Voodoo - Grim Oop North
Aug. 21st, 2014 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_skyThere are worse places in the world than this.
Yes, the room he's in is falling to pieces. Sure, the sky looks like a sullen gradeschooler tipped over the cup she'd been washing her paintbrushes in. Yes, the air smells oddly sharp when the breeze trickles across the leaden river.
But overhead there's a couple of black blots moving and for all that they're probably large birds, they're not circling. And while the road between the building and the river is not so much a road as a mildly contiguous group of asphalt chunks blasted pale by time, it's not stained with the dull rust brown of old blood or punctuated by bullet holes, so there's that. Hell, even the brownish things scurrying in the dry grass and rubble outside at least have the decency to be smaller than a man's fist. That counts for something, right?
... right?
Yes, the room he's in is falling to pieces. Sure, the sky looks like a sullen gradeschooler tipped over the cup she'd been washing her paintbrushes in. Yes, the air smells oddly sharp when the breeze trickles across the leaden river.
But overhead there's a couple of black blots moving and for all that they're probably large birds, they're not circling. And while the road between the building and the river is not so much a road as a mildly contiguous group of asphalt chunks blasted pale by time, it's not stained with the dull rust brown of old blood or punctuated by bullet holes, so there's that. Hell, even the brownish things scurrying in the dry grass and rubble outside at least have the decency to be smaller than a man's fist. That counts for something, right?
... right?