11-23-2018, 03:54 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Love. Foreign a concept touching within mind, curling within chest as it toned the beat of the heart in the tiny chest, quiet the murmur of it within the network of veins beneath cinnamon dusted fur and light the skin it pushed through. They knew the feeling of it, felt it within them as it touched upon the hollow space and longed for it within the eyes of a mother that had never cared, found only hatred in depths of brown so like their own – mirror in a way, all she was not within so innocent a child. The word had not touched upon bitten lips, found no place within the minimal vocabulary they bore but within it found a place, dancing across their lips.
“Love,” gentle breath washing over the expanse of pale flesh, leather touched within plating of scale, press of paws lifting only to touch once more, patting along the spacing between the large nostrils. “CC love Owen.” Chin leaned forward, pressed against him, soft the sound drawn from the depths of their throat. Rusty the sound of the purr but it touched upon the light curl of a smile, the flick of bobbed tail speaking of joy.
Apparent was the fact they missed exactly what it was Owen spoke of, the rejection of feelings that had been difficult to share with one who held behind him a great many years, felt love and lost it, came upon the end of one amongst a family grown large. Still they would do the best they could for the other, sudden the glimmer of teeth within the stretch of smile. “Owen gift. CC make Owen gift, make happy?”
“Love,” gentle breath washing over the expanse of pale flesh, leather touched within plating of scale, press of paws lifting only to touch once more, patting along the spacing between the large nostrils. “CC love Owen.” Chin leaned forward, pressed against him, soft the sound drawn from the depths of their throat. Rusty the sound of the purr but it touched upon the light curl of a smile, the flick of bobbed tail speaking of joy.
Apparent was the fact they missed exactly what it was Owen spoke of, the rejection of feelings that had been difficult to share with one who held behind him a great many years, felt love and lost it, came upon the end of one amongst a family grown large. Still they would do the best they could for the other, sudden the glimmer of teeth within the stretch of smile. “Owen gift. CC make Owen gift, make happy?”