ercbeux ( + continued from here )
Hot breath blown into his hands as if it was mid winter, Hermes just missed the warm of the mug of coffee he’d just finished and dumped into the nearest trash bin, his head couldn’t help to turn towards the other, eyebrows raised in surprise rather than confusion for such a random sentence, but instead because he, himself, said those exact words to someone just a mere days ago.
“I know, it’s tragic and unfair, but real. Mankind stands no chance.” The mumbled claim was left in the air as leaves flew past them, one hitting the bare palm of his hand in a soft caress before finding its redeeming death against the pavement. “Now the thing is, if you want to do something about it.”
He paid attention to the souls walking by, watched the autumn foliage as they fell and danced with the wind before reverting his gaze to the vocal one beside him. He sighed, tensed shoulders slumping down some while fingers he cards through wind tousled strands. “ I have been trying, but it’s not like they can’t be erased too you know. ” Pencil he moves to scratch at the corner of his work, thoughts he made manifest before tilting his sketchpad towards the other.
Monochrome caricature stained the page. A photograph album of sorts he was trying to keep, the pictures of course, manually taken, hand drawn over long periods time. They were memories he was trying to preserve, fleeting moments that mankind would otherwise fail to observe. “ Tragic, mmhm. I agree. ”
