tame the ghosts in my head

Silas Agata · 10-15-2012, 08:42 PM

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Date: 15 October

Setting: Halifax

Time: Late evening

Character Form: Optime

Word Count → 456 :: Anyone is welcome to join. I apologize in advance for my supreme rustiness.

The darkness was settling in, though it wasn’t that late in the evening just yet. Still, the Russian had fallen into a slumber that would not soon cease. At least, not of its own accord. After such a long time spent on the sea, the steady earth beneath his paws had seemed unnatural. A short trek further into the harbor had led the male to a place that was rather reminiscent of the motel where he and his family had stayed upon their initial arrival to Nova Scotia. It wasn’t the same place, but it boasted a bed and that was all that the Russo man had needed.

The broad chest of soft tan rose gently while heavy, even breathing telltale of sleep filled the still air of the room. Amongst the ruin of abandoned furniture sat a collection of bags – the possessions the man had brought with him from the boat. For now their contents were concealed, apart from the knife and black vest that had managed to find their way amongst the worn floor boards.

Much had changed in the time that Silas had been away from Nova Scotia. His departure had been motivated by many things, and ever since his mind had been plagued with whether or not he had made the right decision. Even now, in slumber, one of the most pressings issues was brought forward. This, of course, was the lovely Lykoi woman for whom he had fallen for.

Dreams recreated the past, and Silas was once again in the mansion, searching amongst ruin and the snow for the woman’s precious rodents. When icy blue locked with fiery crimson, the passion there was as true as it had been in reality. A hand reached out for her, beckoning to gently stroke the soft curls that framed her face. As fingers drew nearer, however, the woman before him began to vanish as if being swallowed by a strange mist. Halo was out just of reach.

He stirred awake in the darkened, abandoned room. Laying in silence for a moment, Silas tried to collect his thoughts and remind himself that it was just a dream. All he was aware of for the moment was the stale scent of the room, and the quiet howl of the blowing wind outside. Collecting a pack of cigarettes and matches from one of the bags strewn along the floor, the Russo man rose from the room he had temporarily claimed as his own and meandered over towards the door.

Upon stepping outside, Silas lit up a cigarette, taking a deep drag, and leaned against the building’s outside wall. The harbor seemed rather quiet at this hour, but he did doubt that he was alone in this city.

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