" tell me where i went wrong. "
halsey???orsmth asks ( always accepting ). ll @akamure.
the worn folds of a map threaten to come undone completely - genesis peeks across rivers en relief && watches reno’s frustration.
“ i literally told you to take a left && you didn’t. ”
ooc:: i’m pissing i had to okay but here’s the other way around.
GENESIS. marble a soft echo of rain’s pitterpatter step; pillars a harsh cut of shadow to contrast torch’s billowing light. underfoot, the steps to lead up to church’ entrance do little more than gleam with unsteady puddles. marble’s always been an odd stone. eyes sweep across its markings - like veins of blue and green threaded through a muddied white.
there’s a little too much emotion.a little too much feeling, a risingbubble of noise that clings tothroat’s insides && expands to choke.
rain. an umbrella has since been discarded ( after it magnified droplets’ noise to a headache inducing degree ) && so it trails down along threads of red && copper. cool, cool to the point of an unwelcome chill as it seeps beneath one’s collar. down his spine - ‘till its absorbed by a smart little vest…
a little too much emotion, && a lifetime of harm in the balance. what on earth ( && beyond it ) is genesis to say - what could he addthat would not simple thrash the scale && toss it into rising flame… that’s how he handles his own troubles. blue chases across supposedly hallowed ground. reno’s either given up on watching him or hasn’t been; stands slouched against not this but the next pillar. the rain is coming down too hard && too fast - it must be painful for human eyes to catch it. but the boy gives little sign of noticing. the chill has caused a tremor in limbs too thin —a throat clicks dry on nothing as genesis turns back to the steps.
gods, why is this so hard?
“ …i realize this is… possibly worthless && old news, but. ”
quiet. unaccustomed to a voice like this: so small && without grandeur. what’s there to be grand about?an army he’s vanquished. but he doesn’t know what to do with a friend.his friend. — friend?? …ahh… hrm.
yes, what does he see? all these years… && he might as well be blind, stumbling through the dark like any other fool.( it doesn’t occur to him that he seeks out the rain like reno does. )
“ you make do rather well, what with a world full of things out to kill you. or use you. ‘hrem. ”
it’s the beaten path. they banter, jeer how they are no more than perhaps of use to each other. but reno does smell delectable, && curiosity is genesis’ favourite need to answer. he would never’ve lived if he were not delightful. && if they were not… both… quite desperate.
or something. right? goddess…
“ i think it’s more a matter of being stuck in a bog, than of being in possession of a defective compass. ”