Disenchanted *SLOW UPDATES*

I. N̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ Coming Home

[Gerard]

The cloaked figure overlooked the city; stood atop a gravely hill, the grass underneath his heel had long faded into a murky brown and dry consistency, undoubtedly a byproduct of neglect and underwatering. The unquenched patches of earth grew like tall threads from the parched soil below. The blades emitted a satisfactory crunching sound, disrupting the otherwise noiseless night, as the figure shifted from foot to foot. The few overgrown strands peeked around the figure's boot, splitting around it and hugging its sole, in turn imprinting the ground with the unfortunate crushed grass; marking an indent in the otherwise untouched terrain.

The unknown figure shivered as the frigid evening breeze pelted his coat-covered skin.
The weather's disregard for seasons evident with the seemingly freezing conditions apparent mid-summer. The figure didn't mind however, he preferred the cold as opposed to the unforgiving summer heat waves seemingly ever-present in the little town in Jersey known as Belleville.

The figure withdrew a cigarette from his coat pocket, successfully lighting the stick and placing it between his chapped lips. With a deep breath, he inhaled the toxins with an ease that only came with experience. He kept the smoke encased for a brief moment, savouring the unwanted fumes before releasing his breath; gently exhaling and watching, mesmerized, as the charcoal-like complexion of the smoke escaped his rough lips and billowed before him, dancing beyond his face before disappearing into the atmosphere without a second glance. Smoking brought a certain tranquility and peace that the man had not found elsewhere. So, seizing the opportunity, he allowed his raging thoughts and inquiries to run wild, whilst attempting to comprehend his troubles. Why had he come home? What had he left behind that was so important that he had to come back? After all, he swore to never return, yet he found himself back in Belleville anyway. With his over analyzation ultimately resulting in a mild headache, he gave up and left it for another time, leaving his questions unanswered, for now. The figure mirrored his previous actions of inhalation and exhalation, until the cigarette was a distant memory and a lone stub, crushed underneath his boot, an ill-fated companion to the forgotten grass.

The refreshing breeze soon became a pestilent gust, harshly blowing the man's ebony hair around his face, occasionally striking his pale features with unexpected force. With an upward glance to the silver sky, the man heaved an aggravated sigh, hesitant to depart his post. Despite his reluctance, he secured his black scarf around his neck and shoved his glove-laden hands in his pockets before he headed into town, but most importantly, he headed home, determined to find what he'd been searching for all along. He was set to find the mysterious force that'd prompted his reappearance to Belleville, the town he swore to never return again, and the same force that kept him awake at night with an unexplainable longing. He was going to find it, he was sure of that; he just didn't know what he was looking for yet.

If there's any confusion this was Gerard we were talking about. ^ Updates will be random, or whenever I feel like it. (: