bleeding out into space

*Poser* · 10-09-2016, 03:41 PM

He is... not happy. There's something about Poser that's empty, and it has been for a while. There's usually some sort of void that comes with being... on your own. He'd been on his own for how long now? It had been winter when he'd been thrown out, it had been winter when he'd nearly died. It would be winter again shortly. It was basically always winter on his insides, and it bled to his outsides. It bled in general. He ached. The man moved with a certain stiffness, a certain uncomfortably in his own skin. Though the shadow is usually confident, things changed. Things had a way of changing.

Poser is changing. Maybe he was dying. That's the thing-- everyone is dying one day at a time. Marching on towards a fading light. Sucks to suck, right? He moves toward the hot springs, unsure of what to think. It should help his battered foot, but he's careful with it. He'll always be careful with his foot, as if the tissues coming apart would be his undoing. That's the thing about Poser-- he's already fairly undone by his very existence. A little more won't help.

Afternoon in the east, not too chilly yet. Early autumn, with the trees considering turning yellow. Maybe he'd go yellow and then bright red, and then turn to dust in the wind. What a thought that was. Poser approaches one of the pools, flicking at the water with his bum foot. Right. Water. Warm, natural water.

Fucking weird.
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