Post by Liam Jones on Jan 17, 2016 0:10:23 GMT 1
wish we could turn back time,
to the good old days
It had been such a long time since he remembered seeing Killian in the flesh. If anything, the closest it ever came to was him seeing him living his life. The last time he really saw his little brother was before he died, and dying in his little brother’s arms still gave him quite the fright whenever he closed his eyes. One thing, however, didn’t change at all for him. So yes, he had his own job to fulfill from mornings to evenings, however he highly disliked getting sleep. Sleep probably wasn’t even a technical thing in the Underworld, but either way, when he closed his eyes, he was still haunted of the things that had happened before he had been sent into this hell hole. Sometimes, he remembered the days of servitude, of tiny portions of foods thrown at them to eat, of being constantly demanded to work and work harder than any of the others given their young ages. Liam hated those memories. Unlike so many of the others in the Underworld, he wasn’t a villain, he was still quite into his good form.
When work was done (he was often let out at supremely late hours), he had cleaned himself up, gotten himself changed into other clothes, before he left the small apartment he ‘lived’ in, his feet guiding him in the familiar direction he had always gone toward. It was almost like a magnetic force attracted him, but it was clear that the spot he went to had it’s own sentimental value. You were always the sentimental type. The words rung in his ears as if it was Killian right next to him, saying those words as if he had just given him the sextant. Liam shook his head to himself, looking down at the ground as he walked right toward the direction of the local docks. Which...well, was a surprise that there was still water and all there, and not replaced for something else. But, he was fairly certain the water wasn’t actually water. It was probably disguised as water for a reason.
By the time he was standing by the docks, staring out at the water in the middle of the night, he let out a long, slow breath as he closed his eyes and zoned out to the sounds of the sea. If anything, for the last few centuries of living in the Underworld (time really ran differently down here), he only found comfort by the docks. Everything else had little value to him. His apartment was not a home. His job was technically not a career considering he didn’t want it but had little to no choices. And he was dead. So, yes, the circumstances of which he lived at the moment were not pleasant, but he had learned to just endure it and survive. It wasn’t so much as living, but there was no turning back anymore. He was stuck here for who knew how long, and whatever solution there was to that, he was unaware of.
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