ᛚᛟᚲᛁSOMETHING FOUL BEGETS THIN ATMOSPHERE ;cerastes’ scorching environment , here in light . his steps are light, near silent ; the softthumpto arise a creation of mere desire , a subtle notice of arrival .❛ i would state it unwise to so openly state one’s thoughts & opinions , & yet here i find myself utterly inclined to do so . ❜tinged to each word / ribbon lacing each syllable , mere traces of hostility , acerbic 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 uponserpent’s tongue.
❛ why is it i feel myself within the presence of one more questionable than myself ?❜
HATRED AND ANGER came to the surface of his mind; hands forming into tight fists shortly after the final words were spoken. such was what happened when what little CONTROL he had evaporated due to something as small as that.
❛ you talk weird, ❜ he said, not even bothering to comment on the IRONY of the situation. a mistake – a certain little flaw judging someone far greater than he. it would get him KILLED one day, but there was doubt the fates would give him what he so DESIRED most days. more importantly, even if he was granted a ‘reprieve’ there was doubt he’d ever take it. no, he’d been given the offer before to leave everything behind, and he chose to press on. chose to be who he was…. even if it was the worst thing possible.
❛ speak…. plainly. ❜ a deep breath escaped from his lips as he dug his fingers into the palms of his hands. if he focused on that… maybe he could focus on staying calm and stable ( . for the moment at least ). ❛ i’m not awake enough for this. ❜ nor was he in the right mind set to do anything other than drink a beer… or six dozen of them.