02-23-2017, 08:37 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#a2b7a4', endColorstr='#a2b7a4', GradientType=0 );}.weburnin{position: relative;z-index: 9;font: 50px 'Marck Script', cursive;color: #fff;text-align: right;padding-right: 40px;margin-top: -58px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #1E2C1D;}.onehelluva{position: relative;z-index: 12;font: 16px 'Marck Script', cursive;color: #6D7781;text-align: right;padding-right: 64px;margin-top: -17px;}.helluvasomethin{position: relative;z-index: 14;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;color: #6D7781;margin-top: -14px;}</style><center><div class="cuzwegot"><div class="wewedont"><img class="havetoworry" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3d/db/a7/3ddba7102877db83580a5cc8d01f80de.jpg"><div class="thatfire"></div><div class="weburnin">Romilly</div><div class="onehelluva">raising our hands, shining up to the sky</div><div class="boutnothin">She can still see them, each constellation kissing the midnight expanses. They burned bright in her memory, even if all she had left of them otherwise, were their faint whispers against the black backdrop overhead. It didn't stop her from looking, from being mesmerized by their classic splendor. Oh but she wished she could touch them again, dance like a heartbeat with the galaxies strumming their own rhythm by which they swayed. Their gay laughter echoed in her eardrums and she often found herself smiling at the thought of it.
But the world was cruel, Down was hard and she had finally come to grips with the fact that they were not built to last anymore. It had quieted her gentle voice, the otherworldly vocals that reminisced of Up, that had sang with meteors and joked with drifts of white dwarfs. Once she had watched the moon as it was hung, blasting their little piece of forever with its silver iridescence. It was merely one of many in an infinite infrastructure made up of the cosmos. It was perfect.
One other perfect thing was at her side, a yearling filly, black as night with shining strands of hair. Romilly had awed at this body then, the way it managed to grow and give life. It’s something she would never have accomplished in the heavens and she was truly grateful that for all the hardship of Down, it had allowed her this one wondrous gift. The filly seemed to be an unintended anchor for them both. When the question pressed the silence, her twin looked up at her, a quiet request.
<b> “The Gods,”</b> she said out loud and Lidell jumped, just an inch, in surprise.<b> “But this is just one Up in a sea of many.”</b> Often she seemed to speak in riddles, or her daughter would attest to such things.<b> “Like Andromeda you might wonder?”</b> Her blackened nose tilted, gesturing the picture of stars above.<b> “She was the daughter of a King. Her mother, the Queen, boasted so much of her beauty to the Nereids, Poseidon sent a great sea monster to destroy their coastal kingdom. Andromeda was chained to a rock, left for dead, but Perseus saved her. They fell in love of course.”</b> The way she told it was as though she had been there and felt the spray of sea salt kiss her face.
</div><div class="helluvasomethin">star fallen twin of Carnage and Wichita</div></div></div></center>
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#a2b7a4', endColorstr='#a2b7a4', GradientType=0 );}.weburnin{position: relative;z-index: 9;font: 50px 'Marck Script', cursive;color: #fff;text-align: right;padding-right: 40px;margin-top: -58px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #1E2C1D;}.onehelluva{position: relative;z-index: 12;font: 16px 'Marck Script', cursive;color: #6D7781;text-align: right;padding-right: 64px;margin-top: -17px;}.helluvasomethin{position: relative;z-index: 14;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;color: #6D7781;margin-top: -14px;}</style><center><div class="cuzwegot"><div class="wewedont"><img class="havetoworry" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3d/db/a7/3ddba7102877db83580a5cc8d01f80de.jpg"><div class="thatfire"></div><div class="weburnin">Romilly</div><div class="onehelluva">raising our hands, shining up to the sky</div><div class="boutnothin">She can still see them, each constellation kissing the midnight expanses. They burned bright in her memory, even if all she had left of them otherwise, were their faint whispers against the black backdrop overhead. It didn't stop her from looking, from being mesmerized by their classic splendor. Oh but she wished she could touch them again, dance like a heartbeat with the galaxies strumming their own rhythm by which they swayed. Their gay laughter echoed in her eardrums and she often found herself smiling at the thought of it.But the world was cruel, Down was hard and she had finally come to grips with the fact that they were not built to last anymore. It had quieted her gentle voice, the otherworldly vocals that reminisced of Up, that had sang with meteors and joked with drifts of white dwarfs. Once she had watched the moon as it was hung, blasting their little piece of forever with its silver iridescence. It was merely one of many in an infinite infrastructure made up of the cosmos. It was perfect.
One other perfect thing was at her side, a yearling filly, black as night with shining strands of hair. Romilly had awed at this body then, the way it managed to grow and give life. It’s something she would never have accomplished in the heavens and she was truly grateful that for all the hardship of Down, it had allowed her this one wondrous gift. The filly seemed to be an unintended anchor for them both. When the question pressed the silence, her twin looked up at her, a quiet request.
<b> “The Gods,”</b> she said out loud and Lidell jumped, just an inch, in surprise.<b> “But this is just one Up in a sea of many.”</b> Often she seemed to speak in riddles, or her daughter would attest to such things.<b> “Like Andromeda you might wonder?”</b> Her blackened nose tilted, gesturing the picture of stars above.<b> “She was the daughter of a King. Her mother, the Queen, boasted so much of her beauty to the Nereids, Poseidon sent a great sea monster to destroy their coastal kingdom. Andromeda was chained to a rock, left for dead, but Perseus saved her. They fell in love of course.”</b> The way she told it was as though she had been there and felt the spray of sea salt kiss her face.
</div><div class="helluvasomethin">star fallen twin of Carnage and Wichita</div></div></div></center>