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My eyes landed upon the scratched and tarnished metal that represented golden years long past. Under my fingertips, the armor felt just as cold as any other object made of metal. I felt the leather bindings with some degree of coping detrachment. Beneath the surface level sensation of reality, it felt colder, feeling the guilt and the shame and the yearning for what could have been. At the same time, it felt warmer. The opportunity for good times yet to happen.
They could never be what was, not as meaningful – or at least not the same meaning. That is something I’ve been coming to terms with for a long time now.
“I would hate to rush a professional,” fell sardonic words from the agent of what I could only describe as both my patron and client, “but this is an urgent delivery. You’re looking at that cuirass as if it were a corpse to be mourned. Get your game face on.”
I shook her ridicule from my head. This was not my era. “It might as well be a corpse that you’ve returned from the dead.”
I can never recover what I’ve lost. The future may never be brighter than my past again. But that is no excuse for the story to end. I must still find or create light whenever possible.
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Volcanins---
My eyes landed upon the scratched and tarnished metal that represented golden years long past. Under my fingertips, the armor felt just as cold as any other object made of metal. I felt the leather bindings with some degree of coping detrachment. Beneath the surface level sensation of reality, it felt colder, feeling the guilt and the shame and the yearning for what could have been. At the same time, it felt warmer. The opportunity for good times yet to happen.
They could never be what was, not as meaningful – or at least not the same meaning. That is something I’ve been coming to terms with for a long time now.
“I would hate to rush a professional,” fell sardonic words from the agent of what I could only describe as both my patron and client, “but this is an urgent delivery. You’re looking at that cuirass as if it were a corpse to be mourned. Get your game face on.”
I shook her ridicule from my head. This was not my era. “It might as well be a corpse that you’ve returned from the dead.”
I can never recover what I’ve lost. The future may never be brighter than my past again. But that is no excuse for the story to end. I must still find or create light whenever possible.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 1063 x 1166px
File Size 1.25 MB
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