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Debut - OTA
Sep. 6th, 2014 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pecked_by_birdsHe'd slipped out of the office early, as he often did, and was currently occupying a small table at the nearest Starbucks, sipping something that barely resembled coffee and flicking through messages and emails on his tablet.
It was all very cold and sterile feeling. The tablet felt like little more than chemicals and fragile elements in his hand. It held no weight, and it had no scent. It wasn't like opening a letter or flipping through a book. It was hollow, lacking intimacy and presence. It was disposable, flimsy... And yet. And yet it was wonderful in its own way. Knowledge floating through the air, love letters passed unseen...
Hollow, yet full. Empty, yet brimming. The modern world really was a wonder.
Putting it down, he let his gaze rake over the other customers, admiring them as they went about their daily lives. He loved London. Over his many years on Earth, he had lived here more often than any other city. It had been a while since he'd last settled down in London though, and he'd never come here wearing this face before. No, this face was fairly new. It had lived a few years as a painter in France, then been replaced when he'd spent some time in Japan... But the moment he'd decided to return to London, this was the face he'd been greeted with in the mirror, and he'd smiled. Sometimes his form simply knew what he needed to be- even when he didn't.
Someone passed his table, and he watched as something slipped from their pocket and hit the floor. Bending low, the titan plucked it from the ground and held it out in offering.
"You dropped this."
It was all very cold and sterile feeling. The tablet felt like little more than chemicals and fragile elements in his hand. It held no weight, and it had no scent. It wasn't like opening a letter or flipping through a book. It was hollow, lacking intimacy and presence. It was disposable, flimsy... And yet. And yet it was wonderful in its own way. Knowledge floating through the air, love letters passed unseen...
Hollow, yet full. Empty, yet brimming. The modern world really was a wonder.
Putting it down, he let his gaze rake over the other customers, admiring them as they went about their daily lives. He loved London. Over his many years on Earth, he had lived here more often than any other city. It had been a while since he'd last settled down in London though, and he'd never come here wearing this face before. No, this face was fairly new. It had lived a few years as a painter in France, then been replaced when he'd spent some time in Japan... But the moment he'd decided to return to London, this was the face he'd been greeted with in the mirror, and he'd smiled. Sometimes his form simply knew what he needed to be- even when he didn't.
Someone passed his table, and he watched as something slipped from their pocket and hit the floor. Bending low, the titan plucked it from the ground and held it out in offering.
"You dropped this."
