08-01-2018, 10:19 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 230px; font-family: georgia; color: #7b8189; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;line-height: 110%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px"]i'll never get to heaven cause i don't know how
This wasn't her first rodeo where it came to gift giving, the sweater and stuffed polar bear she kept hidden in her room in the Capricorn made such clear, yet this felt different.
The surprise was not hidden, rather it was written across her features in the form of widened eyes and lips parting with a soft sound, a cross between whimper and sigh, her ears flattening against her head. Peeking towards Goldie it took sometime for her to reach for the basket, toying with the idea of simply leaving with it, waiting until she was in privacy to look inside. Pushing the though aside she reached in, the ghost of a smile dancing about her lips.
It was the ocarina she drew first, small paw running across the freshly painted surface. Her heart ached looking upon it, a soft sense of love and warmth filling her as she turned that slight smile towards her sister – she had no care to deem her half for she was family, nothing half about that – words of gratitude lingering upon the edge of her tongue. She badly wanted to speak them yet something forced her to bite them back, gently placing the instrument aside before she looked through the rest, a soft giggle escaping her at the doodle. It was cute and she knew where to find a frame to put it in, a paw running over the flower crown, gentle as she caressed the petals.
“Thank you.” Aita spoke softly, not quite looking up for her gaze was set upon the note, left for now for she was struggling to hold back tears, the exhaustion and this wonderful surprise enough to push her over the edge.
The surprise was not hidden, rather it was written across her features in the form of widened eyes and lips parting with a soft sound, a cross between whimper and sigh, her ears flattening against her head. Peeking towards Goldie it took sometime for her to reach for the basket, toying with the idea of simply leaving with it, waiting until she was in privacy to look inside. Pushing the though aside she reached in, the ghost of a smile dancing about her lips.
It was the ocarina she drew first, small paw running across the freshly painted surface. Her heart ached looking upon it, a soft sense of love and warmth filling her as she turned that slight smile towards her sister – she had no care to deem her half for she was family, nothing half about that – words of gratitude lingering upon the edge of her tongue. She badly wanted to speak them yet something forced her to bite them back, gently placing the instrument aside before she looked through the rest, a soft giggle escaping her at the doodle. It was cute and she knew where to find a frame to put it in, a paw running over the flower crown, gentle as she caressed the petals.
“Thank you.” Aita spoke softly, not quite looking up for her gaze was set upon the note, left for now for she was struggling to hold back tears, the exhaustion and this wonderful surprise enough to push her over the edge.
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