07-26-2018, 10:23 PM
He could somewhat remember Eliora, though at the time he had been so consumed in his grief he barely gave any mind to those around him. He was moody back then, full of anger due to the unfair hand life had dealt him. He was a bitter person, and now that he had bettered himself, he felt bad for all the people he had wronged while he was in such a state. But he was doing his best to make up for it all. He liked to think that was what his sister would have wanted.
His eyes left the sky they focused on at the sudden voice, instead turning to settle on Eliora. She was a familiar face now, one he was always pleased to see when he was out and about. She had a very cheery atmosphere about her which never failed to rub off on him. Charlie did find the youthful look about her to be a bit off, especially since she barely looked any different than when he first came to the town, but he never voiced such thoughts out loud. It would be rude, after all. Maybe she just had that natural beauty about her.
"Ah, good morning, miss Eliora," the man greets back, grasping his cigarette between his fingers. He holds it off to the side as to not get any smoke in her face. "I'm doing pretty well. Where are you off to, if I may ask?" again his face lifts up, noting how quickly the clouds had dispersed, leaving a sea of light blue hanging over them. It was nice, mostly because he wasn't going to get any wetter now.
Charlie looks back then, suddenly noticing the little girl at the leader's side. His smile only grows wider at the sight, despite the uneasy feeling he got in his chest. It wasn't that he didn't like children--quite the opposite, really, he was actually fond of the youngsters--it's just that they always reminded him of unpleasant times, of a certain person he had failed to save. But that didn't stop him from putting on a happy face.
Squishing out the lit end of his cigarette, he had learned that children generally didn't like the smell of smoke, even though he himself had come to pretty much ignore it all together. Besides he didn't want to cause any illness with secondhand smoke. "Hello there. Annie, was it? A beautiful name," he could slightly recall getting her name in the past, though they hadn't spoken much before. At her comment, he chuckled softly, a low and hearty sound. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I quite like being out in the rain,"
His eyes left the sky they focused on at the sudden voice, instead turning to settle on Eliora. She was a familiar face now, one he was always pleased to see when he was out and about. She had a very cheery atmosphere about her which never failed to rub off on him. Charlie did find the youthful look about her to be a bit off, especially since she barely looked any different than when he first came to the town, but he never voiced such thoughts out loud. It would be rude, after all. Maybe she just had that natural beauty about her.
"Ah, good morning, miss Eliora," the man greets back, grasping his cigarette between his fingers. He holds it off to the side as to not get any smoke in her face. "I'm doing pretty well. Where are you off to, if I may ask?" again his face lifts up, noting how quickly the clouds had dispersed, leaving a sea of light blue hanging over them. It was nice, mostly because he wasn't going to get any wetter now.
Charlie looks back then, suddenly noticing the little girl at the leader's side. His smile only grows wider at the sight, despite the uneasy feeling he got in his chest. It wasn't that he didn't like children--quite the opposite, really, he was actually fond of the youngsters--it's just that they always reminded him of unpleasant times, of a certain person he had failed to save. But that didn't stop him from putting on a happy face.
Squishing out the lit end of his cigarette, he had learned that children generally didn't like the smell of smoke, even though he himself had come to pretty much ignore it all together. Besides he didn't want to cause any illness with secondhand smoke. "Hello there. Annie, was it? A beautiful name," he could slightly recall getting her name in the past, though they hadn't spoken much before. At her comment, he chuckled softly, a low and hearty sound. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I quite like being out in the rain,"
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