He moves as requested and takes a deep breath. In the long list of
things that made his head spin, this was just another in the long
line. Not as strange as Elizabeth's tears, stranger than winding up in
this place to begin with. Everything had a level of crazy attached to
it.
The glowing orb catches his attention and he finds he can't look away.
As the mist? Smoke? Fog? Whatever, clears, he can see some kind of
house. The details aren't important, because what's on the porch gets
his full attention. It's him, but it's... someone else, too. Someone
older, someone who's lived life a little bit harder, sitting in a
rocking chair, old and maybe close to dying. He looks familiar, but
aside from looking like him, the face escapes him.
The woman coming up to the porch is unmistakeable. Elizabeth. Older.
More mature, with a baby in her arms and two kids behind her that are
unmistakably hers. He can't hear the words, but he knows what they're
saying as they run up to the porch just the same. Grandpa! They
call. Over and over again, they're calling him Grandpa and he's
smiling, getting up from the rocker, slowly, but with renewed strength
as he takes the smaller child into his arms and gives him a tickle.
Elizabeth joins them as they head indoors. A family. Like it was
always supposed to be and maybe... will be someday?
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Date: 2015-05-11 04:05 pm (UTC)He moves as requested and takes a deep breath. In the long list of things that made his head spin, this was just another in the long line. Not as strange as Elizabeth's tears, stranger than winding up in this place to begin with. Everything had a level of crazy attached to it.
The glowing orb catches his attention and he finds he can't look away. As the mist? Smoke? Fog? Whatever, clears, he can see some kind of house. The details aren't important, because what's on the porch gets his full attention. It's him, but it's... someone else, too. Someone older, someone who's lived life a little bit harder, sitting in a rocking chair, old and maybe close to dying. He looks familiar, but aside from looking like him, the face escapes him.
The woman coming up to the porch is unmistakeable. Elizabeth. Older. More mature, with a baby in her arms and two kids behind her that are unmistakably hers. He can't hear the words, but he knows what they're saying as they run up to the porch just the same. Grandpa! They call. Over and over again, they're calling him Grandpa and he's smiling, getting up from the rocker, slowly, but with renewed strength as he takes the smaller child into his arms and gives him a tickle.
Elizabeth joins them as they head indoors. A family. Like it was always supposed to be and maybe... will be someday?