[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:10.8px;text-align:justify;width;360px;line-height:130%;][ooc] mandatory king falls am thread? mandatory king falls am thread. quote from the show is not entirely right, it bleeps things out so i missed a little bit, but it is what i heard and will have to do, but it is one of my favourite lines and fit how bliss feels,
Would it ever be easier, to allow sleep to fall away and to force himself to face each day though the knowledge he was truly alone was becoming too much to bare? There was the possibility, no matter how clouded it might be, left to the uncertainty of time, though when it might come was something that worried at him, a small thing but enough.
At times it proved impossible to permit his thoughts to touch on anything else, to escape the past which had left the past few years easy to handle, a home left amongst the gentle touch of ignorance for nothing changed within those hazy memories. The past few days had put an end to such optimistic thoughts, had given to it a harsh light. But a few days had been spent within the valley cradled moors and yet it was enough to show things were different – it was as if a hunter had taken to it with a knife, careless in their acts to gut it and leave behind but an empty husk, gristle and bone all that was left to mark what he lost. Time had done the same for him, though, had it not? There had been a time when he had been mild mannered, quiet though wrapped within a politeness none might dispute, given to easy smiles to which a child might not bare. Things change beneath the harsh touch of time, people lost amongst it included, blissful ignorance wrapped within the childish innocence of youth left behind in tatters.
Sharp and harsh, a bark more than anything – the laughter which raises from his jaws is not a kindly nor amused sound, wrapped in a bitter tone. Ignorance is indeed a blissful thing, though he finds nothing in it but wishful thinking that tore him apart, so why was it he was the one to be called as such? Once it had been amusing, to hold the title and laugh at the absurdity of such a falsehood, but now it felt idiotic, something to be left behind.
This week had been one of the harder, though any within the two year span in which he merely wandered, letting thought melt away and instinct to take hold, body moving upon its own accord for all the thought he gave his movements through the world, might be given such a title easily. It is a fickle thing, life, and he was unsure how long he might continue on. Given to a certain unpleasant tone he has no wish to allow in again Blissfulignorance is quick to push the thought aside, letting his attention instead focus on the object before him. It had been within one of the rather common nights in which sleep eluded him that he had found the old and somewhat battered radio, some dials and buttons torn from it, though it had been in working order.
With some difficulty the singular dial still left to it turned, clicking fainting and from the grimy speakers a burst of static rose. Unpleasant was the sound, grating upon his ears and Bliss drew back somewhat, prepared to simply turn the thing off, before voices rose from it. At first they were faint, profanities mixed in amongst jumbled sentences and loud tones to mask some of the more unfriendly words the annoyed person said. Beneath it the crackle of static still rose, slow to clear though the next words came through much clearer, the voice oddly softer now, not entirely light nor touched with emotion, but drawn, as if the speaker was exhausted.
“Son, I know what you’re going through, I mean aliens didn’t fucking whizz off with my dear sweet Edna, but life did, she’s gone and she’s not coming back, and I rightly don’t know if I’ll see her sweet face ever again but I hope that I do, and that is what keeps me going, that’s what keeps me moving every damn day.” The early morning was a time well suited to emotion it seemed. Wrapped within the darkness of those few hours just before the sun began its ascent Blissfulignorance sat within silence upon the old wooden step of the place he had taken for his own, gaze set upon the radio by his side. There was more to it, the voice continuing within the same vein of comfort and uplifting until it once again fell away into profanity, yet it was lost upon him.
“Heh… Why didn’t I think of that?”
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