jinki; escapism
Shiloh wasn’t the type to explore much, being rather content with spending time in his apartment and play around with clay on his now exasperatingly endless quest to create a human being of his own. With a newfound obsession in the person of his neighbour, the angel spent hours on end trying to recreate that man’s imagine in miniature, but before he could worry about bringing the figurine to life, he found himself failing miserably at precisely capturing that man’s particularities and portray him. As the pieces of broken clay built up in his atelier, Shiloh found himself suffocated, unable to spend any more minute in his otherwise beloved home. He needed to escape, to get some fresh air, a change of setting and atmosphere.
Mindlessly strolling down the streets, without any particular aim, a sign caught his eye ‒ Dark Letters Bar Bed & Breakfast. Now, the angel didn’t consider himself particularly lucky, quite the contrary if he were to consider his circumstances, but it was exactly what he needed for a spontaneous vacation not so far away from home. Stepping inside, Shiloh made his way straight to the bar, a strange feeling creeping inside his heart. He’s seen places like that one before, the last human he’d watched over was very fond of that particular setting. It was bittersweet, and ironic to a certain extent ‒ how he wished for an escape, only to stumble upon reminders of a past that he cherished, but tried to leave behind.
“Hello.” Shiloh spoke as he slightly leaned forward, trying to inch closer to the one behind the bar as if he was about to share some sort of secret no one else could hear. “Could you help me choose a drink? I’m terrible at that, and honestly, I don’t even know what I want to begin with.” The angel confessed, a tint of awkwardness playing in the otherwise bright smile he flashed the other.
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