02-19-2021, 01:39 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Beneath cast shade almost lost is the child, though short that interval, presence known by her own decree. A mere assemblance of soft fur at first, surprise gentle as it frames a fleeting frown, shifting until nothing of either remains. Brief her own, misguided his assignment of concern he would have dispelled given the chance. He had none, smoothed out her visage, the temporary words carved into the sand answer for a query he had carried as well.
Relieved the sigh that fell from his lips, curling again until teeth were exposed, a joy there the rest had lacked. Other methods were available though not known if such would also differ, easiest this. A squeak her affirmation, name alike, his worries quelled. Unknown either name tied to the end of her own, ghosts of a history written alongside his own that never intersected, thus untainted his thoughts towards her. Slow the manner head shifted, chin dipping. Preferred speech to properly conclude introduction, the choice was not his, however, and so this must do.
The next words she spoke, concern for him and a question he had answered many times before, gave Harland pause. He had lived with the limitation of speech for quite some time, grown accustomed even when the first days were difficult. Mouth opened, closed once more, again.
How could he explain to a child his brush with death, how the men he knew as his father and grandfather were the cause for his presence simply for staving off a premature end.
Fortune proved as kind as it was cruel, from him the rather difficult task taken. Above all towered, difficult to miss though lacking any desire for such, undisturbed his study for recognition had not yet occurred. Different for other, falter viewed with a quiet wonder, away melting, replacement difficult to ascribe a specific name to. Gradual the change, obscured before further approach was made, breath catching.
Diya.
Lips moved in familiar shape, wordless though not silent. Mirror his own upon hers, confirmation no trick was being played upon him. Suddenly she was there, proven real, too much so, heat and pressure he grew rigid against. Too short, gone before he may react. Want is there beneath his skin, to reach for her and refuse release, pushed aside for wrong the time for such. Evident her own desire, never still, a movement subtle yet visible. It is in this study finally his gaze grazes where fur parts, bare laid too much. As he had she had continued, her life never stilling even as the idea of her stayed the same, the notion one he regarded with hatred.
Not his place, far from it. Faux the smile Harland forced forth, a dull white noise grown her words. Harsh the burn, tears gathering, though for what he could only guess at and he cared little to do even that. Too much left unsaid, too little the time allowed to clear the air. Here was neither the time nor place, proven by the approach of another. Unconscious his shift, closed the space between himself and Diya, comfortable her presence even as his heart stopped for a moment, pressed down again his wish to embrace her.
Roux. Simple the prior words, a confirmation and information sought he may not provide as of yet, rigid grown his posture at the mention of the name. Of course unknown the first, alongside the secondary last name, his confusion rather evident as frown took hold. A relation of Pincher, this much he was assured of simply by the use of that particular name, though he knew not how and cared little ok putting the pieces together.
For later consideration would be such, by no means business of his though sour had grown his opinion of the family as a whole simply for the atrocities a single man deemed worthy of his time, more pressing the next statement. Sudden the shift, vision settling upon Diya as the news of their connection settled. No true secret though one Harland had not been privy to.
Relieved the sigh that fell from his lips, curling again until teeth were exposed, a joy there the rest had lacked. Other methods were available though not known if such would also differ, easiest this. A squeak her affirmation, name alike, his worries quelled. Unknown either name tied to the end of her own, ghosts of a history written alongside his own that never intersected, thus untainted his thoughts towards her. Slow the manner head shifted, chin dipping. Preferred speech to properly conclude introduction, the choice was not his, however, and so this must do.
The next words she spoke, concern for him and a question he had answered many times before, gave Harland pause. He had lived with the limitation of speech for quite some time, grown accustomed even when the first days were difficult. Mouth opened, closed once more, again.
How could he explain to a child his brush with death, how the men he knew as his father and grandfather were the cause for his presence simply for staving off a premature end.
Fortune proved as kind as it was cruel, from him the rather difficult task taken. Above all towered, difficult to miss though lacking any desire for such, undisturbed his study for recognition had not yet occurred. Different for other, falter viewed with a quiet wonder, away melting, replacement difficult to ascribe a specific name to. Gradual the change, obscured before further approach was made, breath catching.
Diya.
Lips moved in familiar shape, wordless though not silent. Mirror his own upon hers, confirmation no trick was being played upon him. Suddenly she was there, proven real, too much so, heat and pressure he grew rigid against. Too short, gone before he may react. Want is there beneath his skin, to reach for her and refuse release, pushed aside for wrong the time for such. Evident her own desire, never still, a movement subtle yet visible. It is in this study finally his gaze grazes where fur parts, bare laid too much. As he had she had continued, her life never stilling even as the idea of her stayed the same, the notion one he regarded with hatred.
Not his place, far from it. Faux the smile Harland forced forth, a dull white noise grown her words. Harsh the burn, tears gathering, though for what he could only guess at and he cared little to do even that. Too much left unsaid, too little the time allowed to clear the air. Here was neither the time nor place, proven by the approach of another. Unconscious his shift, closed the space between himself and Diya, comfortable her presence even as his heart stopped for a moment, pressed down again his wish to embrace her.
Roux. Simple the prior words, a confirmation and information sought he may not provide as of yet, rigid grown his posture at the mention of the name. Of course unknown the first, alongside the secondary last name, his confusion rather evident as frown took hold. A relation of Pincher, this much he was assured of simply by the use of that particular name, though he knew not how and cared little ok putting the pieces together.
For later consideration would be such, by no means business of his though sour had grown his opinion of the family as a whole simply for the atrocities a single man deemed worthy of his time, more pressing the next statement. Sudden the shift, vision settling upon Diya as the news of their connection settled. No true secret though one Harland had not been privy to.