Swiftcurrent Creek acqua più blu

[table width=55%][tr][td]
armand knew that he would be met with confusion, and this he welcomed; it granted him a reason to explain the blackness that gripped him so. "death is much more welcoming than life, ragazzino," the forlorn ganymede intoned, shifting himself so that he finally sat upright. his skilled eyes welcomed the hues of the painted child, consuming them as another might a cool draught of water.
death did not take -- death only gave. and in death armand would dream, and dream deeply. he would not be disturbed from finishing the vision of his maker turning to face him, an image burned into the backs of his eyes. what could life offer that death did not? armand knew that this child could not comprehend such things, but he longed to say them all the same.[/tr][/td][/table]