02-28-2021, 07:37 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Time never halts, all caught beneath it, subject to it though varying the effects. Children had they both been, a meeting following aftermath he much preferred left to the pages of history. His voice gone, taken in savagery that wished for a demise that would not be his, yet hers was enough for them both. Sweet with a heart lacquered in gold, pinned to her sleeve and so freely handled, a picturesque snapshot of everything good. Undeserved then, an affection he had grown accustomed to, took for granted in a fashion he had come only to regret.
She was everything he could not be, all he wished for. Even as their beginning proved a tumultuous occurrence arising after the next always was she there, a present that offered nothing but comfort, even at her own expense. To this day, when his heart grew soft and somewhat forlorn the smile he bore for too much had he missed, proud was he, her accomplishments and days prior only a beginning. For this she was made, a love so soft and sweet, a harbour in the darkness of storm lashed seas.
Unsure was his movements to once more fix the bow tied about his neck, a soft blue, not quite a perfect match but near enough he allowed it. A nervous habit such fidgeting, correcting what did not need it, something simply to do. Lengthy the preparations, a shadow upon the sidelines for he wished to be no nuisance, small black box hidden beneath belly. Simple the trinket, though wrong had it felt to come empty handed though he lacked anything to give to Roxanne, unknown to him and thus gauging what was suitable beyond him. Later would such be amended, his gaze briefly wandering down to the container.
Together were they matched, opposite in many ways, yet the stars and the frost of the mountain had acted as their cradle. Sigh bypassed his lips as those who were preparing moved away, begun their own clean up as the waiting guests grew excited, contagious their joy. None moved forth until one in particular entered the scene, his own adornment befitting his rank, a sight in many ways, though biggest draw his apparent state. Roan knew well what he was doing, regal as he perched beneath erected arch, silent in his observation of the guests.
Among them Har filled in, hasty in his retrieval of the box, forth moving though, for the most part, allowed the crowd to take him. Solitary his placement at the outer edge, near enough the front he may witness all, but not to a point he was among the family Diya had found and made upon these shores. Better this, hidden away where he may not have witness to tears he already felt brimming. She had gone through so much, lost a great deal, but to see where she ended up carved a wide grin across his lips.
She was everything he could not be, all he wished for. Even as their beginning proved a tumultuous occurrence arising after the next always was she there, a present that offered nothing but comfort, even at her own expense. To this day, when his heart grew soft and somewhat forlorn the smile he bore for too much had he missed, proud was he, her accomplishments and days prior only a beginning. For this she was made, a love so soft and sweet, a harbour in the darkness of storm lashed seas.
Unsure was his movements to once more fix the bow tied about his neck, a soft blue, not quite a perfect match but near enough he allowed it. A nervous habit such fidgeting, correcting what did not need it, something simply to do. Lengthy the preparations, a shadow upon the sidelines for he wished to be no nuisance, small black box hidden beneath belly. Simple the trinket, though wrong had it felt to come empty handed though he lacked anything to give to Roxanne, unknown to him and thus gauging what was suitable beyond him. Later would such be amended, his gaze briefly wandering down to the container.
Together were they matched, opposite in many ways, yet the stars and the frost of the mountain had acted as their cradle. Sigh bypassed his lips as those who were preparing moved away, begun their own clean up as the waiting guests grew excited, contagious their joy. None moved forth until one in particular entered the scene, his own adornment befitting his rank, a sight in many ways, though biggest draw his apparent state. Roan knew well what he was doing, regal as he perched beneath erected arch, silent in his observation of the guests.
Among them Har filled in, hasty in his retrieval of the box, forth moving though, for the most part, allowed the crowd to take him. Solitary his placement at the outer edge, near enough the front he may witness all, but not to a point he was among the family Diya had found and made upon these shores. Better this, hidden away where he may not have witness to tears he already felt brimming. She had gone through so much, lost a great deal, but to see where she ended up carved a wide grin across his lips.