Post by Marco Antoni Verdi on May 11, 2015 23:28:23 GMT
The man would have stood out like a sore thumb in his suit of white with the black shirt and violet tie, if it wasn't so early in the morning. The sun had only just risen, and was still low in the horizon. It shimmered on the ocean water of Georgetown beach, leaving rivers of reddish gold to trail from it. It looked like the sun was sucking the shimmering gold out of the ocean as it rose and formed itself into the yellow ball of fire that would light the rest of the day before it disappeared to the west.
Marco Antoni Verdi relished in the view before him. His violet right eye stared as it gazed into that increasingly blinding ball. The left amber eye teared continuously, and one would have thought it was due to the intense light stinging the eye. However, that was just part of it. It was not the just the light that brought the tears, though it would be understandable since it remained covered most of the time. It was the view of the white sand beach devoid of people. Of the navy blue ocean in all its splendor of waves crashing down onto the shore leaving a white foamy pond that, like a child, would rush back to its mother after venturing out onto the sand. Of the bright blue cloudless sky that hung above it, and of course, the sun as it rose slowly into the blue void.
Those things were timeless, and that is what Marco craved right now. There before him were the things that would always be beautiful, even to him. The eye-patch which normally hid his left amber eye lay on the wood planks at his feet, discarded, be it temporarily. Those things before him remained the same before his cursed eye, unlike most other things. Timeless. Among the few things he could gaze at that did not whither or age or spoil or otherwise die before him or turned to dust as they crumbled.
His cursed eye showed him the effects of time on all things at an accelerated rate. Plants and animals aged and decayed before him. Things not living rusted away or disintegrated into dust. It was enough to drive a man mad to see everything he gazed at being eroded, or otherwise destroyed. He'd been on the brink many times before he became used to the "gift" the gods had granted him. He would have committed suicide, if not for his promise and quest to seek out his twin.
He could not let himself die. Not by his own hand, or anyone else's. Only one person laid claim to his demise or salvation. He must live until judgement could be passed on him. Until he was allowed to live or die, and not a second before. That time was quickly approaching, it seems, and he wanted to gaze upon the ocean once more. He did not know if it would be his last time, and so he made sure to savor the time.
'Time',
he thought suddenly. It was a sore subject for him. What a fool he'd been to trust an unknown God with such a request.
A cold March breeze picked up and gently rustled his green hair. It was almost April, but the mornings were still very cold before the day warmed. Marco felt activity from under the hat on his head. He was grateful for that. It snapped him out of the train of thought that would have derailed his otherwise cool composure if it had continued. "Good morning, Bianca" He said in a sin-song voice that left a fog trail as his warm breath froze. Marco would normally glanced about to see if anyone was around, but he didn't care right now. He continued to gaze at the horizon. "It's okay, little lady. Come on out and enjoy the fresh air" he said to his hat. The hat lifted off his head and a white furry face with a pink nose peeked out from under it. A small white ferret with polished emerald green eyes twitched her nose at the salt air. She emerged, leaving the hat on his head in practiced perfection as she snaked her way around his head to sit on his shoulder.
Marco was a ladie's man, always. It did not matter if girl was two legged, or four and furry. "Go play, but stay close, little one." He said to his familiar. She wasted no time in climbing down his suit jacket and down his well tailored slacks to the wood planks of the boardwalk Marco was standing on. Marco never even glanced at her, even though she was also one of those timeless things what did not age before his eye. She was also his guardian angel, of sorts. The eyes in the back of his head, if nothing more. She'd saved him many times.
Marco shifted his weight on his feet and leaned forward onto his elbows. He rested them on the wood rail and breathed a sigh of crisp salt air. His thoughts strayed to his only surviving sibling.
"Do you even know this place exists, dear sister?" He asked out loud. His thoughts had shifted to the other thing that occupied his thoughts often, His sister Oriana. She'd been in america a lot longer than him, but was always stuck in that lab of hers. Always working. He'd been watching her for weeks, and she never really seemed to go anywhere except to the market and a few other places in town. He might have been more concerned, but she was not alone. There was the other girl... A kid, by the looks of her. "Michi" he thought out loud, remembering the name his sister had used to address her. The listening devices were not his idea, but a necessary evil, none the less. Marco made sure it was done only on her forages outside her lab. He would not allow anyone to place any inside. Not that they could anyway. Her lab was a virtual fort knox. He made it an order, none the less. They would try otherwise, and all he needed was for her to panic and move.
The Green haired man smiled at the thought. Yes, it was good that she was not all alone. He knew all too well what being alone was like. He stopped that train of thought cold before it could dampen his mood and let another make its way forward. Selfish thoughts of things he'd dreamed of years back.
"Maybe one day I shall bring you here" He said to the person in his thoughts. But this brought on other thoughts. Ones of another Verdi long deceased who he would never be able to do the same for. Marco's smile faded as he clucked his tongue in self loathing. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, remembering her smiling face. The last smile his other sister would give him before he tried to help her escape her prison. This memory he would not stop. It was his penance. He would suffer this atonement. He would not let himself ever forget how he'd failed her.
