Post by potterfreak14 on Feb 3, 2008 16:36:13 GMT -7
Indago stood before Evan's grave, tears stinging at her eyes. She sat beside the headstone, running a finger along its cool surface. The rose bushes beside the grave were dead and brown, Indago's frown deepened, she didn't like it. She looked around and saw she was indeed alone. She magically healed the rose bushes, they were alive and flourishing. Indago picked a few roses from the bushes, being wary of the thorns. She knotted them together in an intricate process, pricking her fingers several times. A few beads of blood dripped to the snow, then there was a slight popping noise and the wounds healed themselves. She lay the rose arrangement on the grave, then began to clean the dirt from the head stone. "You've missed a lot, Evan." Indago whispered. "Christina's talking and walking now. The child has your eyes, you know, the deep brown. She has my natural vivid red hair though, I see so much of you in her." Indago pressed on. Sure, it wasn't the same as having Evan there again, but it made her feel somewhat better. "I'm sinking back into that rut again, Evan, I hate it. But there's nothing I can do. I need you, now more than ever." Indago finished, a single tear dropped to the grave. It splashed and sank quickly into the light dusting of powder-like snow. Indago ignored the hand laid upon her shoulder...