DEFAULT ANGST POST FOR ALL???
Who: Viral, Open.
What: Rain brings out a different side to everyone, amirite?
Where: The streets of Salkia.
When: APRIL FIRST YO
Warnings: Gratuitous use of prose, ect.
There was the soft plip-plip of water falling from the sky that alerted the beastman to the oncoming storm. Something triggered inside, where the darkness behind the eyes meets the thought that says me in the dark.
The heavy beat of rain in his ears sounded like absolution, the resolving of sins left dead and forgotten for more years than he could count. Each crack of lightening and peal of thunder struck chips away from his angry facade, leaving him a little alone and awkward as he stood in the deepening drum of the water and wind and the roar of thunder and lightening chasing each other in the sky.
He turned away from the stairs up into the apartment building, forcing his way through the wind to stand in the center of the street, staring up into the storm-heads and threatening seething grey above him, watching as light skittered along the edge of one into the other, the sting of rain and wind in his eyes and the chill that seeped into his bones from icy sleet.
He spread his arms and lent forward into the winds, driving his body to its limit to keep himself upright and stable, not giving an inch even to the supposed 'divine' force of nature. He grinned a little absently, memory swirling in his grasp as his fingers tightening over the strands of the air, imagining this is what it must be like to fly.
His heart soared, giving himself over to the steady static of heavy monsoonal rain and jarring cracks that sounded as if the sky were being cracked open. He could almost imagine the hand of God reaching into the broken eggshell that once covered the earth, plucking free ...
something.
All there was here, balancing on the edge of guilt and shame and solitude and false anger, was the feel of nature not caring what happened to you, not wondering why, not feeling any need to know.
It just was, an empty stretching void of blissful nothingness.
What: Rain brings out a different side to everyone, amirite?
Where: The streets of Salkia.
When: APRIL FIRST YO
Warnings: Gratuitous use of prose, ect.
There was the soft plip-plip of water falling from the sky that alerted the beastman to the oncoming storm. Something triggered inside, where the darkness behind the eyes meets the thought that says me in the dark.
The heavy beat of rain in his ears sounded like absolution, the resolving of sins left dead and forgotten for more years than he could count. Each crack of lightening and peal of thunder struck chips away from his angry facade, leaving him a little alone and awkward as he stood in the deepening drum of the water and wind and the roar of thunder and lightening chasing each other in the sky.
He turned away from the stairs up into the apartment building, forcing his way through the wind to stand in the center of the street, staring up into the storm-heads and threatening seething grey above him, watching as light skittered along the edge of one into the other, the sting of rain and wind in his eyes and the chill that seeped into his bones from icy sleet.
He spread his arms and lent forward into the winds, driving his body to its limit to keep himself upright and stable, not giving an inch even to the supposed 'divine' force of nature. He grinned a little absently, memory swirling in his grasp as his fingers tightening over the strands of the air, imagining this is what it must be like to fly.
His heart soared, giving himself over to the steady static of heavy monsoonal rain and jarring cracks that sounded as if the sky were being cracked open. He could almost imagine the hand of God reaching into the broken eggshell that once covered the earth, plucking free ...
something.
All there was here, balancing on the edge of guilt and shame and solitude and false anger, was the feel of nature not caring what happened to you, not wondering why, not feeling any need to know.
It just was, an empty stretching void of blissful nothingness.