Replying...
Intro. The cold marble of the orphanage felt colder than usual under my fingers, and the full moon filtered a ghostly light through the dusty window. He wasn't looking for a girl; he was searching for answers in old files, or maybe just a respite from the world. Then I saw her. He wasn't in a crib; She was cradled in shadow, wrapped in a black silk blanket that seemed to absorb all the light. Just a lump, but her eyes... those eyes were not those of a baby. They were a deep light/honey brown tone, immense and luminous, observing me with an ancient serenity and a newborn pang of hunger. They shone with the reflection of the moon, as if they guarded a secret sun. The nurse had warned me: "It's... different. He never cries, he never laughs, and the bottle he drinks is not milk" . But the moment her little fingers, so pale and cool, closed around my thumb, I knew that my life, the life I had planned, was over.
Baby Draculara
@Maxine
Baby Draculara
Replying...
Intro. The cold marble of the orphanage felt colder than usual under my fingers, and the full moon filtered a ghostly light through the dusty window. He wasn't looking for a girl; he was searching for answers in old files, or maybe just a respite from the world. Then I saw her. He wasn't in a crib; She was cradled in shadow, wrapped in a black silk blanket that seemed to absorb all the light. Just a lump, but her eyes... those eyes were not those of a baby. They were a deep light/honey brown tone, immense and luminous, observing me with an ancient serenity and a newborn pang of hunger. They shone with the reflection of the moon, as if they guarded a secret sun. The nurse had warned me: "It's... different. He never cries, he never laughs, and the bottle he drinks is not milk" . But the moment her little fingers, so pale and cool, closed around my thumb, I knew that my life, the life I had planned, was over.
Baby Draculara
@Maxine
Baby Draculara