"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a 座位 on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of 问题 written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. 你 and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in 搜索 of the answer to the 问题 I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile 由 the question. Then again, I must be imagining all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my 心 yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my 心 wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know 你 were an assassin, that 你 were killed 由 them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart 你 are so young, 你 can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want 你 to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault 你 had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I 搜索 for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my 心 open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch 你 as 你 fell and teach 你 how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for 你 forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And 你 can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who 你 can trust. Isn't there someone 你 love, Aryess? Someone 你 want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a 座位 on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of 问题 written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. 你 and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in 搜索 of the answer to the 问题 I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile 由 the question. Then again, I must be imagining all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my 心 yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my 心 wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know 你 were an assassin, that 你 were killed 由 them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart 你 are so young, 你 can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want 你 to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault 你 had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I 搜索 for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my 心 open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch 你 as 你 fell and teach 你 how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for 你 forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And 你 can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who 你 can trust. Isn't there someone 你 love, Aryess? Someone 你 want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
Picture of Adam Lake
Villain
Name: Blake Douglas
Alias: Kid Devil
Age: 16
Occupation: Villain
Powers: Blood bending, acrobatics, hand-to-hand combat
Past:Blake was introduced to crime at the age of 4, when his parents gave into robbing for money. At age 7 Blake joined Riddler in his fight against Batman, at age 9 Blade watched and helped his new teammate Jessica, train. Now, at age 16, Blake hopes for the 日 that Jess returns to villainous side of humanity.
Other: Riddlers first apprentice
-Keeps a 刀 in his boot
-Dated Jess before she left.
-DON'T ask him about his Alias...it's a bad idea.
Civvies
Jess and Blake
Lana
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, 橙子, 橙色 eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being 给 into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a 年 later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after 阅读 a note left with the heir loom 由 her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.
Arwin's staff
This is a small announcement, I only post this 文章 beceas the new 潮流粉丝俱乐部 system is so broken Thad I can't even poste any 墙 posts 或者 图片 anymore. so to the announcement.
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o 更多 often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o 更多 often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)
Some of Tyrion's troops
Mafia -what she wore-
Nothing to do with the article, but it's cute~!
