literal darkness
09-22-2016, 12:16 PM
There's water here, Poser can hear it running from the house. Or he thinks he can hear running water from the house, and he walks until he finds it. Either way, it's late afternoon when he pulls himself out of bed, and late dusk when he finds the shimmering shore. There's something beautiful about it, something enchanting. The glow out here, it looks like his eyes. It reminds him, at least, of his eyes. There's something about him that's gorgeous at times like this. Like he's nearly whole again. Like he's a real and complete being... wonder brings that back. If there's something that Poser won't lose, it's that sense of wonder. It's that sense of being better, of maybe even considering being okay. He's not okay. But he can pretend. Poser moves to the water's edge and dips his paw in, splashing softly and watching the glow spread. There's something grand in him, something resonating in his chest. Is that joy? It's coming back to him, it's coming back into his system. There's a high headed attitude to the man, and he's a delicate silhouette against the fading twilight. He brings the colors around behind him, the blues and greens of bio luminescence. It feels far better than usual. He feels far better than usual. Graceful in the shallows, kicking in the puddles, catching the little galaxies to follow him around. Ah yes. How gorgeous. poser breathy way of saying my name |