CIAN
Look not here for bits of narration that will serve as puzzle pieces for a whole. See not the name, the face, the stoic movements and think ample dissection will prove worth your while. You'll not find here tidbits to mull over, just ample descriptions of eyes uncomfortably blue, and a jawline to make a skeleton jealous.
Look only here for a man, impeccably dressed. His coat is made from the wool of creatures those in the Hollowed Ground have never heard of much less seen, his shoes polished but well worn. He smokes a well-rolled cigarette that smells far sweeter than any grass grown in these parts, and yet still he looks around like a man lost in the alleyways of a dark memory.
Smoke whorls upwards, obscuring his eyes as he stands in the middle of the street, feet comfortably apart.
Look only here for a man, impeccably dressed. His coat is made from the wool of creatures those in the Hollowed Ground have never heard of much less seen, his shoes polished but well worn. He smokes a well-rolled cigarette that smells far sweeter than any grass grown in these parts, and yet still he looks around like a man lost in the alleyways of a dark memory.
Smoke whorls upwards, obscuring his eyes as he stands in the middle of the street, feet comfortably apart.
But the highway's low, & the low way's mine
You can burn me eternally, out to the snow and the wind and the rain
You can burn me eternally, out to the snow and the wind and the rain
