Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 5:27:33 GMT
A prison. It seemed a sad place to visit. The stone walls were cold and the spaces in between them now vacant. Where there once might have been lights there were shadows and windows had debris or outside foliage to block out most of the sunlight. No longer were there any guards to keep prisoners in or unwanted guests out. At least, from what Adrian could tell standing outside of it.
Adrian had reasoned with himself that the purpose he’d come to this place was in hopes of finding answers that he hadn’t found elsewhere. However, no matter how much he denied it even to himself he knew that he’d come for the solitude. Loneliness was a terrible thing but the people who had flocked to the village and elsewhere only made him cringe. There was a festival and people were just living as if everything was charming and wonderful. Meanwhile, he could only feel heaviness in him because of his inability to find where it was that he belonged and, more importantly, how he had gotten here. There had to be something more and nobody in that village would give him the answers.
As he walked along the prison walls he pressed his hand against the stone, his palm entire palm laid flat while he carried on. Cold. The cold and the dark, what went together better than that? He shook the thought from his head though as he came to a stop and clenched his fist. His face became distorted in rage as he stared at the back of his fist.
“Why doesn’t any of this make sense!” he growled, much louder than intended – but who would be around to listen. Adrian caught himself in his anger though and quickly removed his hand from the stone, straightening out his posture to compose himself. His lips tightened to keep any words from coming out of them as he looked toward the ground.
Why did this bring him so much distress? Why did it feel like something was… missing?
Adrian had reasoned with himself that the purpose he’d come to this place was in hopes of finding answers that he hadn’t found elsewhere. However, no matter how much he denied it even to himself he knew that he’d come for the solitude. Loneliness was a terrible thing but the people who had flocked to the village and elsewhere only made him cringe. There was a festival and people were just living as if everything was charming and wonderful. Meanwhile, he could only feel heaviness in him because of his inability to find where it was that he belonged and, more importantly, how he had gotten here. There had to be something more and nobody in that village would give him the answers.
As he walked along the prison walls he pressed his hand against the stone, his palm entire palm laid flat while he carried on. Cold. The cold and the dark, what went together better than that? He shook the thought from his head though as he came to a stop and clenched his fist. His face became distorted in rage as he stared at the back of his fist.
“Why doesn’t any of this make sense!” he growled, much louder than intended – but who would be around to listen. Adrian caught himself in his anger though and quickly removed his hand from the stone, straightening out his posture to compose himself. His lips tightened to keep any words from coming out of them as he looked toward the ground.
Why did this bring him so much distress? Why did it feel like something was… missing?
@jack
