Often times he felt himself revisiting the events of his past. Standing alone upon the crest of a hill he appeared almost studious, his eyes lost to the torrent of thoughts that tumbled within his mind. Freed from the shadows of his favored hiding places he found relief within the embrace of the sun's filtered light. Melting into nonexistence had been almost too easy - the significance of time poorly spent had drawn him too easily away. The company he'd kept before had bored him into oblivion, his interest murdered before it'd even had a chance to thrive. It was sad, really. She'd been good, in that moment - but he'd taken better.
Needless to say, he had no intention of changing his ways or emerging as a new man. Enlightened by the thoughts that had plagued him. He was damaged, imperfect and numb to the effects of his many I'll advised endeavors. And proudly so. Change would forever be reserved for those too afraid of admitting the existence of their baggage.
Smirking, his eyes trailed the length of the many patches of muddied earth that cut through the thin layer of ice and snow. Like veins they paved a path only to meet centrally in the middle of the icy plain. That was where he needed to be. In the middle.
@[Salacia]