03-12-2008, 11:05 PM
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The blonde de le Poer boy stumbled to the river in the early morning, tripping here and there as he went along. The sun was barely peeking out from behind the horizon, the sky a large array of reds and yellows, but despite the lack of bright sunlight, Jasper still squinted. His face was puffy, slightly swollen around his cheeks, and eyelids sagged low from lack of sleep. He rubbed at one of them idly with a hand, paying little mind to the hair that covered it and thus also went into his eye as he rubbed. Finally, after shuffling forward a few more steps, he came to the side of the icy river, plopping himself down at it's side without much care at all. Curling his legs in toward his body, the sandy male leaned forward, blinking tiredly. One hand dropped toward the surface of the water, to scoop it up, but just as it was about to plunge beneath the surface he stopped. He blinked once, twice, and the third time that his eyes closed and reopened, tears streamed out. His breath hitched suddenly, catching in his throat, and he choked out a sob. He jerked his hand away from the water, spinning himself away from facing it, and buried his face into his hands to cry. He couldn't even look at himself. |