Post by pierce on Dec 10, 2016 3:35:42 GMT
Lance's grin was a hidden response to Lance's question. In a lot of respects he was right, Lance was always on the move. Life never slowed down for anyone, so he knew he could only keep up with it or get left behind. Back in grade school he was content with getting left behind, being picked last, never being approached - but it was different behind his camera. With it, Lance always felt the need to be on the front line, right where the action was. It was probably weird to get so much confidence from a little piece of technology, but in a lot of ways it saved him from a completely different path he could've wandered down.
But, filming stranger after stranger - Lance wanted to do something different, he wanted to get to know this man whose hands were so quick to touch him. "If I didn't want to hear it, I wouldn't have asked," he countered, encouraging Lance in his own way to just be real with him. He kept his pace steady, knowing the curves of the path ahead practically by heart at this point - but purposely going off the pavement and on to the grasses. The shifting sound complemented Lance's answer, creating an atmosphere that matched perfectly as the tree branches above them cast their dappled shadows over his boyish features.
His eyes didn't leave the man's face for a second, even as his pace slowed, then halted. "I couldn't have imagined that," he commented, thoughtful smile fitted upon his lips. "you make yourself sound so dangerous." Though his curiosity pushed to ask more, to seek the details of what Lance had made vague - he instead asked another, different question. "Now we're going back in time, ten years back. Where are you and what do you occupy your time with?" The camera remained stationed on the image of Lance, capturing the captivating way the light swayed along with the shadows crossing over his body and how the sun brought out the dynamic shades of brown in his eyes.
But, filming stranger after stranger - Lance wanted to do something different, he wanted to get to know this man whose hands were so quick to touch him. "If I didn't want to hear it, I wouldn't have asked," he countered, encouraging Lance in his own way to just be real with him. He kept his pace steady, knowing the curves of the path ahead practically by heart at this point - but purposely going off the pavement and on to the grasses. The shifting sound complemented Lance's answer, creating an atmosphere that matched perfectly as the tree branches above them cast their dappled shadows over his boyish features.
His eyes didn't leave the man's face for a second, even as his pace slowed, then halted. "I couldn't have imagined that," he commented, thoughtful smile fitted upon his lips. "you make yourself sound so dangerous." Though his curiosity pushed to ask more, to seek the details of what Lance had made vague - he instead asked another, different question. "Now we're going back in time, ten years back. Where are you and what do you occupy your time with?" The camera remained stationed on the image of Lance, capturing the captivating way the light swayed along with the shadows crossing over his body and how the sun brought out the dynamic shades of brown in his eyes.