Post by Tobias on Jul 29, 2015 17:45:50 GMT -5
we made it through
he's black & blue
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What was this place, this dark place beneath the clouds and the snow? He should recognize it from outside, but he didn't. The black, chipping paint on the railings, the briny sea quietly resting below the concrete platform, too dim to see beyond the surface - it wasn't what he expected to wake up to. The once flickering sky he'd seen as he awoke not an hour ago remained hidden beyond the cirrostratus cumulation. Around him, a broken heap of a city in the distance, what looked like a shipwreck, hazardous cliffs, and the sea. Nothing more, not a trace of life save for the saxicoline weeds kissing the surface of the unforgiving water. The breath from his mouth was kinder than the air, forming a small cloud rolling away from his lips before dissipating. The hair on his arms stood on end and the winter blew a gentle breath upon his skin, billowing inward from the sea to where it sharply met his lungs. Tobias tentatively gripped the railing before him and leaned over it, hardly making out his own reflection in the caliginous water that pooled below. He felt he might freeze just standing there in only a t-shirt and ripped jeans clinging tightly to his legs, but he couldn't pry himself away from the waterfront to find any sort of shelter. The shock of being captured, knocked out and slowly waking was still fresh in his mind. The drugs hadn't all left which put him to sleep, hazing his mind quite effectively. He felt his eyelids to be heavy and his legs as well. He knew he could shift and perhaps be slightly warmer under his coat if he was just going to stand here, but he was in neither shape or form built for this kind of weather. He lacked the insulation on his bones to bear this climate in summer clothes, however, it did remind him of the weather back home. Tobias backed away from the railing and stuck his hands in the crook of his elbows, turning around and panning the landscape for any place offering a break from the wind. Tiny snowflakes were flaking from the sky, sticking to the ground and melting on his skin. He found no nearby warmth, and so decided he deserved to be against the elements. After all, it was he who put himself here, this was all his own fault. He killed his mother and father, and he threw the key out of the jail-cell himself. He ought to take a dive into the salt-bearing waves, however he knew his mother wouldn't like him thinking this way. She was always for him, willing him to shout back and bear his fists, bandaging him when he walked through the door bloody and bruised. "They don't know you could rip them apart, you ought to go easy on them," she once whispered to him while dabbing his bloody hands with a warm cloth, which made him smile through his cracked lip. Tobias looked up to the clouds, which were letting snow fall in copious amounts like salt from a saltshaker, and thought of the life he was torn from. His breath quivered from his mouth and he allowed himself to be fragile for only a moment. He knew all too well there was no space nor time to be broken in the dome. Another breath rolled from his mouth, which was hotter than the outside air. The sensation reminded him of smoking. Okay, he thought and woke himself from the boyish sadness. "I need a cigarette," he mumbled into his chest, the fringe of his hair dangling over his nose. He pushed his forearms against the railing and his shoulder blades pointed out from underneath the thin fabric of his tattered t-shirt. |
I hope that's enough to work with, it'll be a more decent word count the next time around & we get some interaction. xx WC: 633 |
