Forums » General Roleplay » San Diego Selkie,And Strange Happenings(1x1)

He sadly couldn't smell them.The only sences of his he had left out of the five was sight, and hearing.Not touch, not taste, not smell..

She laughed softly "I think they're pretty. They must be fresh."

He looked down at them."I will admit they are pretty."

"This is the first time you've used a positive adjective." She laughed quietly.

He smiled slightly looking at the flowers.Like it was the best thing ever."the first?"

"Besides cool, yes. Besides pretty is much nicer." She smiled at him.

A faint grey liquid like thing streamed down his cheek, it ascent exactly a tear, but it could relate..

Willow smiled "Here" She said as she took the flowers and set them on the grave. "Its pretty" she said softly

He walked over to his grave and looked at it,The spirit standing before the body.It was a little epic if you thought about it.
Vexis Knight
1993-2012
it read, And then the pretty roses.

"Hey, you and I are the same age. Technically." she laughed softly.

"I'm 19...." he said.It appeared his birthday was December 12th, and he died on a January 2nd.

"Oh nevermind, sorry. My bad." She said blushing slightly out of embarrasment.

He shook his head, "i-its nothing" he said meaning it wasent worth apologizing.He noticed tiny markings on the very bottom of the grave.He layed on his stomach so he could read it, curious.It didn't look like it was made into the grave by a professional. A fathers light, a mothers pride and joy. A mother who once held her baby close and secure, who would risk everything to keep it safe,A father who pats his little boy when his son shows him something grand.A precious gift, a one to keep, a one to cherish, no matter what it may take.Rainy days, and moonlit nights, treasured heavens radiant brilliance.I hope he's safe, I hope he's fine.But one day my final seconds will pass, and that pure white glow will come for me.Someday I will see my son, and I will be glad ~ Vladimir Knight.

She watched him curiously. What was going on?

"My fathers handwriting..." was all he said.

"Oh. Well, that proves that somebody visited your grave." she smiled softly hoping that was the right thing to say.

He wasent sure how to feel.Glad somebody had visited his grave, or sad that he had caused his parents to mourn over his death.He layed there, looking at the writting..over..,and over..and over again.

"I think it's sweet that your father took the time to write you something. That was very considerate."

"Me and my father got along very well.I remembering being a kid, him playing ball with me, and bandaging my wounds whenever I fell and hurt myself." He looked down, and crossed his arms laying his chin on his crossed arms."He was my best friend.." he said, now that a tear jurker.Notice he didn't say 'one of' before best friend.

Willow was glad tears didn't transform her because she felt them welling in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. Maybe it was because she had never been close to her parents, or maybe it was because she was sad Vex had to leave him behind.