04-29-2021, 07:17 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]You do not belong.
Dry against tongue held treat, slight pressure enough, overworked the fragments that fell away. Too much, overdone in a time long past, repetitive motion enacted not out of desire, more natural, the gentle ghost of memory playing against muscle. Speckled with fallen crumbs the book before, opened on an unknown page. Little the importance of which, ivory adorned not with words but shifting shapes, apart breaking and rejoining, meaning taken. Thickly he swallowed, jagged edges scraping, scouring flesh, untouched yet it ached as though asunder torn.
Dull the closure, a flutter of pages and the heavy settling of leather bound cover. Breath accompanied closure, tight lids sealing aching golden depths, paws rising, harsh the rub. Distant a notion sleep, abandoned in the same moment it is addressed, too long squandered in this bed. Chorus of groans it gives as he shifts, blankets away fallen, cool wood swaying. No, that is wrong. Still the ground beneath, paw and subsequent limb beset by tremor, exasperated as it is joined. The moments pass, slow and thick, akin to syrup as each sip of stale air bypasses his teeth.
Against sliding, no true step but momentum all the same, next following. Enough to begin, confidence guiding rise, still minute the distance, better simply for having been capable. Sustained this slow method, interspersed between the drag a step here and there, the build frustratingly sluggish, finally culminating in small steps for each. Of course, different the story as stairs were caught in his vision, inspected with distaste. He must handle them, rich the ripe desire to be rid of this place, claustrophobic grown the wooden walls pressing in on him.
Desire may only assist so far, almost beyond him a task once deemed trivial, rough each breath as landing was reached. Back ears pressed, frantic the sweep, space inspected. None present, too late the hour, or maybe early for rosen the various windows that allowed strengthening illumination through. Relief a temporary balm, thoughts turning elsewhere. Meagre that eaten in the past days, even further between the instances any fluid had been ingested, tongue flicking forth, the realisation of how dry his lips were bringing forth a wince. Understood that the space behind the bar was not often occupied by any besides the small rotation of bartenders, their lack of presence quelling any notion of heeding such. He would be quick, and understood that cleaning up after himself was polite, they'd surely not mind.
That thought led to a scenerio Harland misjudged. Simple thought the reheating of a small pot of soup, issue identified in his lack of knowledge or experience handing any equipment of a kitchen. Thick the smoke that hung in the air of kitchen and tavern beyond, rough each cough, muffled around handle. Harsh the manner door was pushed open, rebounding off exterior wall, time enough thrown out a pot that spilled a thick sludge heavily blackened with charred hunks across the cobbles. After he followed, eyes watering, struggling to breath.
Dry against tongue held treat, slight pressure enough, overworked the fragments that fell away. Too much, overdone in a time long past, repetitive motion enacted not out of desire, more natural, the gentle ghost of memory playing against muscle. Speckled with fallen crumbs the book before, opened on an unknown page. Little the importance of which, ivory adorned not with words but shifting shapes, apart breaking and rejoining, meaning taken. Thickly he swallowed, jagged edges scraping, scouring flesh, untouched yet it ached as though asunder torn.
Dull the closure, a flutter of pages and the heavy settling of leather bound cover. Breath accompanied closure, tight lids sealing aching golden depths, paws rising, harsh the rub. Distant a notion sleep, abandoned in the same moment it is addressed, too long squandered in this bed. Chorus of groans it gives as he shifts, blankets away fallen, cool wood swaying. No, that is wrong. Still the ground beneath, paw and subsequent limb beset by tremor, exasperated as it is joined. The moments pass, slow and thick, akin to syrup as each sip of stale air bypasses his teeth.
Against sliding, no true step but momentum all the same, next following. Enough to begin, confidence guiding rise, still minute the distance, better simply for having been capable. Sustained this slow method, interspersed between the drag a step here and there, the build frustratingly sluggish, finally culminating in small steps for each. Of course, different the story as stairs were caught in his vision, inspected with distaste. He must handle them, rich the ripe desire to be rid of this place, claustrophobic grown the wooden walls pressing in on him.
Desire may only assist so far, almost beyond him a task once deemed trivial, rough each breath as landing was reached. Back ears pressed, frantic the sweep, space inspected. None present, too late the hour, or maybe early for rosen the various windows that allowed strengthening illumination through. Relief a temporary balm, thoughts turning elsewhere. Meagre that eaten in the past days, even further between the instances any fluid had been ingested, tongue flicking forth, the realisation of how dry his lips were bringing forth a wince. Understood that the space behind the bar was not often occupied by any besides the small rotation of bartenders, their lack of presence quelling any notion of heeding such. He would be quick, and understood that cleaning up after himself was polite, they'd surely not mind.
That thought led to a scenerio Harland misjudged. Simple thought the reheating of a small pot of soup, issue identified in his lack of knowledge or experience handing any equipment of a kitchen. Thick the smoke that hung in the air of kitchen and tavern beyond, rough each cough, muffled around handle. Harsh the manner door was pushed open, rebounding off exterior wall, time enough thrown out a pot that spilled a thick sludge heavily blackened with charred hunks across the cobbles. After he followed, eyes watering, struggling to breath.