Warm Up - 10 | Company
#10 of Daily Warm Ups
I almost had an emotional breakpoint some days ago, disappointed in myself for being a bad writer. It happens. But from that I learned to always keep a chin up and keep writing, because I love doing it and it's what I want to do at the end as well.
Also these descriptions will become more personal than structured too, so, y'know, thanks for reading and all. I'll come out with Warm Up - 11 today, and 12 too, the latter being an inspiration from a friend.
Hah, I might end up writing Warm Up - 12 first before 11, heh. We'll see.
Warm Up - 10 | Company
There was a sun high up on the purple sky, yet below it was a black hole within its vortex. Two anthropomorphic animals sat between the two. Distant enough that it didn't burn them nor sucked them in, respectively.
They sat on a nice bench made of steel-textured wood, both of them with a cup of clear coffee in metal cups. One of them was Ricky, unsure, anxious, and looking for anywhere to unwind. The other? A stranger who frequented this place it seems.
It sounded like a tornado, yet felt like the opposite. Ricky felt uneasy nonetheless. Nothing to do with the long drop into the void below, no. Of course not. Fear gripped him in the same manner he held his victim's hearts. Clutched and left breathless.
The stranger with him? A black white-striped tiger in a trench coat? He was calm, enjoying a drink, and looking at the whitening horizon. There was nothing else in this place, nothing beyond to see past the transition of colors. One could have a long walk from the nearest city, or in the tiger's case, a long bike here.
Ricky took a sip of his colorless fluid, hot and sweet. Calmed the nerves, and he leaned back as he stretched his legs over the other. Tried to relax but the pressure was still there. His right paw shuddered, the stillness in his cup's content had been disturbed. Breathing sped up, and he curled himself sitting, and on the verge of spilling his insides out.
"Don't worry," the tiger spoke. There was worry but a cheery disposition to it. His voice was rough yet wisened, the kind you could trust even if you were alone.
Ricky was right now, trying to sit himself up but in doing so the lump on his throat felt closer to leaving his body. Those words touched him with a sense of calm but all that built-in doubt- a decade in the making, remained bulwark against it. He set the cup down beside him, opposite of the tiger, and looked at his trembling hands. Furred, with the worry of lightning shooting out, or his skin crackling apart. It could happen.
"You're afraid of failure, of the Inaudece, of yourself." The tiger knew. He turned his head slightly enough for their eyes to meet, Ricky's was shocked but he didn't care. All that the dox knew was that someone knew his position, and could provide much needed insight. The tiger's eyes glinted like a proverbial sage. "A Prospect, right?"
"Yes, sir, I am." Ricky sighed out some of the tension. Plenty more still lingered inside, giving him the shakes. He went for another quick sip of the coffee, hoping the scald could distract his body from it. It scorched his insides but didn't do anything beneficial for him. At that point he didn't even know why he did it at all. His tension rose higher, fivefold, and he got closer to that threshold where the story and its participants would distort around him.
The purple sky slowly turned magenta, blue after, but it would not bother anyone because he changed the history behind it too. Yet the tiger knew it was different, saying, "Prospects doing their thing, eh? Do you think this world, that of which you are to name, is a failure?"
"I don't want it to," Ricky replied, realizing what he did and wanting to correct it to what he intended.
"Did you want it to have a blue sky, or a purple one?"
"Purple, like I always intended."
The tiger chuckled, leaving the dox perturbed and on the edge of reverting it back to the revision. "Ricky, we both know you're not one for keeping intentions."
It left the dox distraught. It was the truth though, and that made him laugh. They both laughed, hanging an arm over each other's shoulder. The color of the skies changed to the sound of their laughter. Ricky laughed so hard that tears flowed down his eyes, enough for the tiger to stop and worried if he was crying.
Ricky wasn't. In fact he was relieved. He liked how the color changed to hues depending on their laughter, and he entrusted it to the tiger. "Thanks you, kind sir." He then left the tiger with such intrigue, chuckling to which the skies did change.