CIAN
Oh, it would be cinematically wonderful for the man to pause for a fraction of a second and step just a bit higher. To pull his coat around him so that the shadows couldn't cling to them. To evade.
But it isn't a film, and for all that this as of yet unknown man is, a future-seer he is not. So he does trip, his coat flailing out from his side like wings. His hands reach out to brace a fall, but his legs right him quickly enough, though it is far less elegant than he likely would have liked. Turn he does, to see Wessex with her arms crossed completely innocent of wrong-doing here. Or such is what it's meant to look like, but in this world, strangers though they are, they both know this isn't the case.
With a knowing smile that borders on the condescending, the man merely turns his eyes up towards the sky with a nod. "Snows' comin'." He says without concern, turning with more diligent steps into the heart of town.
~FIN
But it isn't a film, and for all that this as of yet unknown man is, a future-seer he is not. So he does trip, his coat flailing out from his side like wings. His hands reach out to brace a fall, but his legs right him quickly enough, though it is far less elegant than he likely would have liked. Turn he does, to see Wessex with her arms crossed completely innocent of wrong-doing here. Or such is what it's meant to look like, but in this world, strangers though they are, they both know this isn't the case.
With a knowing smile that borders on the condescending, the man merely turns his eyes up towards the sky with a nod. "Snows' comin'." He says without concern, turning with more diligent steps into the heart of town.
~FIN
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
