10-11-2016, 07:47 PM
Dane sniffed at Soren's answer. Mark of honor? He turned to Soren, gaze leveling on the milky eye and flicking back and forth between it and the clear one."A man that disowns his own brother has no honor. Mark of honor is the spot that holds his corpse."
Disgusted by the tale, and lack of actual imagery, he waved Soren off. "The man you knew was a facade."
The victimized younger brother, Dane rubbed the stem of his wine glass, peering off into the faceless sea of bodies before them. The tops of their heads were drenched in light emanating from the show. Course, to his eyes, he saw more than the shadow of colors, he viewed threads and weaves. The sound of the music thumped painfully in his ear.
Then a face broke through. The girl returned to seek water, this time her skin shone in a sheen of sweat. Dane leaned on one elbow against the bar, scooting to let her in. His voice sweet as honey greeted her. The disdain of the previous conversation forgotten. "Work up a thirst with your man-friend? I am jealous of him. May I have the next dance?"
He smiled softly to put her at ease.
Disgusted by the tale, and lack of actual imagery, he waved Soren off. "The man you knew was a facade."
The victimized younger brother, Dane rubbed the stem of his wine glass, peering off into the faceless sea of bodies before them. The tops of their heads were drenched in light emanating from the show. Course, to his eyes, he saw more than the shadow of colors, he viewed threads and weaves. The sound of the music thumped painfully in his ear.
Then a face broke through. The girl returned to seek water, this time her skin shone in a sheen of sweat. Dane leaned on one elbow against the bar, scooting to let her in. His voice sweet as honey greeted her. The disdain of the previous conversation forgotten. "Work up a thirst with your man-friend? I am jealous of him. May I have the next dance?"
He smiled softly to put her at ease.