10-22-2018, 06:17 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Might it have been so simple or easy to place within such a neat little package the events leading to a reunion of sorts, twist of something as though a higher power simply trailed their fingers along the threads of fate, these few entangled in the wake of such passage. Or might it be something more simple, a mere draw of the news of passage. Easy was it to believe a more mythical means was present behind the draw, pulling at each who bore the blood of the women who had passed some time before, want there to think it might be some power left behind, a final wish put into effect. Something within the child may have wished such, wanted to know both watched over those who tread the soil they had once walked, mark still left though the hearts connected to both still bled, grief given its time.
There is nothing present, no tie of blood which may connect a trio set apart, clear each difference but one may look beyond if they cared to. No, there was no blood within the veins of these two, brought into this world within a short span of time, given the final first traces of a love many remembered with fondness, and the child making a slow approach. Might it have been so simple, but life may offer no challenges and difficulties if it were not, little within a course that continued upon the straight and narrow.
Golden eyes found first the spirit, the shimmering state of faint illumination about it left the state of the elder clear, each word plucking at his nerves, however, shudder trailing along his spine. “Can... do you see it?” Innocent question presented as eyes lift, confusion drawn across dark maw within the frame of a slight frown. Upon Charlie do those eyes rest, question directed towards her though it rings out for both to hear, Har unsure how to go about anything. The only experience he bore with spirits had been short and pleasant, if only for those few short moments where he had believed his mother was once more back, breaking apart into sorrow once more when she was gone. This was merely strange, a sceptical he was likely to allow play out rather than act for how might he offer anything when he knew nothing about what was going on.
There is nothing present, no tie of blood which may connect a trio set apart, clear each difference but one may look beyond if they cared to. No, there was no blood within the veins of these two, brought into this world within a short span of time, given the final first traces of a love many remembered with fondness, and the child making a slow approach. Might it have been so simple, but life may offer no challenges and difficulties if it were not, little within a course that continued upon the straight and narrow.
Golden eyes found first the spirit, the shimmering state of faint illumination about it left the state of the elder clear, each word plucking at his nerves, however, shudder trailing along his spine. “Can... do you see it?” Innocent question presented as eyes lift, confusion drawn across dark maw within the frame of a slight frown. Upon Charlie do those eyes rest, question directed towards her though it rings out for both to hear, Har unsure how to go about anything. The only experience he bore with spirits had been short and pleasant, if only for those few short moments where he had believed his mother was once more back, breaking apart into sorrow once more when she was gone. This was merely strange, a sceptical he was likely to allow play out rather than act for how might he offer anything when he knew nothing about what was going on.