maraud : storage

emerges white the newly created boy

Time, it skipped along to the beat of life's steady drumbeat and doesn't break a sweat while eludes the youth who tried to keep pace. Dainty hands outstretched to capture what couldn't be reclaimed in effort to make some sense of a fresh chapter life decided to hastily scribble. Home now in amber sands that drink the sun's unforgiving rays, arid lands choked by blistering heat to leave any throat parched and in need of refreshing water before heatstroke took hold of overhead body. Not first choice and if opportunity had present itself with preferable terrains of lush forests that contained old trees that towered above all to provide decent shade, it would had been picked instead. A contained preference but not to be mistaken for being ungrateful to reside in a new home when parents held no interest in created offspring, left alone in the cruel world's bloodstained grasp ready to coat pure skin in its sins, but doesn't permeate innocent flesh when a savior rose up. Extended benign hand towards a wandering soul who happened to be he and fastens delicate fingertips oh so carefully, fear — the nasty beast to scuttle around in deep depths of a confused mind — that caused slight tremble in touch but trusting nevertheless. Uncertainty coil beneath passive surface of lost boy who set inquisitive eyes upon the woman to call herself Ver Million.

Orphan now housed in fine grains of sand and shown a different perspective where various personalities live in a collective residence within a thriving ecosystem underground. Civilization a foreign concept which differed from days spent in secluded meadows bathed in vibrant flowers to wave their silent greetings and arching trees that come together in order to provide protection from the blazing star's heat. There was no subtlety in favoritism so blatant on the specific location to hold high praise in Stiles' view: the fauna and flora rich subterranean location crafted by an ancient meteor years ago, of which gained his unwavering gratitude. Had he not been dark as night's star filled sky, absorbed sunshine liked a black hole, no qualms would bubble to the surface but such was not the case. Only when dawn's gleaming eyes of pretty pastels and dusk's drowsy yawn of pleasant oranges and reds did delight arrive to quietly witness the short shows of the day's coolest hours.

Recent hours were spent in the confine of old clay and creaky wood, attention dragged in each and every direction to memorize the finest details of the tiny house claimed by him. Barren, save for sticky cobwebs and stuffy air, leads to a quick action to push wooden door whose metal hinges groaned in displeasure as it opened up, exposing the lackluster hut for all to lay prying eyes on. Hesitation caused doubt to settle in pit of stomach and anxiety to swell in chest cavity before self motivation was swallowed down and emerged from private solace, ready to mingling among warm bodies he'd have to grow accustomed to, and sucks in a sharp breath to glide between slightly parted teeth. Gentle coax in mind does he go from stagnant stand to kinetic motion, light steps far too cautious and careful in journey towards unfamiliar faces that needed to be retained, and wavered from the set mission.

Veered off from original intentions does it catapult Stiles towards the luxuriant orchard, cluttering thoughts to untangle as they eased into a lull of security, adoration for the multitude of plant life. Captivated by the beauty captured gracefully and resonated a faint rumble in delicate ribcage. Socialization may not be a strong suit of the youth but surrounded by nature's finely created artistry of flora brought an unspoken security.