02-23-2021, 02:53 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Very little proved impervious to the effects of time, change expected, nothing caught within a permanent standstill. Known this, understood with the aid of experience, though meagre it, proven no exception. Still disappointment grew, overwritten the map framed by a childhood supposedly behind him in days that seemed over long, his expectations proven too high.
Already weathered the poor facsimile of those he had deemed family had suffered. Faded once vibrant hues, partial the fault of chosen supplies though the rest from more natural effects. Already difficult to distinguish features had smoothed out, smudged together into a single unified shade, the darkest points surviving only for the lighter backdrop may not obscure it wholly. Time and time again he returned, fool proven each instance for his want for the effects to reverse.
Hesitation stilled his paw before contact may be made with the craggy surface. So many of the faces lost in two ways, last remnants fading away. Sigh slipped past his lips, attention diverting. Around him supplies, paint cans taken from the boardwalk, others for more natural creation. Wrong had it felt when the notion had entered his mind, desecration he could not perform.
He had to. Still their faces populated his mind even if they were lacking in the camp his back was turned to, the hussle and bussle the same even as different proved each individual. Recreated, kept alive in such a small way. Down he bent for a brief moment, strange the sensation of paint coating his paw. Slow the beginning, upward stretching, the old hidden beneath each stroke.
Vaas. Quasar. Medusa.
Each gone in turn, Rhine still there simply changed, Sugarspice added to the assembly, faces Foam knew. Always room for more, almost expected, welcome any who wished to add their own creations for he proved incapable of the addition when he knew none of them.
Already weathered the poor facsimile of those he had deemed family had suffered. Faded once vibrant hues, partial the fault of chosen supplies though the rest from more natural effects. Already difficult to distinguish features had smoothed out, smudged together into a single unified shade, the darkest points surviving only for the lighter backdrop may not obscure it wholly. Time and time again he returned, fool proven each instance for his want for the effects to reverse.
Hesitation stilled his paw before contact may be made with the craggy surface. So many of the faces lost in two ways, last remnants fading away. Sigh slipped past his lips, attention diverting. Around him supplies, paint cans taken from the boardwalk, others for more natural creation. Wrong had it felt when the notion had entered his mind, desecration he could not perform.
He had to. Still their faces populated his mind even if they were lacking in the camp his back was turned to, the hussle and bussle the same even as different proved each individual. Recreated, kept alive in such a small way. Down he bent for a brief moment, strange the sensation of paint coating his paw. Slow the beginning, upward stretching, the old hidden beneath each stroke.
Vaas. Quasar. Medusa.
Each gone in turn, Rhine still there simply changed, Sugarspice added to the assembly, faces Foam knew. Always room for more, almost expected, welcome any who wished to add their own creations for he proved incapable of the addition when he knew none of them.