If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn
05-03-2016, 09:49 PM
Ice blue eyes looked up, the faintest movement catching his attention for but a moment. Was he seeing things? Had he become that old that he was going senile? Narrowing his eyes, he strained his vision as he tried to peer through the darkness, the only light cast by the moon reflecting on the waters surface. He scented the air, but the smell of water and moss was stronger. He debated whether or not he should investigate, but would it be wise? Well, why not? There was nothing out there that scared him. He had nothing to lose, he'd already lost everything.
Picking himself up from the rock, the aged male bounded slowly back to the banks, senses on alert as the moon made his form look ghostly in its light. He didn't have to go far before a small figure caught his attention, the moon cast it's shadow upon the silver form. Upon seeing her, the male froze. "Alice?" No. It couldn't be. She was dead. Was he dreaming? Had he gone so far off the deep end that he was seeing things? Without realizing it, a low growl rumbled in his throat. Hackles raising as he tensed up. |
