"Noëlle, come inside! Dinner's almost ready!
Michael returned to the pot filling the quant house with the aroma of beef and caramelize onions. He ladled sopa into the ceramic bowls, sprinkled in croutons, and smothered them both in Comté before setting the bowls in the oven. When a pair of bare feet was still absent from the kitchen, the man turned off the forno and went back to the cozinha door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard or the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his bainha cinto, correia and darted out the door. He unfurled his dark wings, ready to take to the dusk sky, but paused and looked back towards the small celeiro crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting por the time he reached the barn. The celeiro door flew open under his shove. "Noëlle?" he shouted.
"Ici!" a small voice called from above. A girl stuck her head over the edge of the hay-loft with a wide smile. Her skin had grown dark and freckled from the sun, though not nearly as dark as her mother's had been. Her hair was the same shining umber, but far less curly. She was a conglomerate of her parent's looks even if her personality was far different than either Maivus' or Aleksander's. In the back of his mind was Michael's curiosity over how her twin would have looked and acted.
"Noëy, sweetheart, I've been calling you," the man reprimanded in French.
"I was playing with the kittens," the nine-year old explained matter-of-factly. She read her care-taker's expression as he crossed his arms and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Uncle Mike."
"You know you're supposed to come back to the front yard por dusk," he chided with a soft smile at her guilty nod. "All right, come on down."
The child's head disappeared a moment before her bare meia feet appeared searching for the wooden ladder rungs. Noëlle started to climb down slowly with one hand tucked to her chest rather than on the ladder. Before Michael could ask what was in her hand, one meia foot caught her yellow flowered dress, and the girl lost her hold. She barely got a scream out before her "uncle" caught her, his ebony wings sending dust motes and straw into a frenzy. The man landed gently with the child wrapped in his arms--and saw the startled calico kitten tucked close to her chest. With a sigh, Michael folded his legs and sat on the dirt floor with the teary-eyed girl in his lap. "Noëy, you know you can't take that baby with you," he reminded her, reluctant to do so when he could feel her trembling in his arms. "She needs to be with his mother and siblings."
"But we've taken gatinhos into the house before!" she argued stubbornly even as she wiped tears from her flushed cheeks.
"But those were orphans, without their parents to take care of them," Michael explained gently. Still pouting, the child nodded reluctantly. Her caretaker stood and leapt, reaching the loft with a stroke of his wings, and sat on the edge while Noëlle released the mewing calico to stumble back to her anxious mother. For a moment, the two sat together, watching the tiny fluff balls clamber over one another in procurar of the most comfortable position in the heap while their mother contently mussed their pele, peles with dutiful licks. Eventually the little girl turned her head to look up at her uncle, and the thoughtful pinch of her brow reminded him distinctly of her father. "Uncle Mike, am I an orphan, since I don't have any parents?"
The pergunta was like a kick to Michael's gut. He focused every ounce of will power on not showing the pain on his face, though his wings instinctively curled inward to shield the child in his lap from the forces behind the inquisition. "No, mon ange, of course not," he assured once he found his voice. "Your papa is alive and loves you very much. He has to take care of some things in America before he can come to live with us. We've talked about this, remember?"
The child sat back against her caretaker with a sigh, looking towards the mother cat and her babies. "But he's been gone forever, Uncle…What if he never comes back?"
"He will," Michael assured automatically. When Noëlle kept her longing gaze affixed on the feline family, he picked up the girl and set her on a feno bale, kneeling to be eye level. "Noëy, you will never be an orphan. You will ALWAYS have me and my love, no matter what, understand?"
"Even if Papa never comes back?" When he hesitated, hoping to correct her, Noëlle threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. "Promise!"
His arms instinctively, protectively wrapped around her. "I promise, sweetheart." There was a finality to the promise that made his coração feel heavy in his chest, but the girl shot up, a grin lighting up her eyes and dissipating his disdain.
"Okay," she agreed, hopping up. "Can we eat jantar now? I'm starving!"
"Of course. Let me help you down the ladder." The man stood and climbed down from the feno loft, then reached up and lowered his ward to the floor. She trotted to the celeiro door before realizing he had gone back up the ladder. "Uncle Mike!" she called. "What are you doing?"
There was a myriad of squeaks and mews in answer before the winged man came back down the ladder with an egg basket on his arm. Within was nestled the mound of kitten. Noëlle's eyes lit up, and before she could worry over the mother cat, the calico appeared at the topo, início of the ladder. She balanced at the topo, início a moment before leaping cleanly to the dirt floor, as if she had performed the same action a dozen times in pursuit of mice, and trotted after the man carrying her gatinhos in one arm and the little girl on his shoulder. He may not have been her father, but Michael could ensure with all his might that the little girl would always feel the amor of an entire family.
