09-09-2018, 05:25 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;"]Rasping breath arises from crackled lips, the passage of tongue too many times leaving it dried though he was uncaring to such, a habit to focus on than anything of use, tongue peeking out as teeth close about it. Stinging pain arises, grounding though it proves unpleasant a sensation, faint whimper escaping. For a time he can do nothing though the want is there, curling about tensed muscles yet it is dwarfed by the tears, so free now though he tries to hide them, rubbing at his cheeks until the skin becomes agitated, ache settling into it.
“Miss them...” The choked words arise and slow is the turn, golden eyes bright with tears barely restrained for a short time. Slow is the body to follow and he is moving, given no prompt he is there before Bast, moving to lean into his chest, or as best he can for he is of no height to match him. Guilt arises, churning within his stomach, a sudden wash of feeling leaving him breathless, caught as he struggles to bring in the next, coughing as finally he does. They were not his family, though did he not hold the Mikaelson name, a gift from them for they had looked upon the battered, lost child and saw something he did not, a light beneath the pain, some part of him whispering it was not his place to mourn so.
Within heavy mind memory was slow to arise, each short but sweet, moments within a life so short. They had been present within Harland's life for only a short time, given only enough so their presence was little more than a single ripple, suddenly there and gone all too soon with no prior warning. He had not the words to express everything, though his mind tried, found some peace in dreams where they both seemed so real, and then there were the girls. They were only a bit younger than he and yet harboured something ageless, a quality about them which drew him as had once Margaery and Suite. Selfish was the want for them to be the two he missed, wanted back so badly, yet always did he seem drawn back, given some want to be present for they felt in some way familiar.
“Miss them...” The choked words arise and slow is the turn, golden eyes bright with tears barely restrained for a short time. Slow is the body to follow and he is moving, given no prompt he is there before Bast, moving to lean into his chest, or as best he can for he is of no height to match him. Guilt arises, churning within his stomach, a sudden wash of feeling leaving him breathless, caught as he struggles to bring in the next, coughing as finally he does. They were not his family, though did he not hold the Mikaelson name, a gift from them for they had looked upon the battered, lost child and saw something he did not, a light beneath the pain, some part of him whispering it was not his place to mourn so.
Within heavy mind memory was slow to arise, each short but sweet, moments within a life so short. They had been present within Harland's life for only a short time, given only enough so their presence was little more than a single ripple, suddenly there and gone all too soon with no prior warning. He had not the words to express everything, though his mind tried, found some peace in dreams where they both seemed so real, and then there were the girls. They were only a bit younger than he and yet harboured something ageless, a quality about them which drew him as had once Margaery and Suite. Selfish was the want for them to be the two he missed, wanted back so badly, yet always did he seem drawn back, given some want to be present for they felt in some way familiar.