Post by Altruvolant on Jan 18, 2016 1:29:40 GMT
An intro to Something, this rp isn't ready yet so... I guess here's a sneak peak.
Achroite watched the fire slowly diminish. The embers called out; their small flames rising, trying to stay lit for another second, milisecond, anything. Achroite stuck his hand into the fireplace and crushed the embers within his palm, their desperation had ended. "You gem!" The words jolted him, but not as much as the baseball bat that struck his head. "Don't you have any common sense? Huh?!" Achroite blinked slowly after gasping, "No." He said. "That's what I thought, ain't no gem got any sense, now go fetch some logs.".
Achroite wiped the ashes off on his pant leg as he walked outside. The air was crisp and cold, his fingers gripped onto a log before repositioning it into the cradle of his arm, he grabbed two more and trekked back inside.
The logs were set in the fireplace and a fire was lit. Mr. Crawford, his owner, was satisfied and beckoned Achroite to him, Achroite kneeled while Mr. Crawford rubbed the top of his bald head and scratched underneath his chin , "Isn't this nice?" Mr. Crawford asked. Achroite nodded silently in response. "Okay, leave me gem." Mr. Crawford waved Achroite off and leaned back into his reclining chair.
Achroite walked up the creaking steps of the house or rather mansion and into his room where he layed in the fetal position on his floral patterned bedsheets. He rubbed his head where Mr. Crawford had touched and softly smiled.
Achroite watched the fire slowly diminish. The embers called out; their small flames rising, trying to stay lit for another second, milisecond, anything. Achroite stuck his hand into the fireplace and crushed the embers within his palm, their desperation had ended. "You gem!" The words jolted him, but not as much as the baseball bat that struck his head. "Don't you have any common sense? Huh?!" Achroite blinked slowly after gasping, "No." He said. "That's what I thought, ain't no gem got any sense, now go fetch some logs.".
Achroite wiped the ashes off on his pant leg as he walked outside. The air was crisp and cold, his fingers gripped onto a log before repositioning it into the cradle of his arm, he grabbed two more and trekked back inside.
The logs were set in the fireplace and a fire was lit. Mr. Crawford, his owner, was satisfied and beckoned Achroite to him, Achroite kneeled while Mr. Crawford rubbed the top of his bald head and scratched underneath his chin , "Isn't this nice?" Mr. Crawford asked. Achroite nodded silently in response. "Okay, leave me gem." Mr. Crawford waved Achroite off and leaned back into his reclining chair.
Achroite walked up the creaking steps of the house or rather mansion and into his room where he layed in the fetal position on his floral patterned bedsheets. He rubbed his head where Mr. Crawford had touched and softly smiled.