Aurore Devareaux

priceless

conditions

Hearts

neuter

Sidhe

wee folk

Doughnut

half

Hard Tail

pearls

Devon Burke wedged himself into the lacking space betwixt Sabastian and Christophe, mindful of the babe curled in slumber. Quick eyes checked immediate area before he leaned to leader's ear. "He's been watchin' the lot o' us real close like, tis discomfertin' fer true. Don'na say a word, jus' be givin' us tha' look like he be starin' into an' readin' our souls...." Sabastian nodded silently. "Like he be knowin' an' tryin' to be gettin' us to owe up." "Oui... I will handle it." Response was just above whisper. Devon stared ahead for a beat in time, listening to the rainfall batter the roofing above, " Ye know he won't be lettin' it lay an' me an' the lads are at a loss in how we should be helpin'..." A sidelong glance was delivered, " Keep yourselves still as you have, nothing will happen here." Reaching into the depths of still damp coat, Irishman produced a flask. Opening it with deft application, it was then proffered to near companions. Without, the wind's angry howl was beginning to give ground.

Aurore made feeble attempt at smile, holding the rail firmly for added support of reluctant stance. Olive eyes kept planking below as centered attention, there was no desire to glance about further. Letting go of wooden mooring, she allowed herself over to husband's whim.

Aurore's senses were on fire, instinctually reaching out to gage the unknown. What was currently viewed in proxy could be called no less than inspiring...Yet, in distant view lurked the next line of charge. Her thoughts turned inland, and the welfare of those held dear gnawed at the core of her soul. Suddenly overwhelmed by combinations of the ship's motion and unsettled nerves, Aurore broke away from attentive husband, gaining closest rail. Her stomach had not overmuch to offer the sea below, but what was given bore earnest intention.

Post Apocalyptic

Venezia (Venice)

City of Lights

Gia

Sabastian sat in deep contemplation of what had been whispered by Basque form. The child, long asleep in cradled embrace, stirred lightly then resumed former pursuit unruffled. Chosen shelter had come to resemble a paddock packed full on market day. Though it had not become unbearable, one would be hard pressed to traverse its' length without careful effort. Occasionally, Sabastian would break lethargically from inner meditations; dark eyes traveling the surrounds as they had for the endurance of many hours. Oil lamp glow would caress lupin features with lover's touch, daring the deep brown fall of unrestrained tress. Christophe kept steadfast silence after initial announcement to Beggar Prince, his stoic poise now and again being disrupted by the shadows of his thoughts; water pool gathering about his seating as if in primal worship. Andre' passed close with intermittent timing, his eyes and that of sibling's locking briefly without offer of verbose, before Rye's onward moving. Any confrontation would be stymied until later time and different local. Wind and rain continued intrepid desire to gain entrance within. Aqua battering ram sure on its' intents and air howling ever encouragement. Youthful Charge stirred again, shifting slightly in the claws of some unknown dreamscape. Sabastian moved carefully, repositioning tender burden, his eyes caught by the sight of remaining Sheas. The play of light and shadow gave slight start to his mind's eye as focus was drawn to Niahm. It could have been said that swarth tinctured features paled a degree. On the stage presented, as the Tempest worked hard to show its' rule, illuminations and their darker counterparts, painted ghostly likeness of Molly, now departed, on the canvas of seven and ten year expression. Eternity passed before he found the ability to exhale.

saute'

Take The Weather With You ~ Jimmy Buffett

creme doux (sweet cream)

langastino

opera

polarity

attraction