Just past that corner was the wide open boardwalk that lead out to the pristine sea. Gant had made his destination after chatting up with an old friend. His lungs filled in deeply with the crisp salty air, feeling the mist of the waves not far ahead of him ghosting at his cheeks.
Long before those jingling spurs confirmed his suspicions, Gant knew all too well he was being followed. The rose-colored lenses in front of his eyes weren't just for show, he ever so often upturned them to discreetly glance behind himself. There was that abhorrent smell as well. The scent of burnt rawhide, suede, and cheap whiskey. A filthy concoction that made his stomach churn.
Always when Gant was looking for a moment of peace at mind, that second-rate cowboy would shoehorn his way into his path. But time had passed. Things had changed. Their world and everything that they knew of it had changed.
He wasn't about to allow his noxious stench to ruin it.
As he heard that stern drawl he kept walking still, as if his words were just howls on the wind that played with his coat-ends. Expensive black loafers sunk into the wet sand, leaving a deep impression of his immense weight. Just because he was dead hardly meant he wasn't still a daunting presence. After a few more steps, he finally stopped a few yards away. He stared intently at the billowing gray skies and watched the waves roll in with thunderous crests.
The ocean's vast power and immaculacy was something he admired above all things. Its intensity inspired him like no other... and in a way he had instilled its mercilessness in himself. Like its roaring surf, he could erode away even at the mightiest of mountains. Like its vast depths, none would ever know what lied at the very heart of himself.
When he finally turned, his bright coat slid off his shoulders, revealing his black oxford as he slung the suit over his shoulder, where it flagged in the sea-mist like liquid flames. He stared at that undeserving cretin with a gaze that remained unreadable, but a smirk that marked all rebellion. Not an ounce of shame radiated off him.
"I'm just an old man rekindling his love for the sea. It seems the only one looking troubled... is you, boy."
The beach boardwalk ;)
Long before those jingling spurs confirmed his suspicions, Gant knew all too well he was being followed. The rose-colored lenses in front of his eyes weren't just for show, he ever so often upturned them to discreetly glance behind himself. There was that abhorrent smell as well. The scent of burnt rawhide, suede, and cheap whiskey. A filthy concoction that made his stomach churn.
Always when Gant was looking for a moment of peace at mind, that second-rate cowboy would shoehorn his way into his path. But time had passed. Things had changed. Their world and everything that they knew of it had changed.
He wasn't about to allow his noxious stench to ruin it.
As he heard that stern drawl he kept walking still, as if his words were just howls on the wind that played with his coat-ends. Expensive black loafers sunk into the wet sand, leaving a deep impression of his immense weight. Just because he was dead hardly meant he wasn't still a daunting presence. After a few more steps, he finally stopped a few yards away. He stared intently at the billowing gray skies and watched the waves roll in with thunderous crests.
The ocean's vast power and immaculacy was something he admired above all things. Its intensity inspired him like no other... and in a way he had instilled its mercilessness in himself. Like its roaring surf, he could erode away even at the mightiest of mountains. Like its vast depths, none would ever know what lied at the very heart of himself.
When he finally turned, his bright coat slid off his shoulders, revealing his black oxford as he slung the suit over his shoulder, where it flagged in the sea-mist like liquid flames. He stared at that undeserving cretin with a gaze that remained unreadable, but a smirk that marked all rebellion. Not an ounce of shame radiated off him.
"I'm just an old man rekindling his love for the sea. It seems the only one looking troubled... is you, boy."