(P) Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday

Micah Sunrise Lykoi · 03-23-2011, 08:54 PM

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@_@ So... many... threads...

Ears perked at the foreign language — surely his sisters would have gotten terribly excited and distracted by it, but not he, no, he was not like them, no, but my it was lovely-sounding to his ears — but before Micah could ask what those words meant, the dark-furred stranger delved into a fairytale. His attention held, Micah opened his chocolate eyes wide at Gotham's words, soaking them in one by one, all the while the Italian still whispering in the back of his mind.

It was a ghost story, Micah realized, only a few lines in; the Lykoi could easily predict its outcome, and yet at its end the male realized his fur stood on end and his tail had tucked away. It was a love story, wasn't it? How could something meant to be so beautiful, turn out to be so terrifying?

And on that note, how could a grand castle built as a gift of love, age into something so eerie? At the mention of wandering ghosts, Micah sunk into his shoulders; his eyes darted from side to side and he backed up against the wall. Much about ghosts frightened him — not for just the story, but for the fact that they had indeed haunted even he. His hatred for his father was not founded only on his sister's murder — it was founded on the fact that Storm Lily was always with him, one way or another. She showed herself at times, whispering horrors all of Juniper Peace would wail in fear of. It terrified him; she was not a humble guardian or a protective older sister, she was a ghoul. She was a reminder, a terror.

"Re-re-really?" he stammered, then caught himself and puffed up his chest. A clearing of the throat. "Ghosts aren't so bad," Micah determined. "We should do it."

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