The Woes of the World [active]
Character(s): Setzer, Soma
Content: A pair of silver-haired men compare notes on life's foibles
Setting: Palazzo Townhouses
Time: Shortly after this thread
Warnings: None that I can think of
It wasn't very often these days that Setzer found someone who was simply willing to talk. Admittedly, part of that was due to not often going to look for it, but still, it was a welcome distraction from the often-maddening tedium of the day. Oh, the place had opened up marvelously since he'd first arrived, but he wasn't about to forgive the place for not letting him have his wings that easily. Take a man, if you must, but taking a man's wings? That was a cruelty no one should have to face, and the worst sin he could think of.
On the other hand, his habit of wandering meant that he knew perfectly well how to get from where he was (read: nowhere of real importance) to where he needed to be for this particular meeting. Maps were so tedious, really. Much better to simply go and let your feet carry you there almost without needing to think. It wasn't what it could have been, but it was something, and if he stretched his imagination just a little, he could almost feel the breeze running through his hair.
(It wasn't enough. It was never enough, but it kept him from going back to places he wasn't sure he wanted to go and that was perhaps all he could hope for, here.)
It was only when he reached the townhouses proper that he realized he'd never asked which one he was supposed to meet this mysterious stranger at, but well, he'd never turn down a good gamble and what was knocking on doors if not that?
Content: A pair of silver-haired men compare notes on life's foibles
Setting: Palazzo Townhouses
Time: Shortly after this thread
Warnings: None that I can think of
It wasn't very often these days that Setzer found someone who was simply willing to talk. Admittedly, part of that was due to not often going to look for it, but still, it was a welcome distraction from the often-maddening tedium of the day. Oh, the place had opened up marvelously since he'd first arrived, but he wasn't about to forgive the place for not letting him have his wings that easily. Take a man, if you must, but taking a man's wings? That was a cruelty no one should have to face, and the worst sin he could think of.
On the other hand, his habit of wandering meant that he knew perfectly well how to get from where he was (read: nowhere of real importance) to where he needed to be for this particular meeting. Maps were so tedious, really. Much better to simply go and let your feet carry you there almost without needing to think. It wasn't what it could have been, but it was something, and if he stretched his imagination just a little, he could almost feel the breeze running through his hair.
(It wasn't enough. It was never enough, but it kept him from going back to places he wasn't sure he wanted to go and that was perhaps all he could hope for, here.)
It was only when he reached the townhouses proper that he realized he'd never asked which one he was supposed to meet this mysterious stranger at, but well, he'd never turn down a good gamble and what was knocking on doors if not that?