KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH
09-08-2013, 02:11 PM
The grimace that distorted her brother?s peach countenance as his pupils located their mother discouraged the anxious tyke and her vague features succumbed to a confused frown, attention dancing back towards the pallid sovereign to double-check that she hadn?t mistaken an outsider for her mother, the frown only chiseling further into her visage as she came to the conclusion that this was undoubtedly the woman that had spawned her. Through her peripheral view, she saw the dappled tyke look back upon her and she allowed her mismatched gaze to turn back upon him in return, pupils searching his perplexed features desperately for a sign of recognition, failing to discover any. Instead, words of rejection cascaded from his velvet lips, forcing the porcelain viper?s ears to press against her crown with evident disappointment, pupils averting away from his countenance to dart back towards the slumbering form of her mother ? not his. He questioned her logic but the babe could only bob her skull solemnly in response, confusion building rapidly within her as she pondered the situation at hand, uncertain as to whether or not Oberon?s true mother actually commanded her own militants or if the tyke had been deceitful with the intentions of impressing her. Why did you lie? the child questioned vehemently, frustrated and confused all the same that he would try to convince her that he was of royal blood when he obviously did not share her genes. Disappointment and hurt breached the babe and she looked upon the male disdainfully, expecting an immediate and logical explanation as to why he would fabricate such a cruel lie. speech |
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