12-07-2008, 10:16 PM
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"Rusalki.." The name came out with a whine though it was nothing more than a faint whisper, oddly colored eyes trained on to the flickering flames, trying his damnedest to pick up some sign of his friend. There was nothing though, no sights or sounds to remind him of his friend, to prove that he was somewhere in that fire or even that he wasn't. In that moment Jasper wanted to cry and only found that he couldn't. His eyes were so dry from the heat, even if he managed it he was certain his tears would just simply evaporate. He had always told himself he was alone, no matter that Rusalki was almost always with him, but now not knowing where his friend had gone made him truly feel that way. Jasper was snapped back to the present by the next words his father spoke, which were obviously not directed toward him. Again he searched the fire for some sign of anything, but even then there was nothing. Turning his head, Jasper spoke up hesitantly. "I don't see anything." Maybe he just didn't want to see. |