quiet houses, lit up by candlelight
He has a soul hewn to pieces by tragedy and trauma and here in this heat-dank swamp under ancient trees surrounded by even older magic was the last place he’d imagined he’d find a friend; but now he had one and he was loathe to let her go. undoubtedly Mephisto’s calling in life was much more important and complex than his own wayward wandering, and so it only made sense their little soiree was to come to an end. He had thoroughly enjoyed the confident, competent conversation their encounter had gifted to him. It was something he would think back fondly on during his meandering.
He nods his head, thankful for the genuine conviction in her voice as she applauded his decision to find Elena and, if she would have him, dedicate himself to her tutelage. He could only imagine having an improperly taught, rack-and-shambles hobo washing up on her doorstep and asking to learn from would be more a burden than a gift, but it was worth a try.
He watches her shift so she is little more than a sea-stained silhouette in the setting sun; she speaks about the stars and communicates what he feels about the heavenly bodies with half as many words as it ever would have taken him. For a moment he wonders if that is simply what he is doing-- seeking for a way to make his massive problems seem insignificant. But as he bows his head in farewell and watches her become a dot in the far-away sky, he finds himself imbued with newfound heart, and as he turns towards the center of the swamp to seek his stars, his soul is ever the lighter for it.
He nods his head, thankful for the genuine conviction in her voice as she applauded his decision to find Elena and, if she would have him, dedicate himself to her tutelage. He could only imagine having an improperly taught, rack-and-shambles hobo washing up on her doorstep and asking to learn from would be more a burden than a gift, but it was worth a try.
He watches her shift so she is little more than a sea-stained silhouette in the setting sun; she speaks about the stars and communicates what he feels about the heavenly bodies with half as many words as it ever would have taken him. For a moment he wonders if that is simply what he is doing-- seeking for a way to make his massive problems seem insignificant. But as he bows his head in farewell and watches her become a dot in the far-away sky, he finds himself imbued with newfound heart, and as he turns towards the center of the swamp to seek his stars, his soul is ever the lighter for it.
THREAD ENDO ! first time 4 everything
