[A man named Thomas sways gently on his feet, reaching out to grab you delicately by the arm, smiling lazily and declaring:]
Dance with me.
[Or maybe he's just leaning up against a tree, cigarette hanging tiredly from his mouth one day, blood on his shirt, eyes dull.]
Boom, baby. [-he mutters to no one, and his eyes flicker a barely-there glow, and the tip of his cigarette lights glowing amber.
Or it's nighttime.
And his eyes are surging with a bright, unfettered glow, and he's spinning about in place in a clearing away from the house, tossing up huge swaths of colorful, heated energy straight into the sky. It burns into the atmosphere on the way up. One after the other, he lobs them into the bleakness of the night, and they explode in an impossibly intricate display of fireworks. Color, color everywhere. It almost turns night into day.
And he's just laughing, aimless and delighted the whole time.]
THOMAS DURAND.
Dance with me.
[Or maybe he's just leaning up against a tree, cigarette hanging tiredly from his mouth one day, blood on his shirt, eyes dull.]
Boom, baby. [-he mutters to no one, and his eyes flicker a barely-there glow, and the tip of his cigarette lights glowing amber.
Or it's nighttime.
And his eyes are surging with a bright, unfettered glow, and he's spinning about in place in a clearing away from the house, tossing up huge swaths of colorful, heated energy straight into the sky. It burns into the atmosphere on the way up. One after the other, he lobs them into the bleakness of the night, and they explode in an impossibly intricate display of fireworks. Color, color everywhere. It almost turns night into day.
And he's just laughing, aimless and delighted the whole time.]
BOOM, BABY! Haha!