THIS QUIET DAY

[ronin_champloo 5951]

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SOME MUSIC TO LISTEN TO! I RECOMMEND IT!

 

 

THIS QUIET DAY

 

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View of the sea at night, 1873 - Ivan Aivazovsky

 

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ART REF!

https://www.wikiart.org/en/ivan-aivazovsky/view-of-the-sea-at-night-1873

 

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The rain trickled like dribbling thoughts, splashing onto the floor like specks of stardust. The droplets, akin to voices that tugged onto the man’s mind. The skies; all but a mural, a gentle wash of blue and orange stretched over his sight. Great burning eyes peered from above, starlight - brazen in their glory, flickering vigorously in the night. Amongst the ground laid a blanket of sea, reflecting the pondering back as great streaks of light ran across the surface, twinkling idly in peaceful motions.

 

The sounds, all but mutterings of a chorus as Vulen sat upon a aquamarine blanket. His armor softly clinked in his motions, the noise embraced by the whispers of the rustling leaves. The winds, skipping amongst twilight; a gentle dance amidst this moment of respite. Restless eyes saw the form well, an ardent energy instilled upon the helmetless knight. Upon his veins, an incredible courage and valour. Yet, it wasn’t of choice. A blessing, bestowed upon him. 

 

Inscriptions ran over his tanned skin, azure markings woven of pride. To show of his fealty, the promise weaved to his family and his kin; those who mattered to the novice knight. A luminous light bounced off the pigment, yet it didn’t distract him. The man’s gaze was carried over, torn over at the waves - the motions of freedom that nature danced, alluring him over.

 

Vulen’s hand grasped onto his hip, holding over at the scabbard that remained bound upon his side. The burning falchion, forged and wielded with impunity, parted from the string and soon laid against the tree. The bark met the shagreen grip well, the restless blade buzzing with an aura of intensity and unwavering intrepidity.

 

Seduced, he was. The temptation of the blade was well, glorious in the absence of macabre aura. It gave him purpose, a reason to prod onwards. His waking wanderlust quelled by the relic that he had created - he and his kin, those that he pledged fealty towards.

 

Cherish your family well; a thought spoke to him, the jestling voice quelled by uncertainty. The once-humorous tone, cradled by a sense of solitude.

 

He had felt it, perhaps Vulen always did. The sense for more, the exuberant wanderlust that he was a fool for. The man yearned for purpose, for a reason to exist. Other things called now, not just this material blade. His skills and craft were shown, mixed with the pigment of his kin.

 

“..Coming? I’ve some grapes!”

 

His thoughts vanished, torn away as the voice heralded a return from his thinking. He’d wander to the tree once more, no more did moonlight speak to him. The reflections of the sea speaking of the bright, and burning, sun as it’d peer towards the two. Gingerly, Vulen’s hand moved to grasp it once more - strapping it onto his waist. He’d turn his gaze over to the noise, a faint smile adorned. Slowly, did he wander onwards.

 

Perhaps, the man ought to live more in the moment, rather than dwell on the future. He could enjoy his time here, free of his worrying. Upon the blanket laid a pair of leaves, curled and weaved of metal; one blemished in gold, the other cradled in silver.

 

And so he left, rejoicing in this quiet day.

 

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OOC NOTE:

Just something that I wrote when I was bored. This is a major point in my character’s life, having forged something that’s taken several OOC weeks. I hope you enjoy it!