| The day was starting to wear thin, the veil of daylight falling to show the moon and stars. That pale grey gaze lifted skyward, above him the night sky was already clear, but towards the horizon it was still a beautiful mixture of blue, red, and pink. His blonde hair fell down to his shoulder-blades, an agreement with his mother to finally grow it out, but he kept it back in a strict ponytail. His face was forever in a mask of solemn thought, only his close family ever got to see that dazzling grin of his. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he felt his sister calling for him, strong jaw setting against the foolish bursts of energy that was his sister. He slowly turned to head home, all 6'6 of him, with a build too much like his father's and his "uncle's". It seemed Blade's son was quite a work of art for the parents he was born to, far too much like his father at times. "I beh comin' Danica." |