PeterJK

He was born on a day that rain will ever rule. So near to death but alive he struggled with, even now, his features showing. Two black lines ran down his back never faltering. Upon reaching his face they turned back and round as if to frame him; instead it created a heart unclosed which was perfectly apt as he never could run out of love to give to all. Greying at birth with flecks of white. His ice blue eyes forever darting between thickets and movement. He sought no friends but simply to entrance all others to happiness with movement and actions. In truth no higher thought came into this; he just did. And to his credit no one left without

He was born on a day that rain will ever rule. So near to death but alive he struggled with, even now, his features showing. Two black lines ran down his back never faltering. Upon reaching his face they turned back and round as if to frame him; instead it created a heart unclosed which was perfectly apt as he never could run out of love to give to all. Greying at birth with flecks of white. His ice blue eyes forever darting between thickets and movement. He sought no friends but simply to entrance all others to happiness with movement and actions. In truth no higher thought came into this; he just did. And to his credit no one left without

She chose her seat and sat down. Her silken dress shimmered slightly in the halflight as she set her glass on the sidetable next to her. She was nervous, knowing he was in the next room, knowing how she felt about him. Minutes passed and anticipation gave way to nerves. To shake them off she stood up to get a better look at the room she was waiting in. A bookcase stood by the window neatly stacked with the 'great' writers of time; in fact a few books lay in a pile at the base of the unit with pages folded for markers. Futher along the room was his drinks cabinet with a broken open hatch so all the spirits were displayed; she wondered if he b