Prose Sample
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watarinaiVegas offers no comfort for those unwilling to play her game - Ginko's learning it the hard way. It's been a few days since he's been here and though the welcome package is helpful in clarifying some things - like the fact that Loki isn't a species of Mushi like he first suspected, the rest remains a mystery.
He's not very keen on doing what Loki wants him to do but he knows he's going to have to do it sooner or later, Ginko believes that practicality always wins out in the end. He shifts and lays on his side, watching the lights of Vegas and imagines he can hear her citizens having a good time downstairs. He knows it'll take him some time before he can go out and really integrate in this new society.
Think about the good things. Ginko tells himself and allows it without going to far.
This is the first time he isn't worried about causing people problems or attracting unwanted creatures. This is also the first time that he hasn't smoked for days and because of this his tongue isn't so numb anymore and he can taste things - really taste them (though the food he can afford for now isn't so delicious).
Without Mushi, life for him isn't so tiresome, but, Ginko can't help but feel that he's also lost his purpose. If he isn't doing what he's
supposed to do - then what should he be doing? Apart from what Loki wants, of course. He rolls in bed and faces the wall this time, the lights outside casting shadows against it. He sees his silhouette and imagines that his shoulder's a mountain - a dark mountain in winter and there's snow and smoke coming from distant houses. It is a desolate memory and he exhales as if trying to expel it, replace with something more realistic.
Ginko's lonely, but this is the first time he's allowed himself to ponder over it.
He's surprised to learn that loneliness expands to deeper avenues, far less pure than he imagined. That loneliness can also mean wanting physical contact with another person. Ginko is not sure why Adashino's face suddenly appears in his mind and why this imaginary Adashino's smile is making him restless.
It's not the first time that he's going to do what he's about to do - though, it is the first time that he's going to do it with a man in mind. "It'll be like practice. Sorry, Adashino." Ginko says under his breath, as his fingers move down his taut stomach pulling at the white shirt he's wearing, closing his eyes when he finally unbuttons his slacks and lowers his underwear.
When he's done, Ginko winces at the sticky feeling in his hand and on his stomach, he knows that he has a stupid smile on his face as well. This is crazy., he thinks, permitting himself to chuckle lightly, feeling more relaxed. The only downside is he's dying for a smoke and that's just not possible right now.
He's not very keen on doing what Loki wants him to do but he knows he's going to have to do it sooner or later, Ginko believes that practicality always wins out in the end. He shifts and lays on his side, watching the lights of Vegas and imagines he can hear her citizens having a good time downstairs. He knows it'll take him some time before he can go out and really integrate in this new society.
Think about the good things. Ginko tells himself and allows it without going to far.
This is the first time he isn't worried about causing people problems or attracting unwanted creatures. This is also the first time that he hasn't smoked for days and because of this his tongue isn't so numb anymore and he can taste things - really taste them (though the food he can afford for now isn't so delicious).
Without Mushi, life for him isn't so tiresome, but, Ginko can't help but feel that he's also lost his purpose. If he isn't doing what he's
supposed to do - then what should he be doing? Apart from what Loki wants, of course. He rolls in bed and faces the wall this time, the lights outside casting shadows against it. He sees his silhouette and imagines that his shoulder's a mountain - a dark mountain in winter and there's snow and smoke coming from distant houses. It is a desolate memory and he exhales as if trying to expel it, replace with something more realistic.
Ginko's lonely, but this is the first time he's allowed himself to ponder over it.
He's surprised to learn that loneliness expands to deeper avenues, far less pure than he imagined. That loneliness can also mean wanting physical contact with another person. Ginko is not sure why Adashino's face suddenly appears in his mind and why this imaginary Adashino's smile is making him restless.
It's not the first time that he's going to do what he's about to do - though, it is the first time that he's going to do it with a man in mind. "It'll be like practice. Sorry, Adashino." Ginko says under his breath, as his fingers move down his taut stomach pulling at the white shirt he's wearing, closing his eyes when he finally unbuttons his slacks and lowers his underwear.
When he's done, Ginko winces at the sticky feeling in his hand and on his stomach, he knows that he has a stupid smile on his face as well. This is crazy., he thinks, permitting himself to chuckle lightly, feeling more relaxed. The only downside is he's dying for a smoke and that's just not possible right now.
