| Subject: *Lift* |
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King Kyrvik
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Date Posted: 10:46:03 03/11/02 Mon
In reply to:
Aryian
's message, "~Daddy~" on 10:38:37 03/11/02 Mon
*he looks at her and lifts her into his arms, he whipes away the lipstick Constance had gotten on him and loks at his daughter, he kisses her forhead and hugs her* It's ok baby, its ok... *his eyes move to Braeden's once again, then reutns to Ary* You go with your mother my litle deamon, and I promise I wont leave without saying goodbye, but you go with your mother and you make sure you take care of her and yoru brother my little deamon *he kisses her forhead once more and moves across the rom to Braeden, his dark gaze travels to Celesta, there is no plea in his eyes, just sheer pain, though it is thre it is carefully gaurded, though he uses his other hand to whipe away the tear he hands Aryian back to Braeden longing to hold her, though he knew he wouldnt, perhaps never would again, the decision was hers, and he wold not try to influence it, he ran his hand through Ary's black hair once and moved away from teh three, gaze cast outside momentarily to the darkening night, then bakc to the inhabitants of the room*
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