paws tangling, each breath fire searing his throat. Barely known the child, at arms length kept for his own peace of mind, a cruel and baseless reaction to one innocent, needed guidance yet received only harsh criticism. Lips shifting, peeled away from clenched teeth. Oversight would be corrected, the lagamorph deserved better than he may give, but his poor imitation of care was better than nothing. Or, at the least, Vincent bore hope that it would be taken in such fashion.
Difficult to tell when paths had converged, his vision briefly touching upon Aesior, supposedly the only one who bore enough sense to approach. Maybe he lacked it, study of the youth he soothed with rasping vocalisation unknown, an interloper. The fine strands along his spine rose as scene was processed, tip of his tongue weighed beneath sharp retort, swallowed as crimson met gold. Soft the quills that nestled at crook of elbow and knee, adornment of only one.
"Fraggle…" Confusion laced quiet tone, unsure the movement of vision between child and grim, answers sought he already bore needed only acceptance. Closer he stepped, mouth working though he lacked words to offer, finally allowing his lips to seal shut once more. Before would he come to a halt, allowed his weight to drag him down, lost as his thoughts turned over, tried to find anything that may be applicable to the situation. "Is okay, we're here, you're safe." Finally he spoke in a hushed tone, refraining from reaching forth even as the desire built, wanting only to wipe away the tears that accompanied each sob.