Was There Something Special About Today? [Hearth][Private]
Feb 6, 2023 17:36:55 GMT -5
Post by Xhavian Navarre on Feb 6, 2023 17:36:55 GMT -5
His hand was outstretched, palm facing the sky as he stood motionless. The cold only a teasing sensation at the back of his mind, people passing him by as they walked to and fro. Crowded together, smiles shared, conversation a melody not unlike that which the musicians were playing only a short distance away. Carefree and gentle, the notes and words dancing before his eyes like the snowflakes that drifted from the sky only partially concealed at the border between above and below. To land on cold skin, on fingertips that waited and watched as they were suspended between solid form and liquid, hesitating for just a sliver of time before finally melting, what warmth his voided self offered just enough to cause such a thing.
Whimsical was a word for it. For the feeling that was embodied in the people and atmosphere around him. Winter showing its softer side, its beauty without bitterness as those that were around him were enjoying themselves. Lingering the markets and purchasing a few things for one another, excitement and anticipation in the air. A few pairs were enjoying the show, the festivities that were on display. Colors flowing outwards in reddish hues laced with gold and silver. Pastels of pinks and purples. Intertwined, intermingled, pulsing outwards like the ripples of a stone dropped into a still body of water in time with the beat of a heart.
Xhavian couldn't help but wonder why. Cosmic gaze dropping. Watching. A peaceful smile curling the corners of his lips gently as he remained where he was at the border of present and removed. A bystander that was unknowing but not denied the simple pleasure of observing a serene and exciting splendor unfold before him.
It was something special, something that did not happen often. The music, the colors, the festivities, the abundance of people and merchants that came and set themselves up in one of the various courtyards within the Pale City and put on such a display of togetherness, there were only a few times throughout the year that such a thing happened... but for the life of him, he couldn't remember why today might be one of them. Special. Worthy of Celebration.
As he lingered by one of the lampposts, the glow faint compared to himself, Xhavian supposed it didn't matter that he didn't remember. He could still enjoy in his own ignorance. Distant to not upset. Away to not draw more eyes than the passing glances when he was seen just barely out of the corner of one's eye.
The last thing he'd want to do is make people uncomfortable, a skill he had been born with and one that would never leave him, it seemed.
Whimsical was a word for it. For the feeling that was embodied in the people and atmosphere around him. Winter showing its softer side, its beauty without bitterness as those that were around him were enjoying themselves. Lingering the markets and purchasing a few things for one another, excitement and anticipation in the air. A few pairs were enjoying the show, the festivities that were on display. Colors flowing outwards in reddish hues laced with gold and silver. Pastels of pinks and purples. Intertwined, intermingled, pulsing outwards like the ripples of a stone dropped into a still body of water in time with the beat of a heart.
Xhavian couldn't help but wonder why. Cosmic gaze dropping. Watching. A peaceful smile curling the corners of his lips gently as he remained where he was at the border of present and removed. A bystander that was unknowing but not denied the simple pleasure of observing a serene and exciting splendor unfold before him.
It was something special, something that did not happen often. The music, the colors, the festivities, the abundance of people and merchants that came and set themselves up in one of the various courtyards within the Pale City and put on such a display of togetherness, there were only a few times throughout the year that such a thing happened... but for the life of him, he couldn't remember why today might be one of them. Special. Worthy of Celebration.
As he lingered by one of the lampposts, the glow faint compared to himself, Xhavian supposed it didn't matter that he didn't remember. He could still enjoy in his own ignorance. Distant to not upset. Away to not draw more eyes than the passing glances when he was seen just barely out of the corner of one's eye.
The last thing he'd want to do is make people uncomfortable, a skill he had been born with and one that would never leave him, it seemed.