Michael returned to the pot filling the quant house with the aroma of beef and caramelize onions. He ladled sopa into the ceramic bowls, sprinkled in croutons, and smothered them both in Comté before setting the bowls in the oven. When a pair of bare feet was still absent from the kitchen, the man turned off the forno and went back to the cozinha door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard or the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his bainha cinto, correia and darted out the door. He unfurled his dark wings, ready to take to the dusk sky, but paused and looked back towards the small celeiro crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting por the time he reached the barn. The celeiro door flew open under his shove. "Noëlle?" he shouted.
"Ici!" a small voice called from above. A girl stuck her head over the edge of the hay-loft with a wide smile. Her skin had grown dark and freckled from the sun, though not nearly as dark as her mother's had been. Her hair was the same shining umber, but far less curly. She was a conglomerate of her parent's looks even if her personality was far different than either Maivus' or Aleksander's. In the back of his mind was Michael's curiosity over how her twin would have looked and acted.
"Noëy, sweetheart, I've been calling you," the man reprimanded in French.
"I was playing with the kittens," the nine-year old explained matter-of-factly. She read her care-taker's expression as he crossed his arms and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Uncle Mike."
"You know you're supposed to come back to the front yard por dusk," he chided with a soft smile at her guilty nod. "All right, come on down."
The child's head disappeared a moment before her bare meia feet appeared searching for the wooden ladder rungs. Noëlle started to climb down slowly with one hand tucked to her chest rather than on the ladder. Before Michael could ask what was in her hand, one meia foot caught her yellow flowered dress, and the girl lost her hold. She barely got a scream out before her "uncle" caught her, his ebony wings sending dust motes and straw into a frenzy. The man landed gently with the child wrapped in his arms--and saw the startled calico kitten tucked close to her chest. With a sigh, Michael folded his legs and sat on the dirt floor with the teary-eyed girl in his lap. "Noëy, you know you can't take that baby with you," he reminded her, reluctant to do so when he could feel her trembling in his arms. "She needs to be with his mother and siblings."
"But we've taken gatinhos into the house before!" she argued stubbornly even as she wiped tears from her flushed cheeks.
"But those were orphans, without their parents to take care of them," Michael explained gently. Still pouting, the child nodded reluctantly. Her caretaker stood and leapt, reaching the loft with a stroke of his wings, and sat on the edge while Noëlle released the mewing calico to stumble back to her anxious mother. For a moment, the two sat together, watching the tiny fluff balls clamber over one another in procurar of the most comfortable position in the heap while their mother contently mussed their pele, peles with dutiful licks. Eventually the little girl turned her head to look up at her uncle, and the thoughtful pinch of her brow reminded him distinctly of her father. "Uncle Mike, am I an orphan, since I don't have any parents?"
The pergunta was like a kick to Michael's gut. He focused every ounce of will power on not showing the pain on his face, though his wings instinctively curled inward to shield the child in his lap from the forces behind the inquisition. "No, mon ange, of course not," he assured once he found his voice. "Your papa is alive and loves you very much. He has to take care of some things in America before he can come to live with us. We've talked about this, remember?"
The child sat back against her caretaker with a sigh, looking towards the mother cat and her babies. "But he's been gone forever, Uncle…What if he never comes back?"
"He will," Michael assured automatically. When Noëlle kept her longing gaze affixed on the feline family, he picked up the girl and set her on a feno bale, kneeling to be eye level. "Noëy, you will never be an orphan. You will ALWAYS have me and my love, no matter what, understand?"
"Even if Papa never comes back?" When he hesitated, hoping to correct her, Noëlle threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. "Promise!"
His arms instinctively, protectively wrapped around her. "I promise, sweetheart." There was a finality to the promise that made his coração feel heavy in his chest, but the girl shot up, a grin lighting up her eyes and dissipating his disdain.
"Okay," she agreed, hopping up. "Can we eat jantar now? I'm starving!"
"Of course. Let me help you down the ladder." The man stood and climbed down from the feno loft, then reached up and lowered his ward to the floor. She trotted to the celeiro door before realizing he had gone back up the ladder. "Uncle Mike!" she called. "What are you doing?"
There was a myriad of squeaks and mews in answer before the winged man came back down the ladder with an egg basket on his arm. Within was nestled the mound of kitten. Noëlle's eyes lit up, and before she could worry over the mother cat, the calico appeared at the topo, início of the ladder. She balanced at the topo, início a moment before leaping cleanly to the dirt floor, as if she had performed the same action a dozen times in pursuit of mice, and trotted after the man carrying her gatinhos in one arm and the little girl on his shoulder. He may not have been her father, but Michael could ensure with all his might that the little girl would always feel the amor of an entire family.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog engradado, caixa he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the descrição from Robin_Love, but the seguinte Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mural posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mural posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!