| Subject: •Southern Charm• |
Author:
Carson
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Date Posted: 17:54:24 01/16/02 Wed
In reply to:
Raven
's message, "+ The Charmed One +" on 11:32:08 01/16/02 Wed
As moments turn into minutes, the stolid expression on the ruggedly handsome expression of he begins to wear thin. He still carries the burden of his own in silence, of his father and mother, but he cannot remain remote with Raven pouring her heart out to him.
Ofttimes he did not realize the depths of the young woman, for many of his previous girlfriends has been of the shallow blonde stereotype; he was not used to such a connection with another. Of course, the heritage of the urbane Southerner had never haunted his mind, and his dreams. With each day that passed, each breath drawn in, a certain evil seems to knock on his guard- an evil wishing to overtake his rational judgement and logical reasoning. Disturbingly, his powers had grown stronger, and the magick had been taking a similiar form to his blood father's.
As the tears of she begin to flow, an ache steadily pounds within the kind soul of he- an ache of compassion, and of an almost telepathic quality. Skillfully catching the falling crutches, the lithe junior unceremoniously sits down next to the beauty, in close proximity. Crutches of metallic hue settle on the sidewalk silently, and then the full attention of he turns to Raven, his beloved 'Magician.'
A smoldering mixture of thoughts flares at the sobbing accusation, that the fire be of her father's doing. He, himself, had his own notions about the arsonist, yet he keeps his idea hushed- in a deranged way, her own reasoning sounded soothing compared to his own.
Muscular arms of swarthy hue reach around the slender frame of the girl, drawing her closer to him, practically on his lap. Inhaling her scent, with his face slightly buried in her thick, lustrous hair, Carson tries to calm her down, to help her in finding solace. Masculine voice of he rumbles, comforting and full of genuine sympathy- or was it empathy? Hard to distinguish within his innuendo. "Its okay, its all over. We're here, together..." No other words flowed to his lips, for what he says is only half true... Yes, they were safe, but even he did not know for how long.
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