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Mar 17, 2012 07:36AM
((De Loony property for anywhere else you can think of - the when is more to do with the time travelling children, etc.))
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The Future -
Two young men were walking through a dry field, the grass which grew there had once been green and lush, but now had turned to be brown and prickly, no longer giving as it once had and snapping underfoot. They had come to this place to speak privately, away from others that may try to interfere.
"I understand that this is important, but why do I? Why does it have to be me?" The first man asked, irritation in his dark eyes. He was be all means not unhandsome, with highbrow and cheekbones, a straight, strong nose and sharp jawline that was covered in stubble giving him a rougish ruggedness as his dark brown hair fell in thick spiralling locks to hang around neck length.
At this time, the plains of his face were flat, smooth, save the worried crease of his brow; this was clearly an expression that the man, perhaps around twenty, did not show often as the outer-corners of his eyes seemed to itch with the desire for this to be over and for him to be laughing once more.
"Because you're the only one that I know of that has this, but can control it well enough," the second man replied. "I'm sorry, but it has to be you."
This man was a little shorter than the first, but not by much. His steely grey-blue eyes showed that he was indeed sorry for the situation he was asking the other man to go into, but had a hardness in them that spoke of how this task must be done, that there was no other way and that was business. Although he appeared near the same age as the first man, perhaps a few years older, his eyes also betrayed that he had seen more winters than his general appearance suggested.
"Please, can you not find another?" The first man near begged. "You know that she would not like this."
"She will understand," the other replied. "She was there, along with me - twice."
"Which is maybe why she never returned, Josh. Have you ever thought of that?" The younger's tone now illustrated his annoyance at the request.
"She does not return by her own choice. She wants to live here and now," Josh told him calmly. "Please, I am asking you to do this not for me, but for you and your family-"
"You are part of my family," he interrupted.
Josh gave a small, if slightly sad, smile, continuing. "If you do not, then..." He shook his head, "You know what."
The first man sighed, then nodded heavily. "Fine, I'll do it for her," he agreed.
"Good," Josh nodded. "Thank you. I'll meet you back here. You know when."
With that, he vanished, leaving the other alone, thinking of the situation he had now agreed to face.
The Present -
Josh was waiting at the same point as where he had spoken with the other man not so long ago to him, but would be speaking with in perhaps near one score year hence.
The scenery was the same, but the grass at this time was still lush and green, dew clinging to the blades as the sun had risen maybe an hour before.
"Thank you," he nodded, turning to face the other man who had just appeared a few feet behind him. He knew that he was there as the air seemed to shift slightly, undectable to those who could not sense it so finely. "It would seem that your timing was a little out, though."
"Oh? How do you mean?" The man raised a dark eyebrow in a mixture of curiousity and amusement.
"I've been standing here since the sun rose," Josh smiled jokingly. "It's good to see you."
"Well, perhaps you should return home more often," the other suggested, his tone humourous but tinted with sorrow at the fact of how little he saw of his superior.
"You know that this is where Skylah is," Josh reminded him.
"Your girlfriend before any other, how sweet," he laughed, a mischevious twinkle in his eye.
"Ah, see that is where you are wrong," Josh smirked knowingly.
"But of course!" The man cried. "This is just past the time when you proposed to her. Congratulations, mon frère."
Josh rolled his eyes, "Linguistic show-off," he muttered.
This just made the young man laugh more. After a moment of letting things settle to a comfortable seriousness, he asked, "My cover is still as before, yes?"
"Yes," Josh nodded. "Come on, I don't want to risk people knowing too much of this right now. We need to get back." He grabbed the man's arm and flitted them from there, vanishing in the morning's first golden rays.
Two young men were walking through a dry field, the grass which grew there had once been green and lush, but now had turned to be brown and prickly, no longer giving as it once had and snapping underfoot. They had come to this place to speak privately, away from others that may try to interfere.
"I understand that this is important, but why do I? Why does it have to be me?" The first man asked, irritation in his dark eyes. He was be all means not unhandsome, with highbrow and cheekbones, a straight, strong nose and sharp jawline that was covered in stubble giving him a rougish ruggedness as his dark brown hair fell in thick spiralling locks to hang around neck length.
At this time, the plains of his face were flat, smooth, save the worried crease of his brow; this was clearly an expression that the man, perhaps around twenty, did not show often as the outer-corners of his eyes seemed to itch with the desire for this to be over and for him to be laughing once more.
"Because you're the only one that I know of that has this, but can control it well enough," the second man replied. "I'm sorry, but it has to be you."
This man was a little shorter than the first, but not by much. His steely grey-blue eyes showed that he was indeed sorry for the situation he was asking the other man to go into, but had a hardness in them that spoke of how this task must be done, that there was no other way and that was business. Although he appeared near the same age as the first man, perhaps a few years older, his eyes also betrayed that he had seen more winters than his general appearance suggested.
"Please, can you not find another?" The first man near begged. "You know that she would not like this."
"She will understand," the other replied. "She was there, along with me - twice."
"Which is maybe why she never returned, Josh. Have you ever thought of that?" The younger's tone now illustrated his annoyance at the request.
"She does not return by her own choice. She wants to live here and now," Josh told him calmly. "Please, I am asking you to do this not for me, but for you and your family-"
"You are part of my family," he interrupted.
Josh gave a small, if slightly sad, smile, continuing. "If you do not, then..." He shook his head, "You know what."
The first man sighed, then nodded heavily. "Fine, I'll do it for her," he agreed.
"Good," Josh nodded. "Thank you. I'll meet you back here. You know when."
With that, he vanished, leaving the other alone, thinking of the situation he had now agreed to face.
The Present -
Josh was waiting at the same point as where he had spoken with the other man not so long ago to him, but would be speaking with in perhaps near one score year hence.
The scenery was the same, but the grass at this time was still lush and green, dew clinging to the blades as the sun had risen maybe an hour before.
"Thank you," he nodded, turning to face the other man who had just appeared a few feet behind him. He knew that he was there as the air seemed to shift slightly, undectable to those who could not sense it so finely. "It would seem that your timing was a little out, though."
"Oh? How do you mean?" The man raised a dark eyebrow in a mixture of curiousity and amusement.
"I've been standing here since the sun rose," Josh smiled jokingly. "It's good to see you."
"Well, perhaps you should return home more often," the other suggested, his tone humourous but tinted with sorrow at the fact of how little he saw of his superior.
"You know that this is where Skylah is," Josh reminded him.
"Your girlfriend before any other, how sweet," he laughed, a mischevious twinkle in his eye.
"Ah, see that is where you are wrong," Josh smirked knowingly.
"But of course!" The man cried. "This is just past the time when you proposed to her. Congratulations, mon frère."
Josh rolled his eyes, "Linguistic show-off," he muttered.
This just made the young man laugh more. After a moment of letting things settle to a comfortable seriousness, he asked, "My cover is still as before, yes?"
"Yes," Josh nodded. "Come on, I don't want to risk people knowing too much of this right now. We need to get back." He grabbed the man's arm and flitted them from there, vanishing in the morning's first golden rays.
