Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2021 19:13:13 GMT -6
The moonlight near the other warps and refracts around him. It circles him, like a shark, but it does not reveal itself. Not many travel into auto haven, and when they do, they are as quick to leave as they had arrived. The hood of a nearby car creaks as Philip takes a seat. Watching, waiting. Will he stay? Will he go? Apparently, He has decided to remain. They’d never seen him around before- well, they’d seen him around, Him and his little group of miscreants, but they had never spoken. They didn’t even know his name. Maybe that was their own fault, they were as much of a recluse as that group of kids were rash.
The bell's ring is a sound vastly unfamiliar to those of the same faction as Philip. They do not ring it outside of trial beyond a rare, sparse occasion. It fills the night air, Heavy and sad and ever expanding-ly hollow. Embers and ash fleck off of their form, the remains of the spirit world clinging to their shawl and limbs only long enough to catch out of the corner of your eye. In the next instant, it’s gone and they inhabit the space that was once empty. A party of one, now built for two.
Their head tilts, arm lowering the bell to their side. “I suppose I should indulge in a welcome sign on my front porch, if so many of you are to show at my door uninvited like strays.” Their eyes squint as they speak, but something like a grin pulls at the corner of their mouth- despite the annoyance that their voice carries, the boy is seemingly not being reprimanded.
The bell's ring is a sound vastly unfamiliar to those of the same faction as Philip. They do not ring it outside of trial beyond a rare, sparse occasion. It fills the night air, Heavy and sad and ever expanding-ly hollow. Embers and ash fleck off of their form, the remains of the spirit world clinging to their shawl and limbs only long enough to catch out of the corner of your eye. In the next instant, it’s gone and they inhabit the space that was once empty. A party of one, now built for two.
Their head tilts, arm lowering the bell to their side. “I suppose I should indulge in a welcome sign on my front porch, if so many of you are to show at my door uninvited like strays.” Their eyes squint as they speak, but something like a grin pulls at the corner of their mouth- despite the annoyance that their voice carries, the boy is seemingly not being reprimanded.