Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jun 3, 2017 11:35:32 GMT -6
Sometimes, all that was needed was a few moments of complete silence as the world kept turning on it's own. People would laugh in the rain and cry under the suns, none of which made any sense, but still it happened. Day in and day out - again and again. Until something small happened. A pebble in the road could throw a cart off track and a crack could ruin a vase. Nothing happened because it was meant to, so Cesare had finally let it all go. He cared not for the glances that was thrown his way as he moved through the hustle and bustle of people gathered in the square on this lovely day.
Despite the immense problem he had with the look of his own body, he paid no mind to the fact that he had lost his shirt (or destroyed it) sometime during the night, leaving only his black cloak to cover up the horrid state of his back. Had the suns been a little less fierce in their way across the big blue sky, he would have hid under the hood and slipped by unnoticed as he usually did. The gauntlet with the hidden blade was where it always was and that in itself, gave him a little bit of peace with the whole being-shirtless-in-public-situation.
Trying to cut past two people who walked like they had all the time in the world, put him right in the path of this huge man leading a beast of an equine. Cesare had never cared much for the four legged creatures, but he did not enjoy being pushed aside like a fucking toddler. But, then again, it was better than being trampled by something that would gladly eat you for dinner. Clenching his fist did not help much with his frustration, but he did let the man and beast pass without making any fuss. He took a mental notice of the man though, so should their roads cross again, he would surely end the man's journey, just because he was being pushed.
Stupid asshole.
