04-25-2014, 06:59 AM
Elias was not in the mood to talk, but was served a just penance for associating with others. Although, in this case, "others" originally included an attractive girl, but had since swelled into an unappreciated threesome.
Having been inside the bowels of the Guardian immediately before, his mind was tuned to creepy frequencies. Despite his manner of dress, which was more a gesture of internal reflections than an obsession with darkness, he was none pleased with the potential of morbidity conceptualizing into reality.
The noise, clinking and thrumming, from the depths of that black mouth turned his gaze as it did the other man's. Although Elias, in this case, had no need to check for the presence of a defense; the defense circled within his own mind.
He was not hesitant in his decision to submerge himself in the ocean of power within reach, but for now, the surface was calm and smooth as glass in noontime sun. It was with vision almost as bright as the sun itself, that he could discern the shape of an animal loping forward, expertly dodging the electrified tracks. It bound into sight of the others, and Elias was amused by the way his companion's worry, brief as it had been.
The animal bounded out of sight, swallowed by the opposite mouth of darkness, and Eli watched with a sense of curiosity as though he could see the animal for some time afterward.
"Perhaps it knows of a hole to hide in when a train comes. Which begs the next question, what else can crawl through the tunnels and yet survive? A decent question to ask if one ever finds themselves stranded."
He spoke more to himself than the others, but they had the privilege of overhearing his monologue.
To answer the man's question, since Eli was seemingly growing more accepting of conversation, he glanced back, "There are worse places in the world than Moscow."
He thought for a second, a sense of pallor briefly lightening his cheeks, "and there are better ones, too."
Far better, he thought, grimly.
Having been inside the bowels of the Guardian immediately before, his mind was tuned to creepy frequencies. Despite his manner of dress, which was more a gesture of internal reflections than an obsession with darkness, he was none pleased with the potential of morbidity conceptualizing into reality.
The noise, clinking and thrumming, from the depths of that black mouth turned his gaze as it did the other man's. Although Elias, in this case, had no need to check for the presence of a defense; the defense circled within his own mind.
He was not hesitant in his decision to submerge himself in the ocean of power within reach, but for now, the surface was calm and smooth as glass in noontime sun. It was with vision almost as bright as the sun itself, that he could discern the shape of an animal loping forward, expertly dodging the electrified tracks. It bound into sight of the others, and Elias was amused by the way his companion's worry, brief as it had been.
The animal bounded out of sight, swallowed by the opposite mouth of darkness, and Eli watched with a sense of curiosity as though he could see the animal for some time afterward.
"Perhaps it knows of a hole to hide in when a train comes. Which begs the next question, what else can crawl through the tunnels and yet survive? A decent question to ask if one ever finds themselves stranded."
He spoke more to himself than the others, but they had the privilege of overhearing his monologue.
To answer the man's question, since Eli was seemingly growing more accepting of conversation, he glanced back, "There are worse places in the world than Moscow."
He thought for a second, a sense of pallor briefly lightening his cheeks, "and there are better ones, too."
Far better, he thought, grimly.