evigilare ;--; intro
A curious smile came to his lips, a skill in observation a knack from childhood. Survival instinct now turned to the far more pleasant task of just --- enjoying people. Sometimes his thoughts were given to mocking, others he merely enjoyed the feeling of isolation that came when he realized none really and truly saw him. " You're the first person to stop. First one to notice at all ---." Within the callused hand was cupped a tiny bird, the feathers still fluffy from youth, the beak opened wide, a fallen nest lay underneath the nearby tree. What had driven him to rescue the creature -- he wasn't entirely sure. Except that he felt, without a doubt. That it was almost time. That within the day -- it would fly. And so he had been unable to walk past without offering his protection.