Esseret

Esseret

Author: Kurazu

Introduction:

No one can escape Eseret.

Eseret is the whole world.

Content label:

Search keywords: Protagonist: Edward; Brandt┃Supporting role: ┃Others: Expedition; Eseret

One sentence introduction: Eseret is the whole world.

Intent: No one can escape from Aesselet.Eseret is the whole world.

1. "The love that people can't get rid of is probably the narcissism of people."

The ships in the port are loosely moored, and the weather is half cloudy-gray-blue weather.Edward jumped ashore, followed by a black, unconcerned figure.There is white smoke swirling, and the right eye can slightly glimpse the fingers holding the smoke, the brown calluses and clean nails, stretched, free and flexible.

——The sound of metal falling to the ground.It's a watch, a watch.Seeing that the hand was also going to pick it up, Edward didn't reach out, didn't even bend down, and didn't turn around.It is dangerous to get up too late in the morning and put your hands in your pockets.The pocket is very shallow, with a slanted opening, and usually I don't think about putting things in it at all, I just put my hand in it when necessary, that's all.He slowed down, almost stopped, waiting for the hand to pick up the watch, for the face to look up at him.

He was just curious, on a whim.

Edward didn't expect that the man bowed his waist and walked quickly, and the watch in his hand was sucked into his cuff with a "whoosh".He caught a glimpse of a blurred silhouette under the brim of his hat.He has a good face, especially the left ear.As for how good that face and that left ear are, it is in the imagination of the next journey.

Before he knew it, he came to the dark green door. The person behind the door had already asked "Who is it?" Before he could answer, a gust of wind swept Edward in.An immature body has grown much taller.The fatigue of the journey was shaken off a little, and he called out, "Colin" in relief.

"Yeah." The young man is still acting like a child. This feeling only changes at a certain time and becomes attractive. For example, at this moment, Edward has already lightly pecked at the side of his bare neck, and followed the loose clothes to extend halfway. bare shoulders.The "child" gave another "hmm" with great interest.

"I'm tired." Edward stopped and took off his coat tastelessly.Ke Lin was not reconciled, and carefully pulled the buttons.Edward yawned with his head sideways, leaning against the wall and staring at the person in front of him.Before, the back of his neck could be seen, but now only his forehead can be seen.Edward tilted his head and thought, people can grow very fast.

Colin reached into the inside of the unbuttoned shirt and kissed his broad and undulating chest.He put his ear to his heart—he seemed to enjoy doing it, and sometimes murmured counts.Edward felt his heart itch and laughed wearily.

"I'm tired." Edward reiterated, his hands were pushing outwards, and his body was still held by Colin.

The child was indifferent, groping wildly with his hands.

"I'm tired."

Colin slid from the departing body to the wall, showing a strange expression.

"You've been out of spirit lately," he complained.The figure receded through the closed door, and Colin called out anxiously, "Hello, Edward!"

Who can understand what this strange man is planning in his heart?Just like his abrupt visit and hasty departure, he chased everything.Edward accidentally stepped into a small puddle and stopped.He looked up ruefully and saw a tavern.The wine girl, wrapped in a low-cut dress, swayed in front of the table, and a man's hand stuffed a wad of money between her breasts.The woman drew out the money with a charming smile and sniffed the breath on it—the man suddenly cried out in embarrassment, because the beer just served spilled all over him.Those vulgar fingers pointed at the target of their anger, he was shaking the red wine, the residual red at the corner of his mouth left a beige shirt along his neck.

It was maddeningly quiet.The depleted heart was stimulated to beat by that drop of red, which was constantly seeping down, like blood gushing out.

How can you be so rude to a woman, he said and laughed, full of contempt and malice.His lower eyes are slightly drunk, and he looks like a weeping face--fragile, but vile, and it makes people don't know what to do.

"Gentlemen, it's almost done." Edward had already leaned slightly to the table near the door, and interjected.He glanced at the person on the table who was looking at him with his head propped up. The person first glanced at the thing in his hand, and then looked him up and down with great interest.

The woman rolled her eyes cleverly, and fell softly into Edward's arms.She could even keenly perceive the momentary stiffness of her body through the clothes, so she politely didn't stick it so tightly.She raised her eyes to look at this handsome man with a shy expression on her face.Waiting for those "gentlemen" to mutter unforgivingly, quietly sizing up the tall man in their eyes, kicking the chair unwillingly under their feet, and leaving with a loud noise, Edward took a few steps back uncomfortably, tidying up the crumpled collar.A light and warm kiss landed on his lips, startling him.

