07-27-2020, 09:45 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Beneath the delicate illusion of poorly constructed recollection of a pleasant and joyous time that laid to rest among the dust. Of this she knew, bore the quiet ache of rebuilt memory hastily pressed into the spaces it may find no easy home, yet on carried the want of it. Had she been of a sound mind the lunacy behind such actions may have been found, rose hued the glasses through which her life had been perceived. Or possibly deeper may she had dug, a hole within which frantic haste made a prison all her own.
Possibly it was such, the fond desire for days past within which tentatively claimed their youth, that drew her forth. Upon paths unfamiliar tread she of ivory and rose, low the bent of head as lower lip was worked over. Many the times he had come to her, tended the minor and major that adorned skin within aching memories framed in scar tissue, yet a notion distant her own arrival. Of course she had known of his move, absence noted among even the daily activities of the Roux home, something within her rejected the notion of visiting, however.
"Roan…?" Curiosity cast a gentle lilt to his name as it fell from her tongue, the crackling of low flames allowed to die as he tended to his own comfort drawing her eye. Twisting and dancing those tongues of flame, mesmerising for a time before away did her attention skip, stepping closer as the surroundings broke up into a kaleidoscope of colour. Among them oddity the tub, dark against the lighter tones of backdrop, within the soft cream and grey drawing a fond smile upon her lips.
Closer did Eulia walk though her chosen stop was still a distance that allowed Roan his space, settled for brief moment before the slide of her forelegs finally lowered her belly to touch the ground. "I did not think you could relax, I almost miss the sourpuss." Amusement touched her words and finally a realisation silenced her tongue. He is so small. Indeed, time had done as it may and though he was her senior the difference was all too clear. Dark the cloying want that dug into her throat once more, a time where all seemed well gone and yet sought with dying desperation, a cough briefly clearing her throat.
"Are you…" Brief the lift of paw, waved about as mouth worked over air, lost the words that may impart her meaning. Too much had he gone through, the pulsing ache of her shoulder and that of outstretched forelimbs speaking of only a small part of his work, alone in a manner he should not have been. "Do you need anything." Settled upon the throw away question, the true meaning of it apparent in imploring lilac depths, hopeful the curl of a smile worn against pale countenance, yet to him would she left it. Had he desire to speak of his issues so be it, she may act a shoulder as best she may, but to pry was not within her.
Possibly it was such, the fond desire for days past within which tentatively claimed their youth, that drew her forth. Upon paths unfamiliar tread she of ivory and rose, low the bent of head as lower lip was worked over. Many the times he had come to her, tended the minor and major that adorned skin within aching memories framed in scar tissue, yet a notion distant her own arrival. Of course she had known of his move, absence noted among even the daily activities of the Roux home, something within her rejected the notion of visiting, however.
"Roan…?" Curiosity cast a gentle lilt to his name as it fell from her tongue, the crackling of low flames allowed to die as he tended to his own comfort drawing her eye. Twisting and dancing those tongues of flame, mesmerising for a time before away did her attention skip, stepping closer as the surroundings broke up into a kaleidoscope of colour. Among them oddity the tub, dark against the lighter tones of backdrop, within the soft cream and grey drawing a fond smile upon her lips.
Closer did Eulia walk though her chosen stop was still a distance that allowed Roan his space, settled for brief moment before the slide of her forelegs finally lowered her belly to touch the ground. "I did not think you could relax, I almost miss the sourpuss." Amusement touched her words and finally a realisation silenced her tongue. He is so small. Indeed, time had done as it may and though he was her senior the difference was all too clear. Dark the cloying want that dug into her throat once more, a time where all seemed well gone and yet sought with dying desperation, a cough briefly clearing her throat.
"Are you…" Brief the lift of paw, waved about as mouth worked over air, lost the words that may impart her meaning. Too much had he gone through, the pulsing ache of her shoulder and that of outstretched forelimbs speaking of only a small part of his work, alone in a manner he should not have been. "Do you need anything." Settled upon the throw away question, the true meaning of it apparent in imploring lilac depths, hopeful the curl of a smile worn against pale countenance, yet to him would she left it. Had he desire to speak of his issues so be it, she may act a shoulder as best she may, but to pry was not within her.