Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 22:13:53 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]asch cainhart
[attr="class","appc"]age 027
[attr="class","appc"]group seraphim
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation locksmith
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salt sweat and sickness, sour scotch ale scratches the throat, world washed away with every sip. must-marred smell of stale bread lost in the rust of poorly kept tools— a single candle lit.
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jaded smile from the locksmith as the frail flame flickers— he dreams of gilded walls, gold through his fingers: unfair, unfair— he grips at a letter from his better half long gone, head pounding, teeth grit. there is pain in the pages, but she is happier now, surrounded by gilded walls, gold through her fingers, she will never be hungry again.
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he aches for the touch, deft hands twisting metal to hide hurt, laughs to chase away the pain. coins trickle in but never stay, collectors around every corner, debt grows regardless. they ask for the impossible, he works for it— they grow restless, so does he. unfair, unfair— they sing claims of protection, but magic and money changes their song. the locksmith lacks both, drinks keep him warm when nothing else can.
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crumpled body. beaten, bloody, broken against the hardwood, splinters digging into open wounds— vision blurring, blackening, returning— battered guts churning in the dank, lips tasting of copper— penniless locksmith, left for dead, he sees a light.
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a voice beckons, demands sacrifice, demands a vessel to exact a will too great for comprehension. makes him more than human, human no more— profound warmth, wounds close. head full of hymns, skin burns like a beacon through the darkness, but painlessly. the voice is realer now.
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most days he is not himself. he drowns in the warmth, the colors in his eyes fade, shifts in consciousness, he wakes not where he remembers and rarely. the voice does as it pleases, it calls, it points, it pulls on the chain— the locksmith follows. it is unfair, fair, free will in exchange for justice.
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salt sweat and sickness, sour scotch ale scratches the throat, world washed away with every sip. must-marred smell of stale bread lost in the rust of poorly kept tools— a single candle lit.
[break][break]
jaded smile from the locksmith as the frail flame flickers— he dreams of gilded walls, gold through his fingers: unfair, unfair— he grips at a letter from his better half long gone, head pounding, teeth grit. there is pain in the pages, but she is happier now, surrounded by gilded walls, gold through her fingers, she will never be hungry again.
[break][break]
he aches for the touch, deft hands twisting metal to hide hurt, laughs to chase away the pain. coins trickle in but never stay, collectors around every corner, debt grows regardless. they ask for the impossible, he works for it— they grow restless, so does he. unfair, unfair— they sing claims of protection, but magic and money changes their song. the locksmith lacks both, drinks keep him warm when nothing else can.
[break][break]
crumpled body. beaten, bloody, broken against the hardwood, splinters digging into open wounds— vision blurring, blackening, returning— battered guts churning in the dank, lips tasting of copper— penniless locksmith, left for dead, he sees a light.
[break][break]
a voice beckons, demands sacrifice, demands a vessel to exact a will too great for comprehension. makes him more than human, human no more— profound warmth, wounds close. head full of hymns, skin burns like a beacon through the darkness, but painlessly. the voice is realer now.
[break][break]
most days he is not himself. he drowns in the warmth, the colors in his eyes fade, shifts in consciousness, he wakes not where he remembers and rarely. the voice does as it pleases, it calls, it points, it pulls on the chain— the locksmith follows. it is unfair, fair, free will in exchange for justice.
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played by: deis [break]
face claim: [b]axis powers hetalia,[/b] [i]netherlands[/i] - asch cainhart
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played by: deis [break]
face claim: [b]axis powers hetalia,[/b] [i]netherlands[/i] - asch cainhart
