Are
"Good man, a good man... Man, a man... a good one." he mumbled to himself, perplexed at the strange mood the concoction of concussion, alcohol, and desperation had him in. His head met his hands as his world spun. Barely keeping himself planted on the chair he couldn't help but notice another seed germinating in the fertile ground. Tangling with the roots of earlier ideas.
On one hand cobbler, warm, kind and cautious. On the other, warrior. Steadfast, brash and unfearing. The two images where equally opposed forces in his mind. Swirling mists that refused to mix and intermingle, a fork in the path ahead.
A cobbler sighed again. longing for a day where he no longer had to strive. A day where he not felt like a hide refusing to take water and shape, a sole left curled and frayed at the ends. Just like...
Are sat up straight but quickly regretted his jerking motion. Grimacing and clutching his head. The pain couldn't drown out the noise of a third seed sprouting. The noise of a feeling that had had his gut in knots before. On that sour note he returned to the bar to drown it out as best he could.
On one hand cobbler, warm, kind and cautious. On the other, warrior. Steadfast, brash and unfearing. The two images where equally opposed forces in his mind. Swirling mists that refused to mix and intermingle, a fork in the path ahead.
A cobbler sighed again. longing for a day where he no longer had to strive. A day where he not felt like a hide refusing to take water and shape, a sole left curled and frayed at the ends. Just like...
Are sat up straight but quickly regretted his jerking motion. Grimacing and clutching his head. The pain couldn't drown out the noise of a third seed sprouting. The noise of a feeling that had had his gut in knots before. On that sour note he returned to the bar to drown it out as best he could.
