Bariyan had been letting the boy roam free for the past few days, not wanting to impose upon his newfound freedom, not wanting to isolate him from all the chances that were now his... and so Bariyan had suppressed his own gnawing worries and kept them to himself. But now-- now the call came, without knowing intention and without urgency but strong all the same, slow, its demand building up and piling until the whole thing rolled over and burst through the dam.
Now, the flood.
He was on the highest floor of a gutted building, one wall torn out completely, leaving him free to sit at the edge with his legs dangling into the air. He'd dragged up a crate of beer with him. The crate was half-empty, now, and he had taken to throwing the bottles out into the open air to watch them crash down in the debris below.
He slumped against the column to his left; hair falling across his eyes, head bowed, hunched and bleak. He'd been angry, at first. He'd been angry ever since they'd returned to the city. But that anger was gone from him, now, and it had left precious little behind.
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The call.
Bariyan had been letting the boy roam free for the past few days, not wanting to impose upon his newfound freedom, not wanting to isolate him from all the chances that were now his... and so Bariyan had suppressed his own gnawing worries and kept them to himself. But now-- now the call came, without knowing intention and without urgency but strong all the same, slow, its demand building up and piling until the whole thing rolled over and burst through the dam.
Now, the flood.
He was on the highest floor of a gutted building, one wall torn out completely, leaving him free to sit at the edge with his legs dangling into the air. He'd dragged up a crate of beer with him. The crate was half-empty, now, and he had taken to throwing the bottles out into the open air to watch them crash down in the debris below.
He slumped against the column to his left; hair falling across his eyes, head bowed, hunched and bleak. He'd been angry, at first. He'd been angry ever since they'd returned to the city. But that anger was gone from him, now, and it had left precious little behind.
--Martin.