by Saahs » 12/11/2014 4:39 PM
He was unphased by the clumsy sound of the other man's chortle. It didn't really seem that apalling to him. Perhaps it was because he knew this person? Yes, that had to be why. Another once-over of him was enough to solidify that. His eyes followed as the red-eyed man stood. He took in the stance, the rigid posture that stated in a resounding thunder, "I have walked through war."
It made him uneasy.
He could tell (even feel) the falter in his movement. This was not how he remembered this person, whoever he was, to stand. In fact, it didn't fit anything he could remember at all. It wasn't much, not enough to even tailor a full memory, but none of the pieces hinted to war. As he sat still once more, the pair of wings that had been folded snug against his back shifted. It hadn't even registered to him that they were there. But at least he'd somewhat known, 'Why yes there is something attached to my back', it hadn't really occurred to him to check precisely what. So he looked vaguely surprised by the appendages' moving. From the way it felt, someone had been thoughtful enough to bundle his wings to keep them warm, but not tight enough he couldn't get them out with some ease.
That was nice of them.
But for the time being, he would keep his wings folded, if not so up against himself, in the warmth of the blankets. Eyes lifting up once more, the sullen look did not pass his attention. He said nothing about it--he was sure he knew what caused it. "... I see," he murmured, eyes cast down slightly. Dust was beginning to be cleared from some of the pieces he already had, but the ones that were slowly emerging, were still hopelessly fogged.
One thing stood out that made his eyebrows knit together. Looking back up again, he asked in a brisker tone than he'd intended, "It starts with an A, right? My name." Before much of an answer could be given, he grunted. "Don't. Let me figure it out myself." He could remember his own gods-damned name. A long moment passed, and with each second he looked more and more constipated.
"... After I have something to eat."
when that light goes out this eve,some will run, and some will grieve.
the whores and gentlemen, they lead,
trails of insecurities.
i am not a watchman, i do as i please.
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