we are the monsters under your bed

Talitha de le Poer · 08-17-2011, 07:55 AM

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Another day with her three children left in the care of her cousin and his silent-but-watchful patient afforded her the chance to do what she'd been putting off. With painting in hand, she made her way around the caves in search of the golden man who was her brother — the path from her den to his was familiar enough that she was afforded time to daydream on the way. With her father living in the guesthouse, she wondered if he really needed the comfort of a cave anymore — for days, she'd been contemplating moving herself from her own and into his, where they had lived as children and where lost memories hid beneath the stone. A shake of her head dispelled the idea. She'd speak to Ezekiel about it, maybe he would have more insight, as he often did.

Rounding the corner of another den brought her close enought to see the Aquila, and somber features lit up with something akin to joy that, while managing to infiltrate her mother's crimson eyes, seemed misplaced on the features of the newly made Centurion. Her steps became quicker, more determined as fingers tapped against the solid surface of the wood she'd painted their likenesses on. She tried to keep her approach short. As another voice sounded, younger and unfamiliar to the autumn-hued de le Poer, she halted in place and sought out the source.

It wasn't hard to find and caused her features to twist in disgust and confusion. A wolf? Bounding around on her land, as if it belonged there? What game was Ezekiel playing?

"What is that, Ezekiel...?"

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