Purple sails flapped in the light wind while the smaller ship rocked back and forth softly due to the shallow waves that drifted by. The normal noisy harbor had grown still as the night grew late, the moonlight shining down upon the dark waters. A gentle sigh was heard from beneath the deck, the source being a familiar Dressolini.
Leonzio laid in the bed staring at the plain ceiling, an albino husky puppy laying by his side asleep. Tons of thoughts flooded his mind, a mixture of both good and bad. He examined the small cracks and bumps that were in the wood as another sigh escaped him.
"Seems this is going to be another sleepless night for one of us." He muttered out in Dressalo.
The visions grew more rapid, flicking from past sparrings to tavern brawls to past love interests that had slipped through his finger. Soon enough the thoughts grew darker, flashes of the day he was cast out from the Vanettis and watching them not care the day he returned. He quickly found himself gritting his teeth and balling a hand into a fist.
Why did these visions occur so often? Why did he dwell on this? He managed to acquire himself a better life. He had a loving wife, a family that seemingly cared for him, no one was trying to hurt him. So why did these thoughts still flood his head?
Leonzio laid in the bed staring at the plain ceiling, an albino husky puppy laying by his side asleep. Tons of thoughts flooded his mind, a mixture of both good and bad. He examined the small cracks and bumps that were in the wood as another sigh escaped him.
"Seems this is going to be another sleepless night for one of us." He muttered out in Dressalo.
The visions grew more rapid, flicking from past sparrings to tavern brawls to past love interests that had slipped through his finger. Soon enough the thoughts grew darker, flashes of the day he was cast out from the Vanettis and watching them not care the day he returned. He quickly found himself gritting his teeth and balling a hand into a fist.
Why did these visions occur so often? Why did he dwell on this? He managed to acquire himself a better life. He had a loving wife, a family that seemingly cared for him, no one was trying to hurt him. So why did these thoughts still flood his head?
After hours of staring he finally managed to fall asleep, hopefully, Marianne wouldn't miss him too much.
