10-21-2018, 11:23 PM
▹▹▹▹Clementine was already fast asleep in their small den, the small girl curled up among her favorite blanket and a little stuffed rabbit, her cheek pressed against the soft toy as a sort of pillow for her head. Her bow was tucked away for the night, and her little ears twitched in the midst of sleep, her breathing slow and softly wheezed at the very ends of her breath, but otherwise steady and even. The sky above their heads hung dark and foreboding, yet the soft light of a million stars twinkling in the sky like shattered glass softened it, made it welcoming, like a fond embrace. The moon hung low in the sky, its radiance shining across the sky and softly touching the darkest edges of the universe, strong, and steady. The town around them was quiet, only a soft few hoots of an owl or the skittering of a few small night prowling creatures breaking into the veil. In all respects, this was a normal night. In all respects, nothing should have occurred. Yet, it seemed all the more likely that this night was not normal, that the few short weeks until Halloween and the thinned veil of the spirit world (given the many appearances of spirits), would not go unseen by Pierce.
The night drug on into silence until the moon hung high in the sky, the darkest hour of the world, yet the moon unforgivingly bright through their window. Clementine soon drug herself up to her paws, her head long low and somewhat rolling in some half-awake state, her little body stumbling slightly from her nest of blankets for a moment before her head straightened, her little eyes blinking open as she looked around slowly, peering towards the bed which her father slept for a long moment as she took in a deep breath, slow and quiet with the lack of a wheeze as she eyed the familiar form. "Pierce," she called softly. Not Dad, but his name. His true name. The little girl stepped forward, her glide smooth and easy across the cold floor towards his own cot, sitting at his bedside as she tilted her head up high. "Wake up, mon amore. I do not have long.."
The night drug on into silence until the moon hung high in the sky, the darkest hour of the world, yet the moon unforgivingly bright through their window. Clementine soon drug herself up to her paws, her head long low and somewhat rolling in some half-awake state, her little body stumbling slightly from her nest of blankets for a moment before her head straightened, her little eyes blinking open as she looked around slowly, peering towards the bed which her father slept for a long moment as she took in a deep breath, slow and quiet with the lack of a wheeze as she eyed the familiar form. "Pierce," she called softly. Not Dad, but his name. His true name. The little girl stepped forward, her glide smooth and easy across the cold floor towards his own cot, sitting at his bedside as she tilted her head up high. "Wake up, mon amore. I do not have long.."