she's the only one that makes me sad

[Poe D'Angelo]

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Poe had always had a primal nature, despite her longest-lived affair with the frivolous ends of the human world. She was ruled by emotion, and led by touch, with little restraint on either one, even in the worst of times. So the images churned in her, and memories of what had not been with its subject, bubbled through to the surface. She wasn't one to give names to emotions or intuitions, but there had been more to her contact with the devilishly alluring hybrid than they had skated over. A depth that she had felt would, in time, reveal itself. For this, she still had not dealt with his death the way one should. He was not behind her, even many months after his son had revealed his passing to her,


Which was perhaps why she barely hesitated upon the announcement of his presence, the turn of his face. Before the weight of his words processed in her mind, let alone any reply could be conjured up, the wide-eyed girl pushed herself from the tree. "Hollow!" she shouted in a tone that wove together shock, excitement, and a hint of desperation. At the last moment, her arms were spiritedly thrown around his shoulder to neck, followed by the crash of her torso to his.

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