Damien
"I never see you at the club!"
Okay? I never see you at the creek
Okay? I never see you at the creek
Well, there goes the idea about the sword. Oh well, call it wishful thinking.
As he was given the space to decide where to start, Damien turned his head slightly, the sound of raised voices down the street curling through the mist like something sour. A fight brewing, if he knew the cadence of men’s tempers—and he did. He’d seen the same rhythm around firepits, in the mines, on winter nights when liquor ran out and frustration had nowhere left to go. It itched at him, the futility of it. But his eyes shifted before his legs did, drawn by a smaller, sharper noise: a thin mewl from overhead.
The kitten clung to a branch like a scrap of cloth caught in the wind, its claws dug deep and trembling. Nobody else had looked up yet. Maybe they hadn’t heard, or maybe they just didn’t care. Damien exhaled through his nose, quiet, the decision already made.
He climbed up the lower knots of the tree a few easy feet up before he flexed the cuff on his wrist, feeling the threads of starlight tug in response. The motion stretched out like a phantom limb, longer than any man’s reach had a right to be, and with careful precision he attempted to lift the little thing by its scruff.
Damien tries to help the kitten first using the Starlight Cuff's extra reach.
As he was given the space to decide where to start, Damien turned his head slightly, the sound of raised voices down the street curling through the mist like something sour. A fight brewing, if he knew the cadence of men’s tempers—and he did. He’d seen the same rhythm around firepits, in the mines, on winter nights when liquor ran out and frustration had nowhere left to go. It itched at him, the futility of it. But his eyes shifted before his legs did, drawn by a smaller, sharper noise: a thin mewl from overhead.
The kitten clung to a branch like a scrap of cloth caught in the wind, its claws dug deep and trembling. Nobody else had looked up yet. Maybe they hadn’t heard, or maybe they just didn’t care. Damien exhaled through his nose, quiet, the decision already made.
He climbed up the lower knots of the tree a few easy feet up before he flexed the cuff on his wrist, feeling the threads of starlight tug in response. The motion stretched out like a phantom limb, longer than any man’s reach had a right to be, and with careful precision he attempted to lift the little thing by its scruff.
Damien tries to help the kitten first using the Starlight Cuff's extra reach.
