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Ezekiel de le Poer · 06-13-2011, 07:43 PM

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Time became a thing that Ezekiel paid little attention to. He lived in the repetition of days, spending more time alone than he had before. Enkiel had questioned him about the acquisition of cloves and tobacco, but turned them over without a fight. These sticks proved with a release and a clearness of head that marijuana did not. Had he not been so ferociously unwilling to sink into submission he might have done just that. Sage and her sisters could have provided for him, without a doubt. He simply was not willing to let his head go, not yet.

Red toes dug into the sand, warm and rough in the way of all bay beaches. It was not the sand he had played on as a child. It was not the glassy sand of the ocean, but it was his sand and he loved it. The water was constant and deep and unforgiving. It was much like the forests he had spent so many years in. Terrible things lived in the dark places of the world, and Ezekiel was among them.

His ears turned back at his sister’s voice, but he otherwise did not turn to address her. Between two fingers on his right hand the still-burning clove hung, and it was drawn to his mouth presently. A puff of smoke escaped his lungs as he spoke, staring at the water. “I can’t leave,” he said flatly. “Who would you have in my place? Halo? Sage? Certainly not you,” his voice dropped, cruel. He hated the sound of it.

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