skull cage [gallows]
Mar 1, 2015 16:13:03 GMT -5
Post by jake on Mar 1, 2015 16:13:03 GMT -5
Tag: `Gallows
Crash didn't really do much leaving, not at this point. It was spring, and he didn't want to know what it looked like in town when everything was melting. Like an old Dali painting, he too was melting. That was what happened when everything, suddenly, was going to be... well... warm. Warmth that was creeping back into his bones and his system, making him feel like a real boy again. Making him feel like he was something more than rust and bone. This was flesh and blood weather, and that was utterly and incredibly strange. Everything was alive as the temperature started to break above freezing.
It didn't matter that it was just barely above, a miserable drizzle was picking up. It was strange and lovely and beautiful, and he couldn't figure out how that was. Everything was fantastic. Everything was new and bright, and he just wanted to feel that straight down into his veins. Into his blood. He could function and breathe and act like a real boy for now, and that was... that was something he didn't want to let go of. A young man that moved over the ground with a tossing head and a wild eye. Crash was alive.
An easy pace. Bright eyes. Dusk falling around his shoulders and the tip-tap of rain falling on the leaves. That was something he really didn't want to give up, even though it soaked the silver ghost to the skin. He wasn't shivering yet, but if he stopped... if he stopped, things would become much colder. That was why he kept going. That was why he continued on, and that was why he was... that was why he was here. He was here to feel alive. Weaving and dodging in and out of the trees, as if chasing down his own shadow. He'd go back home, he'd go back to the campground, eventually. He was here for now.