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Posted on March 7, 2013 at 06:02:56 AM by Orca
 To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes
Makes it So Hard Not to Cry His eyes gaze out into the distance, seeming to fixate on a point across the vast chasm, where two caves carved smaller craters into the wall of the meteor blast. But I was keenly aware of his perceptive eyes sliding discreetly across my figure from their corners. "Yes," I agreed with a small sigh. "Moladian feels just as tangible a Living Breathing Life force beside me as you are. It's figure may be splintered and marred, but the shards of it's essence still remain..." Perhaps it is true, that the wisdom of my Shaman heritage had been passed down to me from my mother before me. "...And already the Lunar Children are eager to put those shards back together again and mend the ache." I smile brightly at the thought, knowing I was one of them, even if I was a Gypsy. Heck, being a gypsy seemed a benefit because I was not confined to simply one territory or another, but was gifted with the liberty and freedom to move amongst them and lend my aide to all who might seek it. I never grew tired of conversating with the gypsy gentleman. In fact, I always found our little chats to be the most meaningful and entertaining, plus I really liked his smile. The one like he wore now, that seemed so easy and relaxed, crinkling at the corners of his eyes and making them sparkle with an impish mischief that bespoke of the inner secrets and wisdom still left unspoken. One that also seems as if he has something to apologize for, though if he'd said so I would promptly deny such a ridiculous notion. He mulls over my next question, contemplation evidence of the seriousnous of the posed inquiry as he considers his answer. Delicate cameo tilts slightly, harks curving towards him to assure him he still held my attention, though my gaze slides away momentarily as the vision of Asa flooded my memoirs for but a fleeting moment. I still catch his words though, as I attempt to ease the stab of Asa's loss and place him back in the chest of my heart with other cherished heirlooms from my past. I smile with a subdued, gentile manner that is quite bemused when I meet Hawthorn's eyes again. The meaning beneath my question had flown right over his head, though I was not all that surprised because his heart always seems so generous and open. Like he loved everyone and anyone. Still, I smile softly and nod my head in concious understanding. "Yes, it is a tragedy to be sure... but that is not what I meant," I feel a small chill work it's way up my spine as my gaze begins to wander again, perhaps unable to meet his eye as I struggle to find the right words I wish to express. "... I just wondered if, if you have ever ....er....lost someone close to you. Someone Special." Like I did. Asa was gone, never to return. Even my Imprint Jehu has not been seen since the meteor, and I wonder if the supposed other half of my Soul still endured or if his flame has been extinguished before it's time as well...? I'm not sure I even want to know, could I survive the blow of losing both, though Jehu and I hadn't even the chance to explore what the newfound connection between us had been? His subject change is not so much a change in subject at all, but certainly a different perspective on how to honor the dearly departed. The optimism and conviction in his voice is enough to move me back to smiling again, a vibrant luster sparking back into Being deep in the depths of my eyes. Yes, maybe Asa was still here with me, watching over me like some guardian angel. I rather liked the idea. But I couldn't contemplate even that with Jehu. I simply couldn't. I grinned at Hawthorn. "You always seem to know just what to say to brighten my day..." Gypsy Rose * Black Magic Woman * 3 Years Wandering * Cast A Spell On Jehu * Mesmerized by None |
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- in the pursuit of happiness - By Hawthorn March 7, 2013 at 06:55:46 AM
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