03-18-2010, 05:31 PM
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Baibai!
I am a part of all that I have met
The chocolate male turned and left abruptly, seemingly emotionless, leaving his sister (though only in blood, now, and not in mind) confused. She could not decide whether to be offended, worried or just leave it at nothing and think nothing of it. Emerald eyes stared at his secui form as he moved away from her, nostrils taking in his scent as he walked away; how it slowly disappeared into air, along with her confusion. In the end she would just leave him alone. In the end they were both alone. She, too, turned when he was out of sight, and soon her attention was back on her children, doting on them and telling them about their uncle; their strange uncle with strange scars and even stranger behavior. She knew very well that he had changed since she first arrived here, but was oblivious to the degree of it. Perhaps there was nothing wrong in her not knowing him, for she would die still thinking of him affectionately, still seeing her baby brother in his damned and scarred form. Ignorance is bliss, and though her mind was far from blissful at the thought of him, it was miles away from being as scared as it would have been had she known the truth.
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Baibai!
The chocolate male turned and left abruptly, seemingly emotionless, leaving his sister (though only in blood, now, and not in mind) confused. She could not decide whether to be offended, worried or just leave it at nothing and think nothing of it. Emerald eyes stared at his secui form as he moved away from her, nostrils taking in his scent as he walked away; how it slowly disappeared into air, along with her confusion. In the end she would just leave him alone. In the end they were both alone. She, too, turned when he was out of sight, and soon her attention was back on her children, doting on them and telling them about their uncle; their strange uncle with strange scars and even stranger behavior. She knew very well that he had changed since she first arrived here, but was oblivious to the degree of it. Perhaps there was nothing wrong in her not knowing him, for she would die still thinking of him affectionately, still seeing her baby brother in his damned and scarred form. Ignorance is bliss, and though her mind was far from blissful at the thought of him, it was miles away from being as scared as it would have been had she known the truth.