I blindly brave the distance between open city and the progressing neighborhood I've dwelled in for years. Rays of strawberry melt towards the horizon, marking another passing night. Stars of years past glitter the sky, a graveyard of light. My pace subsides, the crisp morning air flowing through my lungs. Some hear a voice calling to them from the woods, nymphs of a different time. Others called by the deep, yearning to drift in comforting silence. Personally? I've always passioned the stars.
In fields I only remember as flowing red, sweat and dirt crusted against my skin, the sky always seemed to reach down to me, allowing me to flow in its swirls of ancient energy.
Even now, I can't help but stop to appreciate it when given the chance. The least I can do for the lifetime of peace it granted me.
Should I allow myself, I'd get lost between the threads holding up the sky, but the sky can't save Jim. I can't even save Jim.
With a final sigh, my eyes peel from the surrounding dark above, to the only climbing mountain of issues stacked before me.
In the little time my mind has freed up the smallest shelf of space for comprehension, no amount of experience seems to save Jim from his mantle. It is irrefusable.
Mindlessly, I treck up the crumbling sidewalk that lines neighborhood houses, just waiting to arrive at my own. By the law of direction, if I walk long enough, I'll eventually end up somewhere.. right?
With everything hopeless, I suppose there's nowhere left to go other than home. I've had my share of sleepless nights, the last few just more to add to my repertoire.
Suddenly, my feet jerk to a stop, parallel to a driveway no different than the rest. As if caught in the act, I slowly turn my hazed line of sight to a large open window. Behind it lay visible newspaper clippings of things that would make anyone assume the owner was a stalker. A Psycho.
Or maybe just a big nerd.
"Eli!"
Brief flashes of his words flow through my mind. Creatures. Stone for skin.
I notice the small attention I'm drawing, awkwardly standing in front of a house intently staring through its one open window. Not the best look. I step through my decision up the driveway to his large wooden porch. With a final breath, I hesitantly knock on the wooden door.
I'm just going to ask him some questions. He won't be suspicious, I'm just being curious. He won't get involved. He won't interfere.
A long pause wrings out the moment before a loud female voice barks out orders somewhere inside. More silence ensues, then hints of clicking move down the door, ending with the framed eyes of a nervous kid peeking through his door.
"H-hello?"
"Eli!"
"Y/n? What are you doing here?" His face brightens slightly as he braves the world and steps beyond his house's border.
"Its just- before the fight a few days ago. Steve was saying some..interesting things. Creatures with "Stone for skin" ringing any bells?
"Yeah!- down by the canals, it was incredible! The creatures were huge!.. are you interested?"
I brave a smile down at him. "Well, it's hard to overhear the possibility of- of fairytale creatures really existing and not be atleast a little curious.. right?"
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The Forbidden Hunter// Angor Rot x Reader
AcciónAs time once more repeats in a matter of one life, you plant your feet to stay on land before brought back to Hell. Dark as night and just as cold, his eyes defile you with Gold. Shall you waver one step or two, all your friends are destined to be d...