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October 3: The Storyteller. 'Overlooked'
Title: Overlooked
Day/Theme: October 3: a ghost in daylight
Series:The Storyteller
Character/Pairing: The Storyteller
Rating: G
He was almost invisible in the daylight. He looked shabby and blended in with the walls and streets around him all too well. His coat was long and patched, his hair gray and fuzzy. You would never notice him at all unless you managed to make eye contact.
His eyes were as dark and bright as a field mouse’s in his lined face. They held as much humor and wisdom as his smile. It was startling to see them gleam from his camouflage, but then all he had to do was duck his head or turn away to disappear again. He harsh light of day made him part of the landscape. He walked among the brightly colored people, listening and gathering, without any of them noticing for more than a moment.
It wasn’t until twilight that he became visible. Fire was attracted to him. Wherever he went, someone lit at least a small one. Flames threw a red and gold sheen over him. The shadows cast his face and clothes into relief. Again, it was the eyes that burned.
He was The Storyteller. He could be overlooked and ignored for awhile, the busy, sunlit while with all the distractions. People could forget that the stories existed while they were rushing around distracted.
When night came, darkness blanketed the lights, and the distractions, and busy people slowed down. There was nothing to keep them from seeing or hearing or believing.
Day/Theme: October 3: a ghost in daylight
Series:The Storyteller
Character/Pairing: The Storyteller
Rating: G
He was almost invisible in the daylight. He looked shabby and blended in with the walls and streets around him all too well. His coat was long and patched, his hair gray and fuzzy. You would never notice him at all unless you managed to make eye contact.
His eyes were as dark and bright as a field mouse’s in his lined face. They held as much humor and wisdom as his smile. It was startling to see them gleam from his camouflage, but then all he had to do was duck his head or turn away to disappear again. He harsh light of day made him part of the landscape. He walked among the brightly colored people, listening and gathering, without any of them noticing for more than a moment.
It wasn’t until twilight that he became visible. Fire was attracted to him. Wherever he went, someone lit at least a small one. Flames threw a red and gold sheen over him. The shadows cast his face and clothes into relief. Again, it was the eyes that burned.
He was The Storyteller. He could be overlooked and ignored for awhile, the busy, sunlit while with all the distractions. People could forget that the stories existed while they were rushing around distracted.
When night came, darkness blanketed the lights, and the distractions, and busy people slowed down. There was nothing to keep them from seeing or hearing or believing.