(no subject)
After this...
He walks away, the broom clenched between his fingers, and places it on the bar.
"Whatever this will do to balance the tab of Trism bon Cavalish and myself, take it."
For it's worth less than nothing to me now.
The broom, the stubborn thing that it is, only shivers at first before it begins to fade away, disappear into nothing. His eyes close, unwilling to see it completely dissolve before he opens them again and turns them to the tab board to find both Trism and his own tab entirely paid.
In fact, there is a positive amount on his own tab, enough so that he shouldn't have to worry about things for quite some time.
And the song comes upon him suddenly, painfully, the words burning as they flow past his unwilling lips, cutting as they rise up from his throat.
Unnamed Light,
Was that my tongue or a knife?
The Things I say, Leave me ashamed
My skin burns from the flames
I’ve got gasoline in my veins
I’ve got the sun at my back
The world in my sights
So strike up the band
I’ll put the flames out with my own hands
For you
Go on, go on, go on,
Take all of me
Don’t let this be the only thing I know
Don’t ever let go
Oh don’t ever let go
Ashes fall from your lips
And I’m counting the ways, the counterfeit
And if I know your disguise, well it used to be mine
I’ll carry you through this burning land
And when the water’s gone
We’ll drink the sand
You know I’ve got nothing left
For the journey home
And I’ve run out of gods to burn
So this fever will return
For you
Go on, go on, go on,
Take all of me
Don’t let this be the only thing I know
Don’t ever let go
No, don’t ever let go
Oh, don’t ever let go
This distance run
This smoking gun
There’s failure in your eyes
Things fall apart this stone I carved
Has fallen to the floor
Still so easily ignored
Still so easily ignored
Still so easily ignored
This is all of me
This is all of me
This is all that was
No longer all of me.
A sharp nod, the business done, but his hand remains on the counter, fingering the wood grain a few moments as if it were something else before drawing back, pulling away. His gaze turns to the stairs now and, green as he is, he heads up them to tell Trism--
To tell Trism.
He walks away, the broom clenched between his fingers, and places it on the bar.
"Whatever this will do to balance the tab of Trism bon Cavalish and myself, take it."
For it's worth less than nothing to me now.
The broom, the stubborn thing that it is, only shivers at first before it begins to fade away, disappear into nothing. His eyes close, unwilling to see it completely dissolve before he opens them again and turns them to the tab board to find both Trism and his own tab entirely paid.
In fact, there is a positive amount on his own tab, enough so that he shouldn't have to worry about things for quite some time.
And the song comes upon him suddenly, painfully, the words burning as they flow past his unwilling lips, cutting as they rise up from his throat.
Unnamed Light,
Was that my tongue or a knife?
The Things I say, Leave me ashamed
My skin burns from the flames
I’ve got gasoline in my veins
I’ve got the sun at my back
The world in my sights
So strike up the band
I’ll put the flames out with my own hands
For you
Go on, go on, go on,
Take all of me
Don’t let this be the only thing I know
Don’t ever let go
Oh don’t ever let go
Ashes fall from your lips
And I’m counting the ways, the counterfeit
And if I know your disguise, well it used to be mine
I’ll carry you through this burning land
And when the water’s gone
We’ll drink the sand
You know I’ve got nothing left
For the journey home
And I’ve run out of gods to burn
So this fever will return
For you
Go on, go on, go on,
Take all of me
Don’t let this be the only thing I know
Don’t ever let go
No, don’t ever let go
Oh, don’t ever let go
This distance run
This smoking gun
There’s failure in your eyes
Things fall apart this stone I carved
Has fallen to the floor
Still so easily ignored
Still so easily ignored
Still so easily ignored
This is all of me
This is all of me
This is all that was
No longer all of me.
A sharp nod, the business done, but his hand remains on the counter, fingering the wood grain a few moments as if it were something else before drawing back, pulling away. His gaze turns to the stairs now and, green as he is, he heads up them to tell Trism--
To tell Trism.