07-14-2017, 01:10 PM
you give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head.
He should know of time and space. He had spent years in it, existing but not. He can’t remember. Doesn’t recall the life he had once lived on earth. Doesn’t remember looking down on those below, longing to feel again. The great escape was now only just a dream, one he doesn’t remember as being real. It blurs into the back of his mind, fading more every day. He had been to another world but doesn’t remember it. Just as he doesn’t remember this one.
He wanders for lack of anything else to do. There are no stories in the places he walks, it simply passes the time. He discovers new faces, sees new things. It helps make the minutes pass by, helps him not think of Nocturnal. Where she was hiding herself on the Beach somewhere. Away from him, away from them all except perhaps the annoying lighting boy she had managed to miraculously give birth to.
A soft voice to his right as he passes through the trees. A faint whisper that he only hears because the woods are so silent, snow muffling voices and steps. A dark ear swivels before his red eyes find her. A lovely shade of purple, it reminds him of the lupins that grow in the spring. But where had he seen those before? He can’t recall. Home she says, full of affection.
While he’s not so familiar with this world he has been spat into, he is aware that most would not call the forest home. That their were kingdoms that one aligned themselves to, served and fought for. Loved, called home. Not the common lands. Then again he doesn’t belong in Nerine, he doesn’t really have a home himself. ”Welcome back.” He greets her solemnly as his muscular mahogany figure moves closer to her.
He wanders for lack of anything else to do. There are no stories in the places he walks, it simply passes the time. He discovers new faces, sees new things. It helps make the minutes pass by, helps him not think of Nocturnal. Where she was hiding herself on the Beach somewhere. Away from him, away from them all except perhaps the annoying lighting boy she had managed to miraculously give birth to.
A soft voice to his right as he passes through the trees. A faint whisper that he only hears because the woods are so silent, snow muffling voices and steps. A dark ear swivels before his red eyes find her. A lovely shade of purple, it reminds him of the lupins that grow in the spring. But where had he seen those before? He can’t recall. Home she says, full of affection.
While he’s not so familiar with this world he has been spat into, he is aware that most would not call the forest home. That their were kingdoms that one aligned themselves to, served and fought for. Loved, called home. Not the common lands. Then again he doesn’t belong in Nerine, he doesn’t really have a home himself. ”Welcome back.” He greets her solemnly as his muscular mahogany figure moves closer to her.
no crosses count
i want to do it again