by Wilte » Mon Jan 14, 2013 2:29 pm
"Thanks," Roland murmured back, his head turning away slowly so that she could not see the foreign lacing of a newly-developed shyness there. It was an odd feeling, but not quite so ancient as he would have liked to think. At times like this, he was reminded of his own quiet ways; the part of him that he so ambitiously kept tucked away and hidden from others. His manners, his easy speech; he was not keen on realizing that it was a cover-up for something greater. Perhaps an adjustment in himself made after the eventual death of his pack, as a way of survival.
After all, he had been easily accepted into this new home. If he knew one thing for certain, it was that this act worked.
But he often found himself contradicting his feelings with his exterior display.
So, what was this declination, then?
Setting his head upon his paws, he stared aimlessly beneath the drooping branches of the tree, allowing his smile to slip away, knowing that Tenshi would have withdrawn from view by now. Or so he assumed. With this gone, a rarely seen Roland emerged. His expression, no longer in work, had fallen into the cracks of distance and not quite despair, but rather the feeling of emptiness as he continued in his revelations.
Tenshi had been quite shy herself when they'd initially met, but somehow, she'd quickly warmed up to him. Of course, this was due to his fake but adopted sense of amiability; likeability that glowed out of his seams. He would not disown it, and found it hard to inwardly deny.
He sighed, his breath disturbing the flecks of snow below his nose.
-----------〚If love is what you need, then a soldier I will be.〛-----------
Rising onto my feet, I was left with nothing to
do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name.
Rylan.
I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet.
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