South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

way down we go;


Posted on May 23, 2017 by kearn.
South
it's a shallow little world


Kearn is, in many ways, the opposite. He is human, nothing more - a terribly vulnerable thing to be in this city. And yet he lives as though that is nothing, and his master is greed, not goodness; for he knows that, through other men's greed, he might gain power he never would otherwise.

At any rate he stands defenseless next to this woman with the sword, barely on the cusp of twenty, a lean and often dirty boy who always looks hungry the way a coyote does. A rangy, watchful, calculating kind of starvation.

And gestures a hand at her explanation as though he's the one with years of experience and wisdom to imbue.

"Not unwise, I suppose. Though it may invite attention from the more...competitive types." His lips pressed together in a grim line. He supposed he should count himself lucky that she wasn't one of those - that whatever she might be, she was friendly.

Too bad Kearn wasn't in the mood for small talk. He never was, true, but after unintentionally leading himself to the place he might have lived, had his parents not decided they didn't want him...well, it was surprising she'd gotten any words out of him at all. Although silence was often a kinder response than his particular brand of sullen condescension.

She offers her name and he offers a tight-lipped smile as his only response. The boy's gaze flicks to the street as a bus rumbles near, but it's the wrong number; it coughs to a stop and tired-looking people depart, sparing no glances for the two strangers waiting at the stop. Within another thirty seconds they're alone again, the world quiet but for the slur of passing cars. Kearn leans his head back, resting it against the rear wall of the bus stop, arms still crossed over his chest.

He ought to stay quiet; isn't that what you're supposed to do, when you have nothing particularly nice to say? There's a low throbbing starting just behind his right temple, and his feet ache, and he's sure that by now Flora's gotten herself into something utterly harebrained...and yet he closes his eyes and opens his mouth.

"Emmy," he says, saying her name as though she's the one who's just nineteen, not him. "I thought your kind had more dignified ways around than the bus."





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