04-29-2020, 07:59 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Among the bundled mess of mussed sheets a pale point was the child, long since laid to tentative rest the once believed ceaseless tide of their tears. Damp had grown the pillow tucked beneath chin, nestled against their chest, within the pristine surface small tears made beneath curved points. Everything ached, dying flames licking along the closed expanse of their throat, a rasping cough breaking the unsteady rhythm.
Within the grand scheme of all that had transpired upon shires dusted with soft golden illumination of a minor note that which broke once pristine ivory. Or at least, such had been the case in prior days. Time had seen fit to ravage as teeth and flame once had, wayward the sparks that decorated in varying small burns, ringed the swollen and weeping divets of flame laced teeth. A reminder, always burning with a heat that could not be quelled no matter their efforts.
The prior days had passed in fitful bursts of restless slumber, the monotony broken beneath minimal periods of supervised activity. This time there was none to fill such role, the creaking groan of settling wood enough to speak of such, though hushed at least audible the conversations staged in whispers, the movement of others marked by clear footfalls. The mere resting of an old house, sole occupant the cub that rubbed at their eyes with quick, harsh swipes.
Difficult to speak of what drew forth the child upon legs that seemed to lack all stability, looming above their head the threat of a fall. Squinted the lilac depths settled where their paws were placed with growing confidence, the empty silence of home drowned out in favour of the hushed lull of beckoning breeze. Almost too loud the creaking groan of hinges when their progress was impeded, nose scraping against door they opened with some ease, practiced until the handle turned smoothly beneath their touch.
Almost had they forgotten what it felt like, the warmth suffusing the salt laced air drawing a quiet sigh from upturned lips.
Slowly did Eulia move forth, abandoned the small extension ringing the front of home, though it was only a few steps they were able to take before the sudden closure of the door behind them loosened a cry as they fell. Trembling each breath that escaped the wide jap of their jaws, sickening the putrid stink arising from shoulder put forth in their haste to stop their momentum, thin the trickle of blood seeping from beneath amassed stickers. A poor sight would they make, shaking paw reaching up and tentative in how it pressed to burnt shoulder, stifled behind clenched teeth each sob that wracked their body.
Within the grand scheme of all that had transpired upon shires dusted with soft golden illumination of a minor note that which broke once pristine ivory. Or at least, such had been the case in prior days. Time had seen fit to ravage as teeth and flame once had, wayward the sparks that decorated in varying small burns, ringed the swollen and weeping divets of flame laced teeth. A reminder, always burning with a heat that could not be quelled no matter their efforts.
The prior days had passed in fitful bursts of restless slumber, the monotony broken beneath minimal periods of supervised activity. This time there was none to fill such role, the creaking groan of settling wood enough to speak of such, though hushed at least audible the conversations staged in whispers, the movement of others marked by clear footfalls. The mere resting of an old house, sole occupant the cub that rubbed at their eyes with quick, harsh swipes.
Difficult to speak of what drew forth the child upon legs that seemed to lack all stability, looming above their head the threat of a fall. Squinted the lilac depths settled where their paws were placed with growing confidence, the empty silence of home drowned out in favour of the hushed lull of beckoning breeze. Almost too loud the creaking groan of hinges when their progress was impeded, nose scraping against door they opened with some ease, practiced until the handle turned smoothly beneath their touch.
Almost had they forgotten what it felt like, the warmth suffusing the salt laced air drawing a quiet sigh from upturned lips.
Slowly did Eulia move forth, abandoned the small extension ringing the front of home, though it was only a few steps they were able to take before the sudden closure of the door behind them loosened a cry as they fell. Trembling each breath that escaped the wide jap of their jaws, sickening the putrid stink arising from shoulder put forth in their haste to stop their momentum, thin the trickle of blood seeping from beneath amassed stickers. A poor sight would they make, shaking paw reaching up and tentative in how it pressed to burnt shoulder, stifled behind clenched teeth each sob that wracked their body.
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