11-24-2017, 09:39 PM
[align=center][div style="font-size: 8.25pt; text-align: justify; width: 480px; line-height:14px"]He would like to think there was a bountiful afterlife for those who died. It would not open its arms to Sami when his time came, but for self-pitying comfort, he tried to imagine those he lost relaxing in their own oases. His mind caught on one individual more often than the others, because his heart was selfish, and not even death could convince its grasp to loosen. He wanted him happy, at least in death as he was not in life. In his mind's eye he saw him lounging beside a stream, the sun folding over his figure like a blanket, and his gold eyes were shut in peace. The water gurgled, but he had never learned to swim, so Sami did not imagine him slipping into it. He had meant to teach him. It was another regret of his, among many like it, because of the things he had been to those he loved, the largest was a failure, and thus he was alone now. Sami had thought it would be easier without anyone to disappoint, but it seemed he was still somehow capable of doing it. Their disapproving faces monopolized his dreams.
His frown deepened by its own design, and not as a reaction to the stranger's vivid contempt. He would be a foolish man if he could not bear derision similar to that which he himself exuded. Sami had yet to find someone who could match him in his scorn as Nasim, and a stranger such as this bedraggled one did not influence him with his bite. The muscles above his left eye shifted, raising the ridge upward. It did not insult Sami any to mention this clan's dilapidation; this was not his home, nor was any place.
[color=maroon]"تأتي الرياح بما لا تشتهي السفن." No, he wasn't going to forget. It wasn't incriminating information, but he would keep it in mind for future interactions. It wasn't surprising that Sparrow made such an effort to be civil toward him, though the stranger would come to realize she wasn't a laudable ally. Drunkenly decorating and playing Christmas music in the tunnels would be obnoxious even for someone with a fondness for Christmas, he suspected. [color=maroon]"Do you have to set your alcoholism on display for everyone?" Morse would undoubtedly make a mistake by accepting her offer of sharing swill. It wasn't just the substance itself, but the fact she drank from it and extended the same container to a complete stranger. If they wanted to exchange whatever bacteria they had, they could at the very least do it someplace more private. Perhaps the roof of a particularly unstable building.
That wasn't fair, he told himself, mouth twitching. He was in an even greater foul mood than usual, which was the fault of neither feline. [color=maroon]"Sami. Feel free to relax, explore, cry in a corner - whatever it is you do to get comfortable." He turned his back to the pair and made his exit, before his patience frayed even more.
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His frown deepened by its own design, and not as a reaction to the stranger's vivid contempt. He would be a foolish man if he could not bear derision similar to that which he himself exuded. Sami had yet to find someone who could match him in his scorn as Nasim, and a stranger such as this bedraggled one did not influence him with his bite. The muscles above his left eye shifted, raising the ridge upward. It did not insult Sami any to mention this clan's dilapidation; this was not his home, nor was any place.
[color=maroon]"تأتي الرياح بما لا تشتهي السفن." No, he wasn't going to forget. It wasn't incriminating information, but he would keep it in mind for future interactions. It wasn't surprising that Sparrow made such an effort to be civil toward him, though the stranger would come to realize she wasn't a laudable ally. Drunkenly decorating and playing Christmas music in the tunnels would be obnoxious even for someone with a fondness for Christmas, he suspected. [color=maroon]"Do you have to set your alcoholism on display for everyone?" Morse would undoubtedly make a mistake by accepting her offer of sharing swill. It wasn't just the substance itself, but the fact she drank from it and extended the same container to a complete stranger. If they wanted to exchange whatever bacteria they had, they could at the very least do it someplace more private. Perhaps the roof of a particularly unstable building.
That wasn't fair, he told himself, mouth twitching. He was in an even greater foul mood than usual, which was the fault of neither feline. [color=maroon]"Sami. Feel free to relax, explore, cry in a corner - whatever it is you do to get comfortable." He turned his back to the pair and made his exit, before his patience frayed even more.
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[align=center][div style="font-family:georgia; font-size:8.4pt; letter-spacing:-.5px; color:black; width:400px; text-align:justify; line-height:13px"][size=12pt]loath·ing
/ˈlōT͟HiNG/
noun
lllll a feeling of intense dislike or disgust; hatred.
lllll"the thought filled him with loathing"
[color=transparent]lllllsynonyms: hatred, detestation, abhorrence,
lllllantipathy, dislike, hostility, malice, aversion
/ˈlōT͟HiNG/
noun
lllll a feeling of intense dislike or disgust; hatred.
lllll"the thought filled him with loathing"
[color=transparent]lllllsynonyms: hatred, detestation, abhorrence,
lllllantipathy, dislike, hostility, malice, aversion