People around them parted without need for command, or the authority of the tapping of walking stick. There was an odd way to which the man began to walk, an almost skip wanting to be suggested in the whispering movement of his legs. As if at any moment William may break into a dance. Energy, raw, unfiltered, and magnificent ran through his veins, into his muscles, and perception of the world around him. It was like a drug, sweeter then any cocoon or honeyed cake. When everything was progressing within the confined structures of a plan, my oh my did it simply feel good.<br/><br/>Body wanted to sway, to pull Vivian back into that long ago abandoned dance of theirs, and those greedy blue eyes shifted to their right edge to take her in, well as she was from the back. The way the woman moved was careful, a nerve touched somewhere upon the surface of exposed wound, and perhaps even Mister Weaver had made a mistake. Though, such disrespect was doubtful for the man. The Tailor of Silk itself wasn't known for such things. Instead perhaps a deep festering wound had been sensed, or perhaps even a way for them to engage.<br/><br/>It was an unknown factor, and though William could not trust the effect, certainly he could trust the Tailor's gift<i><b>as if it was his own.</b></i><br/><br/>Through the halls they walked, upon silver gilded carpets as deep of color as the oceans blue.<br/><br/>"They were possessed with the need for perfection. Not in themselves of course, for they delighted in their own flaws. Women, men, boys, girls, money, drink, drugs, and power. They wanted it all, and they found a way to have it."<br/><br/>They moved through it all, the chaos, the packing and unpacking, the hammering, the tearing of literal walls.  It may be a world being sundered to The Pet, but it was a world being reborn for William.<br/><br/>"It is said the apple does not fall far from the tree, but in this case it fell far enough away to bruise. Where my<i>Grandfather</i>was cold, calculated, and in the mind set that his shadows should stay in the darkness...<i>Father </i>was not so shy in his youth. Flaunting such things does not look good upon those of royal blood. It makes them louts, without culture, or brutes simply with enough coin to put fancy clothes on their shoulders."<br/><br/>A young man, no more then a boy at the age to which William was portrayed as Weaver's shadow puppet, stood at the door. One of his arms seemed to be missing, the jacket tied there as not to slide about ungainly. Blue, just like William. In color, in eyes, and there was something else too. Something about the dip of the young ones chin, or perhaps his hair.  Though this was just a passing character to which the door was opened by, and the outside world rushed in.<br/><br/>Here William had paused, breathing in the world as it drifted to his senses.<br/>This was outside, true enough. No red sky, or floating pipes. This is the world to which Vivian had looked through glass to. Yes, there was those with shovels, rakes, and many various forms of tools. Even out here the hive buzzed with activity. William looked over the scene from the edge of the cave in which so many treasures were stored, and continued both words and walk.<br/><br/>Had he taken the lead? Or had he moved beside her at equal pace? Does it matter for the story to continue?<br/><br/>"My Father was cast away, sent out into the world far away. Of course Grandfather sent him with money, enough to live on for the rest of his days, but the insult was still grave. At least my Father could drink and whore the rest of his days out there in the darkness without anyone knowing."<br/><br/>Stairs that long ago had been carved, taken from their home, and submitted to be merely a stacked thing for men or women to walk upon, clicked soundly against the heels of William's shoes. No longer were the hard soles rejected to make noise by the softness of carpets gilded by silver.<br/><br/>"I was born out there in that far reach. To a whore no less. Truth be told I wasn't the only one."<br/><br/>Attention now went to the sky, seeking in it any remaining stars that braved the day time, but alas not a wink. Not even a silver suggestion of the moon upon the blue today. It was solid, be stilled with only small capped white streaks.<br/><br/>"I am merely playing my part Vivian. Just following the role I was meant for. I just don't play the song everyone wants me to, but I'm made for music none the less. I hope you will eventually come to understand that fact."<br/><br/>Hands were still behind his back, walking down upon the graveled path which chuckled lightly with loose stones as he walked out into the world a bit farther. Just a few more steps into that light that could so easily be taken for granted, and the lack of walls to constrict. Trees, birds, breeze, sky, sun, scents, sounds, and every sensation available on tap of a day.<br/><br/>Towards the edge of a world he strolled.