Late Night Wanderings Starters || Accepting
@hopeandharmonizing sent: “You can’t see the stars from here…”
“I’m well aware. Ever think maybe that’s what I wanted?”
Okay, so maybe he was being a bit snarkier than he should be, but then he’d also grown tired of being ‘stared’ at. Not by Briar of course, but by those little points of light in the expanse of emptiness that was the sky.
It was times like these that he cursed the old stories, the ones that the elders would tell by the campfires late at night. Even now those fairy tails stayed with him. Maybe because the more ‘romantic’ stories, like those, were so rare.
He had listened so intently as they’d spoken of those who had passed before them watched over them from those lights. Most of the tribe had thought that notion was ridiculous... but not him. Even now, when he’d been so detached from them for so long, he caught himself looking up and wondering if maybe, just maybe, all of the people that had gone before, the people he’d cared for, loved, looked down and watched him like the stories had said.
That was what honestly had him retreating from their ‘sight’ tonight. He didn’t want to be ‘seen’ at all really. It was bad enough that Briar had found him sitting at the bar of yet another dive bar.
“Why does it even matter to ya anyway?” he huffed, turning back to his drink, staring into it for a long moment before putting the ice chilled glass to his lips. “The stars are over-rated anyway...”
