03-30-2008, 09:11 PM
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/ ... 2fab4a.png) bottom right no-repeat #0D0D0B; color:#fff; border:4px solid black; filter:alpha(opacity=80); -moz-opacity:0.8; width:325px; padding:5px; padding-bottom: 15px; margin:-55px auto 0 auto;" align=justify> Her smile lingered long after he'd spoken, saying nothing otherwise. It was no longer the amused smile of moments earlier, but rather it seemed to collapse in on itself, showing but a faux expression meant to cover up what was truly inside. But what was inside? Nothing at all, for sure. Gaze was cold, but not angry at the child for his curiosity. All children were curious—she couldn't blame him for that. But it was another attribute of the young that she couldn't stand. So innocent and wondering, seeking to see the world by the only way they knew: asking and seeing and touching to see what was.
She closed her eyes a moment, as though trying to blot out the image of the spectre before she spoke. "He was my brother," she stated simply, before laughing faintly. Brother indeed. They shared no blood save distant ties, but they'd been closer than any family could of been. The scar on her wrist showed where they'd tried to make their "sibling" ties true, mixing their blood so they'd truly be one. Until he changed. Until the madness consumed him like a malignant disease, stealing away her brother and leaving behind but a soulless demon, casting her pseudo-sibling from his mortal cage and taking possession of his flesh and blood.
He was dead. He was dead, yet not gone. His body still walked and talked and moved, but it was no longer Jules who pulled the marionette's strings. Julian now lived only in her head, haunting her as the ghostly shadow that no one else could see, creeping in and out of the edges of her vision, smiling the hollow smile of the amused undead. Gaze opened, peering up again at the boy, searching for his reaction, yet fearing any show of sympathy or pity on his part for what she'd inferred.
She closed her eyes a moment, as though trying to blot out the image of the spectre before she spoke. "He was my brother," she stated simply, before laughing faintly. Brother indeed. They shared no blood save distant ties, but they'd been closer than any family could of been. The scar on her wrist showed where they'd tried to make their "sibling" ties true, mixing their blood so they'd truly be one. Until he changed. Until the madness consumed him like a malignant disease, stealing away her brother and leaving behind but a soulless demon, casting her pseudo-sibling from his mortal cage and taking possession of his flesh and blood.
He was dead. He was dead, yet not gone. His body still walked and talked and moved, but it was no longer Jules who pulled the marionette's strings. Julian now lived only in her head, haunting her as the ghostly shadow that no one else could see, creeping in and out of the edges of her vision, smiling the hollow smile of the amused undead. Gaze opened, peering up again at the boy, searching for his reaction, yet fearing any show of sympathy or pity on his part for what she'd inferred.