08-28-2018, 11:31 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]“Come back,” a rough edge touched the faint words as golden eyes rose to find the mirror within the man who had found a place in a tiny, shattered heart, glass so recently brought back together. “Bring her back.” The hesitance behind the demand fades as those eyes harden, all the while those tears keep falling, lips trembling as they part around a snarl. Yet there is no heat in this expression, nothing but grief as the tiny kitten climbs to unsteady paws, the rest few steps holding the threat to bring them down once more.
And come to him they do. It does not matter how hard they try to hold it back the cage of their teeth can hold the sound back for only so long and forth does the croaking sob flow, words lost now within it. Against Moon's leg they fall, small paws locking around the extremity, refusing to release him. Damned be their feelings, this gentle want to not hurt again, it had lead to nothing but hardship and so Harland let themself lean into gold dusted fur, sobs swallowed in it as they nestle closer, unable to offer the proper goodbye their heart longs to give.
There would be time enough for that, for now the child would grieve with bitter tears, let it tear at them until there was nothing left and do their best to pick up the pieces once all was done.
And come to him they do. It does not matter how hard they try to hold it back the cage of their teeth can hold the sound back for only so long and forth does the croaking sob flow, words lost now within it. Against Moon's leg they fall, small paws locking around the extremity, refusing to release him. Damned be their feelings, this gentle want to not hurt again, it had lead to nothing but hardship and so Harland let themself lean into gold dusted fur, sobs swallowed in it as they nestle closer, unable to offer the proper goodbye their heart longs to give.
There would be time enough for that, for now the child would grieve with bitter tears, let it tear at them until there was nothing left and do their best to pick up the pieces once all was done.