"you--"

"I'm Judy!" Her snow-white chest was like waves, "I hope you remember me, sir. I like you very much."

Edward didn't know how funny his expression was. He could probably imagine that the eyebrows were raised and lowered, and it wouldn't look good-but it wouldn't make people laugh.But the man laughed so hard that he choked out the wine and coughed hard.

"Brant!" Judy whined sharply. "Stop laughing! You drunk!"

The man seemed to put his palms to his ears, and didn't hear anything.There was still liquid remaining at the corner of his mouth, and there was a faint cough and subsequent wheezing in his throat.He seemed to be pointing nonchalantly, slurring something—girl hooligans or something.Judy stomped her feet angrily, then turned to look at Edward aggrievedly.

Edward didn't look at the pitiful woman's face, and while pinning the "thing" somewhere, he walked over obsessively, bent over, squatted down slowly, and knelt at Brant's feet with one knee.He put the starting point of his sight at a rather low position, and he wanted to look up, to catch the scattered and fragmented eyes.

"My trousers are wet." Brant tapped his fingers on his knees. There was a dark patch on the gray trousers, which looked like a patch.

"My pants are wet." Edward was reminded again, and he took the order—his imaginary order, kissed the wet knee, looked up, and licked it again.

"What's your name?" He muttered, as if he didn't intend to ask.But if you don't answer, it seems that you won't have the chance to ask again next time.

"Edward." Brant followed silently.No sound came out, but his soft lips said everything—Brant was so comfortable, just because he noticed the greedy eyes that wandered between his mouth, he took his time and leaned over to kiss the first one. The strange man I met for the first time.

Completely looks like a god.

2. "Madness and secrets always belong to one person, and that is the only one."

"Oh..." Judy sneered, sliding the stack of papers pressed by Brant's elbow to the edge of the table above Edward's head, "I think everyone in the town has read this, you might as well try."

His knees were a little sore, and he stood up on his support, flipping at will, and glanced at Brant from time to time, thinking that there would be some reaction.But the man didn't say a word, just took a sip of his wine.The light and color flow in his eyes turned dim, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.When Edward eagerly and cautiously met the inquiring gaze in front of him, as if someone had been roped into the depths of the eyeball—the hidden cave, Brant avoided it, looking uncomfortable.

In the night someone dances,

Figures dance on the wall.

No one can dance at night,

Figures dance on the wall.

eccentric……

"Hey!" Edward reminded those who were distracted.Brant moved his eyebrows lazily, still staring at him like this, his eyes seemed to have accumulated a layer of dust from staying for too long.

"Why...why can no one dance at night?" Edward heard Judy's sharp laughter, but it disappeared for a moment.Her expression fluctuated for a while, and then became expressionless, she lowered her head to clean up the dining table, and the lonely shadow in the setting sun bustled in and out.Brant's expression was gloomy, depressed, and rainy.

Edward shut his mouth knowingly... It seemed that he was in a secluded house, where the light and the wind breathed together; obviously there was no furnishings in the room, and the dark body could not be seen clearly, standing in front of the wall... Edward thought intermittently, touched Light stubble on the chin.

"Edward," Judy remembered something, his eyes were polished, "do you want to stay in the town for a few days? Do you want to stay?"

also good.Edward took out a few fragments of jewelry, the light was not strong, making them round and not intense.Judy looked back and forth at these beautiful little things in surprise, and sometimes secretly glanced at their former owners, liking them more and more.

"Which floor do you want to live on?" The soft chest pressed up, "Would you like to sleep with me on the top floor... The nights in Eseret are beautiful."

Brant stood up shaking, and he hadn't said a word since just now.Edward ignored him, pointed at his crooked back, and said loudly, "Where does that guy live?"

Judy suddenly fell into confusion between dazed, panic and disappointment, and she also quickly realized what kind of strange hobby this strange strange man probably had.The woman's vitality retreated suddenly, and her voice was cold.

"You'll know if you follow the past yourself." Then he glanced unwillingly, stepped on the shadow of leaving, trotted a few steps, muttered a few inelegant words, and turned back in a big way.Just as the wind chimes at the door vibrated "dingling", guests wrapped in damp came in one after another, their eyes rolling "tickling".one after another