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And Then What?
Dec. 5th, 2016 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
needtoseehowitendsA striking man is sitting on a bench in the forum. He's the kind of man that you would know if you'd seen before because something about his presence is just ... dark. Like the brightness simply ceased around him and then, resumed when it got a safe distance away.
He's dressed in clothing that would be right at home on the American frontier, in terms of its style, but not by the material. The clothing is simply too nice to be authentic to the time it pretends to be from. It suits him, though. Mostly black with pops of a dark purple in his cravat and the few places that you can see his shirt; it's obscured by a vest and a fitted jacket.
There's a bottle of whiskey in his possession, half finished. It's unlabeled. Currently capped. The stranger is lighting a cigarette with a match. With his face largely obscured by a dark hat and his hands covered by gloves, it's not that easy to get a glimpse of the man's skin till he turns his head to look at someone. The lines of age have marked his face.
"Did you wake up when you found someone else?"
It's clear the man is lost in self reflection as he puts the cigarette to lips. The first drag he takes is slow and he holds the smoke in his lungs for what almost seems like too long before he blows a lance of smoke in front of him.
"Or did you ever notice yourself crossing paths with someone over and over again, without really meaning to ..."
He's dressed in clothing that would be right at home on the American frontier, in terms of its style, but not by the material. The clothing is simply too nice to be authentic to the time it pretends to be from. It suits him, though. Mostly black with pops of a dark purple in his cravat and the few places that you can see his shirt; it's obscured by a vest and a fitted jacket.
There's a bottle of whiskey in his possession, half finished. It's unlabeled. Currently capped. The stranger is lighting a cigarette with a match. With his face largely obscured by a dark hat and his hands covered by gloves, it's not that easy to get a glimpse of the man's skin till he turns his head to look at someone. The lines of age have marked his face.
"Did you wake up when you found someone else?"
It's clear the man is lost in self reflection as he puts the cigarette to lips. The first drag he takes is slow and he holds the smoke in his lungs for what almost seems like too long before he blows a lance of smoke in front of him.
"Or did you ever notice yourself crossing paths with someone over and over again, without really meaning to ..."
