Post by Tsubasa on Jun 29, 2010 16:08:37 GMT -5
A small smog of gray smoke blew out, and anyone who would stumble here would wonder why the man could do such sacrilegious activities in a holy place. It was eerie, but it was day, so the creepy factor was dimmed down a bit. Damion inhaled another whiff as he took a drag, this time blowing out through his nostrils. Why was he smoking in the cemetery? Well, the Jew liked this place, it was quite and out of the way. Also, he didn't feel the whole 'sacrilegious' part as he wasn't Christian or Catholic or whatever Gentile religions these people had.
Chuckling, he leaned against a forgotten grave with only the name written on it. He always felt that the graves with only the name were kind of lonely to the person who had died. No mention on what kind of a person they were, if they had family, how long they had lived, it was something that Damion wished wouldn't happened to him.
Finished with the fag in his hand, he threw the butt down on the ground and stomped it out. He placed both hands on the back of the grave, lifting his head to look up at the big blue sky that surrounded him. It was so vast, so strange, and as the boy lifted his right hand up he wondered if one day he could grasp it. Slowly, he retracted it with a snicker, feeling foolish. Fumbling through his pocket, he pulled out the box of fags and matches. Taking a new cig out with two fingers, he placed the box back and then moved to the matches. Damion took a match and scraped it against the grave, lighting it, then quickly lit the fag as well.
He brought the disastrous thing to his lips, inhaling, and then pulled it away as he let out the smoke in circles. Ah, life sure was good.
Not a lot of things were on his mind lately, now that he came to think about it. Nothing really... happened, ever, at all. Sure, there was a bit of gossip here and there, a party or two, but nothing really exciting. Nothing to grab hold of him and shake him wild, to sprinkle kerosene on him and light him up. Damion craved that kind of experience, despite his clashing sloth-like nature. But then again, the boy was a contradiction all wrapped up in one.
Life nowadays, to put it simply, was boring, and the brunet would be more than happy at the moment to throw away his laziness for a taste of sweet adrenaline.
Chuckling, he leaned against a forgotten grave with only the name written on it. He always felt that the graves with only the name were kind of lonely to the person who had died. No mention on what kind of a person they were, if they had family, how long they had lived, it was something that Damion wished wouldn't happened to him.
Finished with the fag in his hand, he threw the butt down on the ground and stomped it out. He placed both hands on the back of the grave, lifting his head to look up at the big blue sky that surrounded him. It was so vast, so strange, and as the boy lifted his right hand up he wondered if one day he could grasp it. Slowly, he retracted it with a snicker, feeling foolish. Fumbling through his pocket, he pulled out the box of fags and matches. Taking a new cig out with two fingers, he placed the box back and then moved to the matches. Damion took a match and scraped it against the grave, lighting it, then quickly lit the fag as well.
He brought the disastrous thing to his lips, inhaling, and then pulled it away as he let out the smoke in circles. Ah, life sure was good.
Not a lot of things were on his mind lately, now that he came to think about it. Nothing really... happened, ever, at all. Sure, there was a bit of gossip here and there, a party or two, but nothing really exciting. Nothing to grab hold of him and shake him wild, to sprinkle kerosene on him and light him up. Damion craved that kind of experience, despite his clashing sloth-like nature. But then again, the boy was a contradiction all wrapped up in one.
Life nowadays, to put it simply, was boring, and the brunet would be more than happy at the moment to throw away his laziness for a taste of sweet adrenaline.