let them see your black heart, baby

China Rose Lykoi · 03-17-2011, 10:11 AM

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As if drawn to the wonderful scene like magic, the heavy hoof-falls of Lennon announced Sage's approach. China had grown quite fond of the horse her sister had adopted into their small vagabond family; it was no longer strange to her, to see the giant fourlegged beast meandering about near their temporary cave home. He was very handsome, and when spring came, China had chattered to her darker sister about braiding his long hair with all sort of beautiful things.

But not even the horse's arrival could deviate her gaze from the portrait of her brother. Micah, her mind spoke blankly, cerulean eyes still staring at the young man. Sage mauled him with one of her famous hugs, but the silvery girl hung back - not out of nervousness, but because she was irrationally battling with the urge to weep. Unable to fight it, the silvery girl felt great big, fat teardrops slide down her cheeks. She attempted to hide them by burrowing her face into her younger brother's hide when he hugged her, but they kept coming.

Swiping at the moisture with the back of one of her blushing hands, China managed a watery smile. "Oh, Micah Sunrise," she crooned, clearly still in shock about seeing her brother almost on Inferni soil, "How handsome you've become!" And it was true - As she had been the first of the sisters to leave, she had been away from him the longest, and up until now it seemed as though she hadn't noticed how desperately she had missed him. But the aching hole where their father had been was red and raw, and Micah's face made her long for him even more.

Dashing away the tears, irritable because they kept blurring her vision of the salt-and-pepper male, the coyote Fae pulled her face back into another wan smile at the mention of Clover. "Clover is here, of course she is. You'll see her. We'll be together again!" The end of her sentence was lost to a small sob that could have been deliriously happy, or really quite heartbroken. With China, who always seemed to wear her heart on her sleeve, it was often difficult to tell. Needing the support, the girl grasped for her sister's hand. Long forgotten, the joint that had been smoldering between her fingertips was put to her mouth as an act of habit. Micah had never seemed as fond of the stuff as the three sisters, but then again, he had always been the black sheep of the family.

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