OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[ Kid looks at Madchen from behind still-young eyes, dark and unreadable to most at times. He might be determined to prove himself a man, but there are still corners of his mind that have been and will forever be babied by a number of their group. Too many times has he been comforted by her to not have grown to think of her as some kind of foster maternal figure. That he can barely remember his own mother now, his biological mother-- his eyelashes flutter as he blinks away the thought and returns to the woman he can reach out and touch if he needs to.

But comfort isn't necessary at the moment, the rain pelting down against the ground a chorus of sound that feels satisfying against his ears, especially when he switches the containers over. The sound of water against plastic and glass sounds even better, a percussion section against the otherwise temporary silence of the wasteland. ]

'nd the Guilty? [ The ones who Mother Charlotte warns them against, the ones she's always warned them against. Kid spits on the ground, the look of pure disgust creeping over his features synonymous with any mention of them. ] Not them. They can't be washed clean by nothin'.