Are
The way she tip-toed around certain words made him even more suspicious than before, he smelled something funny in the way she almost innocently had brought it up but then held it over him. A game he'd smelled before, not the one he had expected, but one he knew better than to play. There was no winning for the cobbler.
His mind screamed at him to just rip down the veils that was being hung. Games he was in no state of mind to play. Not even without a head full of memories and flashing stars could he ever hope to more than trundle through the intricacies of the words, finer details of it all lost on an ox too focused on the wrong things.
Yet he let his pride win out, far too easy at that. So quickly he threw away the notions of being a better man as soon as he was presented with a tempting challenge.
"I see, so you want to witness true beauty, or are you contempt with the fleeting kind?" Are said, a smug smile covering a grimace and wince at the ever-present throbbing that liked to remind him with little stabs that he still was weak.
His mind screamed at him to just rip down the veils that was being hung. Games he was in no state of mind to play. Not even without a head full of memories and flashing stars could he ever hope to more than trundle through the intricacies of the words, finer details of it all lost on an ox too focused on the wrong things.
Yet he let his pride win out, far too easy at that. So quickly he threw away the notions of being a better man as soon as he was presented with a tempting challenge.
"I see, so you want to witness true beauty, or are you contempt with the fleeting kind?" Are said, a smug smile covering a grimace and wince at the ever-present throbbing that liked to remind him with little stabs that he still was weak.