His eyes opened and he once again picked up his head to stared out into the vast blue horizon where the sky met the sea. He was totally distracted. Lost in thought. So much so that he never heard anyone approach. Not even Bianca's warning chirp of someone being near reached him.
Marco Antoni Verdi relished in the view before him. His violet right eye stared as it gazed into that increasingly blinding ball. The left amber eye teared continuously, and one would have thought it was due to the intense light stinging the eye. However, that was just part of it. It was not the just the light that brought the tears, though it would be understandable since it remained covered most of the time. It was the view of the white sand beach devoid of people. Of the navy blue ocean in all its splendor of waves crashing down onto the shore leaving a white foamy pond that, like a child, would rush back to its mother after venturing out onto the sand. Of the bright blue cloudless sky that hung above it, and of course, the sun as it rose slowly into the blue void.
Those things were timeless, and that is what Marco craved right now. There before him were the things that would always be beautiful, even to him. The eye-patch which normally hid his left amber eye lay on the wood planks at his feet, discarded, be it temporarily. Those things before him remained the same before his cursed eye, unlike most other things. Timeless. Among the few things he could gaze at that did not whither or age or spoil or otherwise die before him or turned to dust as they crumbled.
His cursed eye showed him the effects of time on all things at an accelerated rate. Plants and animals aged and decayed before him. Things not living rusted away or disintegrated into dust. It was enough to drive a man mad to see everything he gazed at being eroded, or otherwise destroyed. He'd been on the brink many times before he became used to the "gift" the gods had granted him. He would have committed suicide, if not for his promise and quest to seek out his twin.
He could not let himself die. Not by his own hand, or anyone else's. Only one person laid claim to his demise or salvation. He must live until judgement could be passed on him. Until he was allowed to live or die, and not a second before. That time was quickly approaching, it seems, and he wanted to gaze upon the ocean once more. He did not know if it would be his last time, and so he made sure to savor the time.
'Time',
he thought suddenly. It was a sore subject for him. What a fool he'd been to trust an unknown God with such a request.
A cold March breeze picked up and gently rustled his green hair. It was almost April, but the mornings were still very cold before the day warmed. Marco felt activity from under the hat on his head. He was grateful for that. It snapped him out of the train of thought that would have derailed his otherwise cool composure if it had continued. "Good morning, Bianca" He said in a sin-song voice that left a fog trail as his warm breath froze. Marco would normally glanced about to see if anyone was around, but he didn't care right now. He continued to gaze at the horizon. "It's okay, little lady. Come on out and enjoy the fresh air" he said to his hat. The hat lifted off his head and a white furry face with a pink nose peeked out from under it. A small white ferret with polished emerald green eyes twitched her nose at the salt air. She emerged, leaving the hat on his head in practiced perfection as she snaked her way around his head to sit on his shoulder.
Marco was a ladie's man, always. It did not matter if girl was two legged, or four and furry. "Go play, but stay close, little one." He said to his familiar. She wasted no time in climbing down his suit jacket and down his well tailored slacks to the wood planks of the boardwalk Marco was standing on. Marco never even glanced at her, even though she was also one of those timeless things what did not age before his eye. She was also his guardian angel, of sorts. The eyes in the back of his head, if nothing more. She'd saved him many times.
Marco shifted his weight on his feet and leaned forward onto his elbows. He rested them on the wood rail and breathed a sigh of crisp salt air. His thoughts strayed to his only surviving sibling.
"Do you even know this place exists, dear sister?" He asked out loud. His thoughts had shifted to the other thing that occupied his thoughts often, His sister Oriana. She'd been in america a lot longer than him, but was always stuck in that lab of hers. Always working. He'd been watching her for weeks, and she never really seemed to go anywhere except to the market and a few other places in town. He might have been more concerned, but she was not alone. There was the other girl... A kid, by the looks of her. "Michi" he thought out loud, remembering the name his sister had used to address her. The listening devices were not his idea, but a necessary evil, none the less. Marco made sure it was done only on her forages outside her lab. He would not allow anyone to place any inside. Not that they could anyway. Her lab was a virtual fort knox. He made it an order, none the less. They would try otherwise, and all he needed was for her to panic and move.
The Green haired man smiled at the thought. Yes, it was good that she was not all alone. He knew all too well what being alone was like. He stopped that train of thought cold before it could dampen his mood and let another make its way forward. Selfish thoughts of things he'd dreamed of years back.
"Maybe one day I shall bring you here" He said to the person in his thoughts. But this brought on other thoughts. Ones of another Verdi long deceased who he would never be able to do the same for. Marco's smile faded as he clucked his tongue in self loathing. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, remembering her smiling face. The last smile his other sister would give him before he tried to help her escape her prison. This memory he would not stop. It was his penance. He would suffer this atonement. He would not let himself ever forget how he'd failed her.
His eyes opened and he once again picked up his head to stared out into the vast blue horizon where the sky met the sea. He was totally distracted. Lost in thought. So much so that he never heard anyone approach. Not even Bianca's warning chirp of someone being near reached him.
