Post by Fedafyr on Aug 19, 2011 21:53:55 GMT -5
For Your Consideration
.If you feel better,
Pawns: Fedafyr & Seppa
.Telling me I'm cruel--
Status: private, closed
.Saying I'm unfeeling; I don't mind
Setting: An abandoned church at night, under the rain
.If it's necessary, if it helps you out,
Scene: Seppa finds Fedafyr
.Crying that I'm heartless; It's alright
The rain left a light mist across the ground and slid down over the dirty marble, leaving bright white streaks where it washed away the grime and dirt and then darker streaks where it just pushed it down over the half-tilted structure and left puddles inside the crevices of blocks that had fallen. He sat on the half-crushed structure, rendered unto this state by the affairs of humans. His black hair fell in sheets around him and he left his forehead against the back of his hand resting on one upraised knee. The rain felt cool on his skin where it ran down and soaked through the thick sheets of haori and hakama, causing them to cling to his body where they lay heavily against his white skin. These kind of places were the best places--always the places he stopped. The ruined, the abandoned structures of the world. The only place where his hunger subsided and left him alone in the darkness with only the cool shadows of the starlight behind the clouds illuminating the countryside for miles, speaking of emptiness while still showing a horizon that the Illusion did not possess.
It's a beautiful night... Without a soul nearby... He could hear the animals move about and the trees and grass shift under their claws. The wind didn't push the rain in any direction, letting it fall straight to the earth unhindered while it slept quietly. The thick scents of the churned mud and earth, the wet leaves and the overflowing creeks were the soundtrack of the night. Fedafyr's eyes were almost green, lashes low over the slitted pupils that seemed neither sharp with hunger or pain. His clawed fingers on his free hand slid along the white marble of the pillar he sat upon, tracing out words he had forgotten and never intended to speak again. His tail was wrapped around and beneath the upraised leg, hiding itself in vain from the piercing wet of the rain.
The blood that had stained his clothes and skin from the previous weeks was washed away down the grooves of the white marble pillar, red mixed with the black of the dirt. He could still smell the faint scent of it, and saw clearly the death at the edge of his fingertips as he reached into them and removed each breath one-by-one, ignoring the sounds they made while he heard nothing but the drumming of his heartbeat in his ears. He slid his tongue over his teeth and lower lip, tasting the rain that was pouring down to wash away the inherent taste of copper that sat perpetually on the edge of his tongue. His haori was white again, but for the red on his shoulders that was permanently dyed there in the shape of small flowers that were easily mistaken for the blood that often mingled with them from afar.
He lifted his head and tilted it back, letting the rain slowly push the black strands back away from pale white cheeks as he opened his mouth and let the salt water slid down his tongue and chin, closing those eyes completely so as to shield them from the bombardment.
Broken places... for broken people.