[Tenebrae16] Love again. [Horatio]
Chasing. Running through some ill forgotten place, running after some blurry figure, only to realize he was the one being chased. In some weird unending chase, like a merry go round. A dizzying delightful frightening merry-go-round. Everything rushing by him, too fast for him to make any sense of all it. He didnt know what to feel at the time, overcome with adrenaline. Then always he would feel arms wrap around him as he was caught and pulled away off his feet. Then his eyes would snap open as the dream ended and he would wake up surrounded by the walls of the small windowless bedroom he slept in. His heart pounding like crazy and his hands shaking.
It wasn't a bad feeling though. Not the type you would get when you are jolted awake from a horrendous nightmare, but more like the feeling of estacy intensified to the point that it overtook one's body and left one breathless and almost fearful of the feeling. He breathed in shakily, hugging the thin cloth sheet close to his trembling body. The sun hadn't risen yet, but he would still needed to get ready for his duties soon.
His great grandmother had been a talented tailor for noblemen, women and even supposedly rumored, the king. At least that was what his mother had told him when he was young. Most men were expected to follow their father's footsteps and become hardened by work and labor, but Damion had always prefered the soft patterns of cloth surrounding him and the swaying movements of a needle. True, he only weaved cloth for the peasants of his village and it was an uncommon job for a young man in such times, but he enjoyed it so more than the boys working as blacksmiths or butchers.
His mother had passed away early in his life and his father was not spoken off, so he was left to tend her little shop all by himself. At least, despite the few friends he had made, he had gotten along well with a girl, no older than him, that had come to his shop to fix her dress. Most women had learned how to sew on their own, but for the more expensive cloths they had to come to him. Her name was Elle and what a delightful person she was. They had talked to each other and really found that they had a lot of things in common. Though, he thought of her as nothing more than a good friend, thoughts of his mother wishing that he would find a nice girl to settle down with did enter his mind from time to time. Each time, he brushed it off.
"Elle! How wonderful to see you!" He greeted brightly, seeing her afar with her bright sunshine hair. His emerald green eyes gazed at her as he brushed a lock of brown hair off of him and dusted the dirt away from his own simple attire. He put down the scissors he had been using to cut up sone fabric to wave at his friend, but who was that man trailing behind her?
"Damion! Oh, I have a dress I need help with, the seam has ripped. O-oh and my brother has cone along with me! He wishes to meet the man who has helped me so much with all my ripped garments. You do know how clumsy I am.." Elle whispered softly as she stood by him. The sun glared brightly, the light making it hard to see the man that Elle claimed to be her brother. There was a small chance it wa someone he had not met before though the village they lived in was rather small and almost everyone knew each othwr and news always spread like wild fire the moment it was uttered.