No Brighter Day

Zeitgeist · 05-18-2012, 01:23 PM

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Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down..

Word Count → ### :: I certainly don't mind at all. I was beginning to think that this thread wasn't going to garner any attention so I'm glad to have someone to play with.

Zeitgeist hadn't the slightest clue that there were others outside of the little trio that were traipsing about. It was unfortunate but he was slowly coming to expect to not find quick company. Everyone simply seemed so widespread. It really was such a let down. He had come expecting markets and easily gained luxuries only to find out that there was nothing of the such in this part of the world. It really was a pity. It was sad to think that what he missed most about Europe were the crowded streets which always harbored someone knew to bump into and meet. But this side of the world felt stagnant. Each hour that passed had him questioning himself as to the purpose of this trip. He should just turn away and book passage back to Europe.

The sound of an unfamiliar voice had him turning his head into the direction from whence it had come. "Ciao." And after a moment's pause to access the garnered scent he added to the greeting. "Signora." Zeitgeist quickly glanced to Guillotine and patted the boy's shoulder before he moved closer to the stalks of the flowers that grew in the direction that the voice had burst forth from. Zeitgeist eased apart the stalks and peered through the opening that he had created. Row after row of more stalks were what greeted him. "Don't move." The words were cast over his shoulder and back at Guillotine before the older male disappeared between the stalks.

Zeitgeist weaved his way through the flowers until he finally found the female. The male had already been in the process of bowing and reaching for her hand when he noticed the woman's swollen belly. "Oh..." He hesitated briefly before a grin spread across his maw. Z drew his gaze up from the female's belly and back to her face. "How fortunate you are." And he sincerely meant that. He had a fondness for the young, any young, that had them worming their way into his heart. "I've got a boy. Not like yours since I purchased him but it's the closest I've got." Or at least what he knew about. After all he had spread his seed throughout countries in Europe and it hadn't plagued him to think about whether or not any had come to fruitation. At least not until the current moment when he was face to face with what happened to wildly sown oats from time to time. "May I inquire as to if you know whom they belong to?"

And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs, of this town,
Be sure to come around, I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown,
like pierrot the clown.

Table by the Mentors!

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