It's not about the money we make
It's about the passions that we ache for
It's about the passions that we ache for
Callum is not what one might call a country boy. He does not thrive in the peace and quiet of the great outdoors. Oh, he can hold his own - he has to, in his line of work - but he much prefers jobs in the city than the kind of thing that drags his ass out to the middle of fucking nowhere.
So he's not particularly cheerful to find himself in Sidhe Village. It's not the worst place he could be (better the Village than the woods), but it's a bit quaint for his taste. Not to mention it's covered in mud.
And it's not even normal mud. No, that he could avoid. This shit is memory mud, and it seems to insist on following travelers on wobbly little legs. If one can even call them legs. It doesn't really walk, after all - it sort of just... wriggles around until it gets where it wants to go. And it seems to want to go everywhere it's not supposed to - including on his clothes.
Grimacing as he walks, Callum tries to ignore the strange sensation of mud crawling up the calf of his pants. He's here for one reason and one reason only: to get rid of the mud. Or at least to try to clear some pathways for those insane enough to live out here. Spotting another worker, he meanders over. "Hey, where can I find a shovel?" he asks, resigned to his fate. Once he had one in hand, he made his way into the muck and mire beside a man and a snow leopard cub. That earned a quick double take. Chuckling at the small creature, Cal glanced at the stranger. "At least one of us is having fun, eh?"
So he's not particularly cheerful to find himself in Sidhe Village. It's not the worst place he could be (better the Village than the woods), but it's a bit quaint for his taste. Not to mention it's covered in mud.
And it's not even normal mud. No, that he could avoid. This shit is memory mud, and it seems to insist on following travelers on wobbly little legs. If one can even call them legs. It doesn't really walk, after all - it sort of just... wriggles around until it gets where it wants to go. And it seems to want to go everywhere it's not supposed to - including on his clothes.
Grimacing as he walks, Callum tries to ignore the strange sensation of mud crawling up the calf of his pants. He's here for one reason and one reason only: to get rid of the mud. Or at least to try to clear some pathways for those insane enough to live out here. Spotting another worker, he meanders over. "Hey, where can I find a shovel?" he asks, resigned to his fate. Once he had one in hand, he made his way into the muck and mire beside a man and a snow leopard cub. That earned a quick double take. Chuckling at the small creature, Cal glanced at the stranger. "At least one of us is having fun, eh?"
What makes your heart beat faster
Tell me now what does your body long after
Tell me now what does your body long after
Callum
