NO MITHER | SORCHA Jul 21, 2021 22:38:29 GMT
Post by ADRIEL 'MAX' RUTHERFORD on Jul 21, 2021 22:38:29 GMT
[attr="class","main"]Torridon's heart flickered and danced deep within the stone cradle on the far edge of the room. A freak chill had crawled its way through the highlands before sprinting into the valley like a beast on the hunt, sending a ferocious shiver down every bone despite the height of summer. Turning tides in climate something every person on Earth was now accustomed to and maybe a symbol from the Gods that other things were to change. Recent accusations from granddaughters turned war veterans and children who's memories had been erased for safety plagued his heart. The tormenting reminder that kisses once trained across his jawline in search of tired lips that carried the wings of other cultures through verse and breath. A dream once shared and torn apart by them both in separate ways. A precious secret he'd kept under lock and key save for a few very very close friends both of whom had been victim to the girl captured in his hearts' memory. Kingston no longer able to support and guide and Alilah always victim to her husband's inability to even off a single apology as he tore down every wall, his claws fuelled by pride. Max, on the other hand, felt as if he would split away and tear at the seams. The decision to seek the council of his mother a rare one, even rarer than Jasper turning to him in his hour of need and he could count those instances on one hand. He knew where he got that particular trait from, at least. Still, was locking him away behind mahogany walls best for everyone including himself or... was his father simply afraid that little reflections of his mother's fire would burst into a force able to tear down forests and homes? Jackson had the mind of a killer, but Jasper had the heart of one - their father's mind a shamble of apprehension and self-doubt. Max threw himself into the large armchair his favourite in youth. "Have you spoken to Azrael?" he enquired, sinking into the back of the seat as he did so. "He should be heading back to Wiltshire within the fortnight... if he wants to."
LAIKA OF GS!