ADAM
Adam was not by nature a creative person, nor someone openly sentimental.
But recently, he had found himself drifting back to thoughts of his father; maybe because it was sinking in he was going to be in Caido where the name Pikely meant nothing forever, maybe because he was having to face a lot of his demons without all the distractions of his old life. In the hopes of covering over the old wound, he had made a lantern.
It was a misshapen mess. Meant to be a circle, it had a dip in one side and a strange bloom in the other, a messily painted flower on the side; taken from his memory as his fathers favourite, a bush he had grown at the edge of his fields purely for the beauty of the flowers. White, with a blue gradient towards the centre and yellow stamen.
For the task of hanging it up he had asked Pet to come along. He had marketed it to him as a fun time at a festival, though really he just didn't want to feel alone when he was hanging it up. At least Pet was from his world - even know he was sure Pet had no idea who his father had been (he didn't ask, unsure if he could handle the answer) it still felt better, somehow.
Looking about to make sure not too many people would see this soft moment, he smiled weakly at Pet then hung it up, took a step back. "...I hope he knows about it, somehow, even though it's all the way over here." He said quietly, kicking the ground with his boot.
But recently, he had found himself drifting back to thoughts of his father; maybe because it was sinking in he was going to be in Caido where the name Pikely meant nothing forever, maybe because he was having to face a lot of his demons without all the distractions of his old life. In the hopes of covering over the old wound, he had made a lantern.
It was a misshapen mess. Meant to be a circle, it had a dip in one side and a strange bloom in the other, a messily painted flower on the side; taken from his memory as his fathers favourite, a bush he had grown at the edge of his fields purely for the beauty of the flowers. White, with a blue gradient towards the centre and yellow stamen.
For the task of hanging it up he had asked Pet to come along. He had marketed it to him as a fun time at a festival, though really he just didn't want to feel alone when he was hanging it up. At least Pet was from his world - even know he was sure Pet had no idea who his father had been (he didn't ask, unsure if he could handle the answer) it still felt better, somehow.
Looking about to make sure not too many people would see this soft moment, he smiled weakly at Pet then hung it up, took a step back. "...I hope he knows about it, somehow, even though it's all the way over here." He said quietly, kicking the ground with his boot.
good evening, misadventure.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
