If music be the fruit of love, play on.
Nov 7, 2014 23:38:52 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 23:38:52 GMT -6
A cold wind blew through the landscape of Titan's Island. This year, the cold crept up on the world much sooner than expected. A lone figure approached the Tower under the blanket of night. The sight of the T-shaped structure brought back a flood of memories. Memories associated with happiness, and pain. This was where he first met her. Where they fell in love. The breeze moved through his thin beard, and he almost felt her touch. Could almost hear her voice in the distance.
He shouldn't have come.
But, it was the night before Thanksgiving. And his friends insisted on his coming. Professor Leonid Kovar, a scholar in the fields of astrophysics and theoretical physics. First praised as Russia's first superhero. Now, being praised as one of Russia's top minds. He wore a black jacket with a red silk shirt underneath. His slacks were black, and wrinkle free. He wore black shoes with black socks underneath. Over his shoulder, he held a bag that had multiple changes of clothes. In one hand, he held another bag full of various food and spirits for the cuisine tomorrow, and catching up tonight.
His free hand brought up a tobacco pipe up to his lips. A finger went inside of it, fire dancing off the tip as he lit the tobacco. Taking a few puffs, he inhaled the smoke deep within his lungs. It helped calm him down, the mist in his green eyes starting to fade. Smoke rolling out of his nostrils, he brought the tip of the pipe to his sideburns to give them a bit of a scratch. His blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail.
He approached the door, he brought the pipe into his jacket pocket. Fingertips touched the steel of the door. It had been so long since he had been here. For a long time, this was home. And he enjoyed every minute of it. A quiet shudder rippled through his body. He wanted to turn back. To escape into the air and fly back to Russia. But, he had gone so far. What was another step?
With that, he gave the door a firm knock.
He shouldn't have come.
But, it was the night before Thanksgiving. And his friends insisted on his coming. Professor Leonid Kovar, a scholar in the fields of astrophysics and theoretical physics. First praised as Russia's first superhero. Now, being praised as one of Russia's top minds. He wore a black jacket with a red silk shirt underneath. His slacks were black, and wrinkle free. He wore black shoes with black socks underneath. Over his shoulder, he held a bag that had multiple changes of clothes. In one hand, he held another bag full of various food and spirits for the cuisine tomorrow, and catching up tonight.
His free hand brought up a tobacco pipe up to his lips. A finger went inside of it, fire dancing off the tip as he lit the tobacco. Taking a few puffs, he inhaled the smoke deep within his lungs. It helped calm him down, the mist in his green eyes starting to fade. Smoke rolling out of his nostrils, he brought the tip of the pipe to his sideburns to give them a bit of a scratch. His blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail.
He approached the door, he brought the pipe into his jacket pocket. Fingertips touched the steel of the door. It had been so long since he had been here. For a long time, this was home. And he enjoyed every minute of it. A quiet shudder rippled through his body. He wanted to turn back. To escape into the air and fly back to Russia. But, he had gone so far. What was another step?
With that, he gave the door a firm knock.