11-04-2018, 08:11 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – A pair are they, these two meant for something more but given only the bitter drought of disappointment and downfall, found themselves forced to make something new of the fragments left to them.
Press of dark lips, where once the traces of smile had lingered washed away beneath the clench of jaw. Easy may the route of simply brushing such comment aside, the way it was structured clear within its want to hide the truth of where once his home had been, place held within the smoke and mirror of false memory constructed only for comfort. But such was no option in this, this youth with a tongue that more readily bore the weight of a curse presented through the twist of a frown then it did the meek little smile of someone meant only to follow.
"Why thank you Tit, it is a pleasure to be here," quiet exhale before words are passing lips, slow to once more take the curve of a grin. Almost too soft are the words, the faint trace of laughter within obscuring their structure and the pitch of it is lowered, rasp as he grew once more accustomed to speaking aloud. Time had seen little need for such things, the lack of company further leading to no need for words, those few gossips he sought to converse with doing much of the talking for their mouth worked at a quicker pace then their brain ever might.
"What happened to Bast?" Inquiry is offered easily, though almost may one detect the beat of unease within it. There had been nothing pleasant between them, the first encounter leading into the child being contained within the structure they had come to consider their own, the second touched with hostility. Clear was the gaps within his knowledge, the short reign of the lion he had watched be tormented lost upon him, one he thought as nothing more than a weak fool. But then what did that make him, the child who became a healer just as Moon once was.
Press of dark lips, where once the traces of smile had lingered washed away beneath the clench of jaw. Easy may the route of simply brushing such comment aside, the way it was structured clear within its want to hide the truth of where once his home had been, place held within the smoke and mirror of false memory constructed only for comfort. But such was no option in this, this youth with a tongue that more readily bore the weight of a curse presented through the twist of a frown then it did the meek little smile of someone meant only to follow.
"Why thank you Tit, it is a pleasure to be here," quiet exhale before words are passing lips, slow to once more take the curve of a grin. Almost too soft are the words, the faint trace of laughter within obscuring their structure and the pitch of it is lowered, rasp as he grew once more accustomed to speaking aloud. Time had seen little need for such things, the lack of company further leading to no need for words, those few gossips he sought to converse with doing much of the talking for their mouth worked at a quicker pace then their brain ever might.
"What happened to Bast?" Inquiry is offered easily, though almost may one detect the beat of unease within it. There had been nothing pleasant between them, the first encounter leading into the child being contained within the structure they had come to consider their own, the second touched with hostility. Clear was the gaps within his knowledge, the short reign of the lion he had watched be tormented lost upon him, one he thought as nothing more than a weak fool. But then what did that make him, the child who became a healer just as Moon once was.