She looks at him like he's hung the moon -- her wayward pilot, her prodigal son. He'll have to leave her soon, something she truly regrets, but in the meantime, she wants to show him everything that she has to offer.
The avatar keeps skipping rocks, tosses them in one after another, though as he draws close, she'll pause and turn. She is familiar yet entirely foreign at the same time and a smile pulls at her lips -- she knows him, better than anyone.
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timeasmymeasure
it is entirely possible, though I'm in Jax |D also sorry for my slow wow
Date: 2013-10-06 05:41 am (UTC)She looks at him like he's hung the moon -- her wayward pilot, her prodigal son. He'll have to leave her soon, something she truly regrets, but in the meantime, she wants to show him everything that she has to offer.
The avatar keeps skipping rocks, tosses them in one after another, though as he draws close, she'll pause and turn. She is familiar yet entirely foreign at the same time and a smile pulls at her lips -- she knows him, better than anyone.