Post by DIETRICH BRAACH on Mar 12, 2011 13:23:34 GMT -5
CHASING SUNLIGHT ON MOONLESS NIGHTS
disappear round the corner and let us take flight
Commiserating in each other’s misery was addictive, as Dietrich found out – several jugs later – just outside a roadside stall serving beverages of many kinds, including alcohols and if you were lucky, strong spirits. He had been pouring out his life story, or rather, the history of failed relationships in his life to a grizzly man in his forties who had his own fair share of problems. His wife had left him to become a devout Aureolite in the Holy City, claiming that only Aureole could understand her heart. “Ha!” Dietrich laughed, swinging one arm to point towards the Heavens, “She doesn’t understand a damn thing! The only person who can understand one’s heart is yourself!” Agitated, he slammed his palm onto his thigh, only to wince when he felt something tear inside. Oh fiddlycakes. He was certain that he had just opened up his wounds, again.
He had been waiting for Theo for their sort-of-bi-monthly meet up, an awkward tradition forced onto him when the two of them were still teenagers who loved pretending to be grown-ups. This time, Dietrich had a special request for his childhood friend. It had been three days since his wounds had been treated by Matt, but while gallivanting through bars in the Rat’s Nest, Dietrich had neglected proper care of his injuries. Certain strenuous activities with a blond pirate also contributed to the eventual infection, which Dietrich only noticed after arriving at Lawless in his Nomad. Hastily wrapping his arm with a spare cloth and rolling down his sleeves to hide the ugly pus, Dietrich easily forgot all about his wounds when he started drinking again.
“I tell you,” he addressed the older stranger with blurry eyes, “If you wanna get your wife back, all ya gotta do is to find somebody prettier, spread some rumours…and she’ll be back to discipline ya!” To emphasise his point, Dietrich made a whipping motion with two hands, loose sleeves slipping back and forth as he laughed. Wait… hands? His eyes widened in alarm as the jug he had been holding smashed onto the ground with a loud crash. Oh well. “Ah… I’ll pay for it…” he waved nonchalantly, grinning and shrugging off the stares from others.
“Theooooo where are you??” Suddenly remembering that he was supposed to be meeting Theo, Dietrich craned his neck, swaying left and right on the bench as he tried to spot his Teddy Bear. Thankfully, or unfortunately, Dietrich was much too dizzy to realise that he would be subjected to Theo’s overprotective mode when the illegal doctor noticed that his friend was drunk and walking about with an infected arm wound.
Or he could always wind up walking straight into a stranger's life and making a mess of things. Dietrich huffed, annoyed that his friend was oddly late for their meeting. “And he says that I'm the vain one. Hmph!” The thought of the large man primping himself was enough to have the pirate slamming his hand - thankfully it was the uninjured one - onto the table as his shoulders shook in silent laughter.
He was definitely not portraying the sanest moment of his remarkably beautiful - in his words - life.
[/center]He had been waiting for Theo for their sort-of-bi-monthly meet up, an awkward tradition forced onto him when the two of them were still teenagers who loved pretending to be grown-ups. This time, Dietrich had a special request for his childhood friend. It had been three days since his wounds had been treated by Matt, but while gallivanting through bars in the Rat’s Nest, Dietrich had neglected proper care of his injuries. Certain strenuous activities with a blond pirate also contributed to the eventual infection, which Dietrich only noticed after arriving at Lawless in his Nomad. Hastily wrapping his arm with a spare cloth and rolling down his sleeves to hide the ugly pus, Dietrich easily forgot all about his wounds when he started drinking again.
“I tell you,” he addressed the older stranger with blurry eyes, “If you wanna get your wife back, all ya gotta do is to find somebody prettier, spread some rumours…and she’ll be back to discipline ya!” To emphasise his point, Dietrich made a whipping motion with two hands, loose sleeves slipping back and forth as he laughed. Wait… hands? His eyes widened in alarm as the jug he had been holding smashed onto the ground with a loud crash. Oh well. “Ah… I’ll pay for it…” he waved nonchalantly, grinning and shrugging off the stares from others.
“Theooooo where are you??” Suddenly remembering that he was supposed to be meeting Theo, Dietrich craned his neck, swaying left and right on the bench as he tried to spot his Teddy Bear. Thankfully, or unfortunately, Dietrich was much too dizzy to realise that he would be subjected to Theo’s overprotective mode when the illegal doctor noticed that his friend was drunk and walking about with an infected arm wound.
Or he could always wind up walking straight into a stranger's life and making a mess of things. Dietrich huffed, annoyed that his friend was oddly late for their meeting. “And he says that I'm the vain one. Hmph!” The thought of the large man primping himself was enough to have the pirate slamming his hand - thankfully it was the uninjured one - onto the table as his shoulders shook in silent laughter.
He was definitely not portraying the sanest moment of his remarkably beautiful - in his words - life.
TAG;;Theodore Connover [sparrow]OPEN TO ANYBODY
COMMENTS;; ... I have no idea what I was thinking when I put the title xD Anyway, since Theo no longer exists... ANYBODY CAN JUST JOIN THIS THREAD >D Just... imagine that Dietrich is talking to himself. We'll see how things go from there!
