Mmmm. [There’s a faint note of disdain as Koby sets down one shade of blue, grabs for a lighter one, starting to add little highlights to the waves along Louis’s arm, little snowcapped peaks to each one, seafoam catching the sun. He’s learned more than enough about the church, in his opinion, and while he’ll attend chapel out of affection for Tim, the stories ring hollow, fall flat.
Still – the thoughts come, the bright, loud, festive streets of a place Koby has never, will never see, and the cynicism can’t stand against those memories. He pauses, brush in midair, eyes wide and wondering at the image of so much color, so much noise and light and music.]
Oh. That’s – oh. [He casts about, trying to relate, trying to find something else that even comes close to the life Louis has lived – but there’s nothing, nothing that compares. Even Saltburnt’s glittering, decadent soirees fall flat when compared to those images.]
It’s beautiful, you’re right. [A soft laugh, still amazed and, for a brief moment, trying to imagine himself there too. The thought is immediately dismissed, too bold, too presumptuous, trying to fit into a life that Louis himself can’t live anymore. Mardi Gras glitters at night, but the warmest, fondest memories are sunlit, he notices. It’s a festival for humans, for the years Before. Koby’s perceptive enough to notice that much.]
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Still – the thoughts come, the bright, loud, festive streets of a place Koby has never, will never see, and the cynicism can’t stand against those memories. He pauses, brush in midair, eyes wide and wondering at the image of so much color, so much noise and light and music.]
Oh. That’s – oh. [He casts about, trying to relate, trying to find something else that even comes close to the life Louis has lived – but there’s nothing, nothing that compares. Even Saltburnt’s glittering, decadent soirees fall flat when compared to those images.]
It’s beautiful, you’re right. [A soft laugh, still amazed and, for a brief moment, trying to imagine himself there too. The thought is immediately dismissed, too bold, too presumptuous, trying to fit into a life that Louis himself can’t live anymore. Mardi Gras glitters at night, but the warmest, fondest memories are sunlit, he notices. It’s a festival for humans, for the years Before. Koby’s perceptive enough to notice that much.]