[Original] [Vignette] Tristyn
Voice.
Sound.
Whirling, twirling, heaven gone to madness like the cracked canvas beneath his fingers. He feels the paint chip, dirt and grime and watercolour memory lodged beneath his nails as he looks up into the eyes of infinity.
It sings a song for him. Lonely as the sunrise and colder than the sky. It startles him for a moment. A surprised noise bubbles its way up his throat and erupts in a volcanic -- what?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Voice.
Sound.
He smashes into the painting with his fist and knows that this is the only voice he'll ever have.
Sound.
Whirling, twirling, heaven gone to madness like the cracked canvas beneath his fingers. He feels the paint chip, dirt and grime and watercolour memory lodged beneath his nails as he looks up into the eyes of infinity.
It sings a song for him. Lonely as the sunrise and colder than the sky. It startles him for a moment. A surprised noise bubbles its way up his throat and erupts in a volcanic -- what?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Voice.
Sound.
He smashes into the painting with his fist and knows that this is the only voice he'll ever have.