Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 1, 2007 16:08:54 GMT -5
A coward. Nothing but a despicable rat.
A black star shot through the night, whizzing over the tower of Aaron Ravenwood. The wizard's statue, which normally pointed towards evolving galaxies in the obscure skies above, now fixated his pointing figure in a slightly crueler manner upon the yellow-tipped comet that hid in the skies.
Thomas Lucre held steady to his broom as he seered through the blisteringly moist clouds, the crescent moon making no effort to oversee his humanly insignificant flight into the lunar skies. A pair of goggles were strapped across his glazed black eyes, keeping the air from drying them out. Though, Lucre was not sure why he felt the need for any kind of safety measure. His closer inspection of the stars above the blonde gave him a good perspective that they were still no bigger now than they were when he walked the earth. And that was a fair analogy to be attributed to his situation.
Just because there were stars within his reach, did not mean he could merely pluck as many as his arms would allow. It was childish, really, that he could not be more decisive with the goings on of the romances floating around him. He had broken all the stars he tried so greedily to carry in his arms, and now their warm light no longer reached him. He was alone, all because he simply couldn't make them happy, each and every one. It was capricious to think that there was so much of him that could go around, when at heart none of them could handle being anything less than his most beloved.
Well, this seemed a fair spot to just hover and reflect a bit. Truth be told, Lucre was deathly afraid of heights. He faired well when he was in mid flight, but hovering in a standstill even 10 feet above the ground was enough to put him at unease. However, it seemed oddly fitting to put his thoughts in perspective when something threatening loomed beneath him, putting his thoughts in disaray right as he sorted them.
He sidled over, sitting at the side of the broom and stared at the facility below. Everything was so insignificant, but yet he felt like his sinking feelings were tall enough to touch the moon itself. Hearts could not be replaced, nor could those girls' trust in him. He was high enough in the sky, he could probably make it back home to Madrid if he merely glided. The hemline of Lucre's doublet coat floated around his heels, and the fedora atop his head was miraculously kept in place, compliments of the stay-hat charm he held in a zipped pocket.
Lucre sat up and relaxed, blocking out the cold as well as he could. Even if he couldn't think all that well up there, it wasn't like thinking did him much good at this point. He decided to just stay, and be, at least for a little bit. No matter where he was down there, he only made things worse for those girls. It'd be best if they attended their studies instead of blonde sexual deviants like himself.
For what it was worth though, this would have been a supreme backdrop for his first date with one of them.
A black star shot through the night, whizzing over the tower of Aaron Ravenwood. The wizard's statue, which normally pointed towards evolving galaxies in the obscure skies above, now fixated his pointing figure in a slightly crueler manner upon the yellow-tipped comet that hid in the skies.
Thomas Lucre held steady to his broom as he seered through the blisteringly moist clouds, the crescent moon making no effort to oversee his humanly insignificant flight into the lunar skies. A pair of goggles were strapped across his glazed black eyes, keeping the air from drying them out. Though, Lucre was not sure why he felt the need for any kind of safety measure. His closer inspection of the stars above the blonde gave him a good perspective that they were still no bigger now than they were when he walked the earth. And that was a fair analogy to be attributed to his situation.
Just because there were stars within his reach, did not mean he could merely pluck as many as his arms would allow. It was childish, really, that he could not be more decisive with the goings on of the romances floating around him. He had broken all the stars he tried so greedily to carry in his arms, and now their warm light no longer reached him. He was alone, all because he simply couldn't make them happy, each and every one. It was capricious to think that there was so much of him that could go around, when at heart none of them could handle being anything less than his most beloved.
Well, this seemed a fair spot to just hover and reflect a bit. Truth be told, Lucre was deathly afraid of heights. He faired well when he was in mid flight, but hovering in a standstill even 10 feet above the ground was enough to put him at unease. However, it seemed oddly fitting to put his thoughts in perspective when something threatening loomed beneath him, putting his thoughts in disaray right as he sorted them.
He sidled over, sitting at the side of the broom and stared at the facility below. Everything was so insignificant, but yet he felt like his sinking feelings were tall enough to touch the moon itself. Hearts could not be replaced, nor could those girls' trust in him. He was high enough in the sky, he could probably make it back home to Madrid if he merely glided. The hemline of Lucre's doublet coat floated around his heels, and the fedora atop his head was miraculously kept in place, compliments of the stay-hat charm he held in a zipped pocket.
Lucre sat up and relaxed, blocking out the cold as well as he could. Even if he couldn't think all that well up there, it wasn't like thinking did him much good at this point. He decided to just stay, and be, at least for a little bit. No matter where he was down there, he only made things worse for those girls. It'd be best if they attended their studies instead of blonde sexual deviants like himself.
For what it was worth though, this would have been a supreme backdrop for his first date with one of them.