PEACEFUL CALM -- something almost completely unheard of in a realm built on the suffering of it’s inhabitants. But as filthy hands toyed gently with a small box. There came forth a quiet moment of serenity. Blue hues looking over the small water logged & mud caked trinket like it was pure gold. Using a calloused thumb to carefully rub away the muck & filth that coated the seemingly precious item in his hands.
Wondering all the while if something so weather worn could actually still work, He shook the small item carefully of the dried mud that had sealed it’s hinges shut. Breathing alongside stimulated senses that begged curiosity to continue.
Carefully with the skill of a mechanic & the tender love for machines, Frank opened the decorated box. Showing off the slightly rusted but still glittering gears inside. It’s cylinder & comb still intact through all the wood had gone through.
Cautious fingertips gently rubbing away the filth that laid in between the gears -- Hindering any music the small toy could play for him. Though in all things, this was no gift he intended to keep.
It was a gift he had risked blood & skin for in order to bring some kind of smile to the brightest of their legion. Feeling the burn through the fresh bandages he had placed lazily along his hand.
Uninterested in the small scratches he had acquired, knowing they could only blend in with all the other’s he’s accumulated over the many years.
Getting up slowly from the stairwell he had parked himself upon. Frank carried himself up the steps with heavy, worn out & tired feet. Making his way along the creaking upper floor before stopping just outside a painted door. ❛❛ “Yo Susie.. I’m.. I’m sorry for snappin’ at you earlier. Come out okay? I got you something..” ❜❜
