08-27-2018, 09:01 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]A common thread was present between the pair though no moment before this had their lives become entwined, threads separated until this moment when they were drawn together by mere coincidence, but then when had the hand of fate ever been dealt without careful consideration behind the action. They had been here for a time longer than Feyre, though such was no difficult task for her awakening marked the beginning of hers, and still they felt it, the gentle pull as though someone had wound string about their heart and tugged at it, gentle but insistent, cutting off any plans to depart this place.
Might there have been a simple answer behind such, there were a few here they had come to think of in high regards and felt a gentle, if fleeting, sense of love for, but something about it felt wrong. Almost was it a piece of the puzzle which proved a little too big, sides never truly fitting together yet they had forced it to for no other piece was able to fill it, never coming close. Surely it was out there somewhere, this missing segment they so desperately sought for, just out of their reach no matter how much they wanted it.
Uneven was the beat of small paws upon the earth, staggering some as Harland moved, walking simply because it was something. In a similar fashion to the other fireball sleep had evaded them, what little they could claim given to a darkness broken by ragged screams and the touch of crimson, throat burning as they woke with a scream, damaged vocal cords struggling to give voice to their terror. For once they were grateful they had thought better of sleeping within the observatory, their place within the thicket of trees about the border meaning they woke no other yet almost removed the possibility of comfort.
Dark ears perked, familiar the voice which rose though the words were foreign, such as they had never heard before. Already lacking knowledge of the common language this one was strange, hesitance marking each step which drew Harland closer, for a time the thought of merely leaving when they realised who had spoken rising. Yet they forced it back and moved closer themself, offering no words for there were none they cared to give, instead letting pale lips draw up into a shaky smile. It seemed almost as though the two were performing the act of good cop and bad cop, though in most scenes where Onision was present it ended as such no matter the intent.
Might there have been a simple answer behind such, there were a few here they had come to think of in high regards and felt a gentle, if fleeting, sense of love for, but something about it felt wrong. Almost was it a piece of the puzzle which proved a little too big, sides never truly fitting together yet they had forced it to for no other piece was able to fill it, never coming close. Surely it was out there somewhere, this missing segment they so desperately sought for, just out of their reach no matter how much they wanted it.
Uneven was the beat of small paws upon the earth, staggering some as Harland moved, walking simply because it was something. In a similar fashion to the other fireball sleep had evaded them, what little they could claim given to a darkness broken by ragged screams and the touch of crimson, throat burning as they woke with a scream, damaged vocal cords struggling to give voice to their terror. For once they were grateful they had thought better of sleeping within the observatory, their place within the thicket of trees about the border meaning they woke no other yet almost removed the possibility of comfort.
Dark ears perked, familiar the voice which rose though the words were foreign, such as they had never heard before. Already lacking knowledge of the common language this one was strange, hesitance marking each step which drew Harland closer, for a time the thought of merely leaving when they realised who had spoken rising. Yet they forced it back and moved closer themself, offering no words for there were none they cared to give, instead letting pale lips draw up into a shaky smile. It seemed almost as though the two were performing the act of good cop and bad cop, though in most scenes where Onision was present it ended as such no matter the intent.