They arrive in a small town as the sun rises to its peak in the summer sky, heat beating on their backs and sweat forming on their brows. Nero had long ditched his suit jacket to the back of the cart but Avilio had insistently kept to wearing his long coat, leading Nero to believe that the man had wanted a place to hide his weapons. Of all the people Nero has known in his life, Avilio was definitely one of the more cautionary men he had become acquainted to. “I’m going to go buy food. Don’t get drunk.” Avilio’s voice is low and soft, barely audible over the strutting of the cart horse and Nero has to lean back to catch the words. He watches the other dismount the horse with an easy grace, being suddenly reminded of his younger brother. Growing up in the lap of luxury, Nero had never found …show more content…
Nero is sure that in another life, Frate and Avilio would have been good friends. “Aren’t you gonna help me with my wounds?” Avilio glances back at him. “Any broken bones or internal bleeding?” “Uh I don’t think so?” “Then no.” Nero groans and rolls onto his side, feeling the pain throb from the places he was hit. Something hits his leg and he looks down. A roll of bandages. “In exchange, you can tell me why you got in a fight.” Avilio says without looking back, and Nero sits up to begin wrapping up his swollen hand. “Made a move on another man’s pretty girl while I was drinking. He got mad.” Avilio scoffs and mutters something under his breath that Nero doesn’t catch but he guesses it wasn’t anything nice. Just as they hit the outskirts of town, Nero suddenly remembers what was on his mind earlier. “You didn’t buy any pineapple did you?” He says, eyeing the paper bag in the corner that looks suspiciously full of cans. Avilio, from his spot on the horse,
For killing their sister. Michael’s eyes are sad, “It’s not your fault,” he says. Abner presses his palm against the scar on his
The salesman raised his balding head. “Well,” he said, “you know.” “I…don’t.” Hazel blinked. He turned slightly towards Ginny.
“She said you started crying.” Heat flamed Tom’s cheeks, and he shuffled uncomfortably. “That’s bullshit,” he mumbled, his eyes refusing to meet his friend’s inquisitive stare. “She’s a fucking liar.”
The wound completely seals with charred skin and flesh, effectively stopping the river of blood from releasing. “E-e-e-eric…” Mykel moans, looking to me. “Oh dear.” The man feigns a gasp. I swallow and Mykel chokes on his breath.
However, despite this warm welcome, Nathan becomes horrified by the nakedness and sins the villagers exhibit. This scene provokes him to proclaim that the “[n]akedness and darkness of the[ir]
Alan feels restricted by his parents and society and only feels truly himself when both him and the horse ride at
“I won’t let you coax me into wasting my time with the likes of you, since I won’t be the one getting hurt.” Turning aside, he made ample room for him to pass, but there was just something about this young man’s attitude that aggravated him beyond reason, and although, he knew he should let it end here, he couldn’t. “You do realize, you will only bring embarrassment to the house of Gashard, furthermore, your friends won’t be there, this time, to help you, nor will your family’s armor and weapons be of any value, forcing you to rely on what little skill you possess, and, Gisholt, we both know that you, even on your best day, can’t defeat me and never will.”
The door to Lucania’s opportunity had been opened. The opportunity came one evening when Lucania was eighteen. Coming home from work at Goodman’s, tired and dirty, he saw Scanlon’s car parked in front of his house. He ran up the four flights to his flat, grabbed a dishrag from the kitchen, raced back down and started briskly polishing the pusher’s car. A few minutes later, Scanlon appeared, watched until the job was done, and then tossed Salvatore Lucania a quarter.
Socrates: How good to see you Alekto, I have been looking forward to this discussion. Alekto: I too have been looking forward to this, it seems difficult for me to wrap my head around this concept. Socrates: Hopefully I will give you some good insight and be able to open your mind up.
“I need to see the extent of their injuries I’ll be taking them to the med lab” “Are they going to be okay?” Rodimus asked anxiously. Ratchet stopped but did not turn around. “I’m not sure the injuries that you caused… I’ll have to ask First Aid and Velocity to assist me”. “I didn’t mean to do this
They allow Günter Weber, a German Lieutenant, to join their La Scala group even though their first meeting is unbearably awkward. The conversation would have gone down the wrong path if it wasn’t for Corelli who breaks the difficult silence by handing Weber a bottle of red wine and saying, “ 'drink and be happy '” (de Bernières 244). Even though the both of them are on guard and wary of each other’s moves, Corelli still makes an attempt to ensure they do not end up in a brawl as there are other Italians around that would have become physically defensive if one wrong move is made. It turns out to be a smart move, fortunately, for the Captain to offer him a globally welcomed drink of alcohol to prevent the tension from building because Weber thoroughly enjoys his night without any unwanted commotion. By doing this, Antonio also shows agency as he does not want any troubles to arise so that he can have a good night with his companions and a new possible friend.
Desdemona: Oh right, I recall telling Cassio we would have breakfast with him.
“That depends.” Then as Gio was going to mention the death of Vince and question why Donatello would kill him. The waiter then came and interrupted their conversation with “Pardon for the interruption but what would you gentlemen like to drink?” Donatello ordered Vodka and Gio had ordered a coffee ,the waiter then left.
Winter was just around the corner. It was my first time in the biggest coffee shop in town. I could see the cheerful and brilliant lighting of the shop as I walked across the vast parking lot. There were tables outside the shop each with a brown vintage style umbrella. This particular coffee shop is not a cafe, it’s a coffee shop literally.
It was just another tranquil night until they came. I remember waking up and vaguely feeling that something strange was going to happen. My heart started beating faster as I heard a small, unfamiliar noise. A tiny voice asked, “Is he the one?”