Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 23:40:37 GMT -8
Absurd how people let their lives goaded them wherever circumstances wanted them to usher through instead of just roving to the actual path and enduring despite of happenings. Such deems weren’t bound to anyone’s mind but to his as the assumptions could easily evaporate in a whit as they absconded from the insufflate brain of his, likewise. Theo had tramped through the park in loiter which was bit more of a trot for the rapidness of his gait, almost as of scrambling, for what appeared to be half-day. Walking with haste was an old fashion of his, as a quirk almost, though time had done nothing to mitigate it, but to wax it as to make it even more evident for those sedentary pedestrians that just glommed at him, passing by in a mostly preposterously convenient urgency. Coated in a long gabardine that didn’t reach his knees for a couple of fingers, the bloke was amused with the mode in which strangers just stared at him for his impeccable bearing. Faultlessly backwards combed blond locks plastered to his cranial structure which was conferred a pair of hazing icy bluish pupils which seemed impossible to elude for the profoundness of the gaze – lost yet present, piercing, divesting even. Pale factions that just slightly tinged in a coppery balance of hue which spoke of a weather with constancy on sun’s shaft, in difference to the bleak solitude every denizen toted with them in concerns of the overcast sky looming above them. He was donned with sumptuous garments that didn’t evoke much of gaudiness or a garish imagery but a discreet sober appearance was beyond compare to the tattered pieces of clothing most were vested with.
The youth halted at his stance before treading amidst the park where a huge fountain collected every piece of glances that the throng threw at it, along with the giggles from the toddlers and the hollow laughter of some chit-chat here and there, soaking him in the instance. What an eerie pang invaded him thence, smitten by the epiphany he had been left alone on this precise location. No mother to resort to when in time of need, or in the uncanny necessity to bail out. The Norwegian smirked to nobody, just to himself as he clenched the lapels of his coat and upped them in a cliché like gesture, as from something he had seen from films and such. It was odd how sodden he could be at such proximity of summer, with its last days dogging him as the very last moments of warmth he would be able to cherish. Past them, a grim venue depicted upon, in the form of greyish cumulus of mist.
‘What do Muggles do, these days?...’ he pondered, whilst he inspected every façade surrounding him and every gloom expression he could muster from the slum. ‘Mingling with Muggles…’ the thought progressed and suddenly he found himself settling down at the very verge of the fountain’s rim, just about the wet edge that threatened to drench his finest clothes. Theo examined one of the gabardine’s pockets and found a lettered lump with no thick cover on any of its sides. It was a book, although it resembled the size of a small brick and it was all papered, with no actual additions to it except the staples to keep it together. Theo cracked it open before himself quite thoughtless of the bold red title with dark blotches of blood that announced ‘The Masque of the Red Death’ for his allurement. It wasn’t much of a thick volume but a stack of sheets for the briefest of lectures. Leafing through it, the bloke submerged into the contents and swilled from the droplets of imagination that poured out of every word, washing him and making him wallow in the receipt of his own contrivance - nothing like a good reading to keep you amused and to retain your focus from whatever else attempted to distract you from doing it.
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