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Quick scribble of a young Victor Blackmoore
I rarely finish things like this so I figured I'd throw it here as opposed to let it collect dust.
Victor story time:
PoV: Victor Reminiscing, looking at a childhood photo, as he awaits a reunion with someone from his youth.
https://vocaroo.com/1o9EW7vxqlyO (Narrated by Victor)
The first time I felt
that pitter patter
in my heart
Was with her...
I remember her fondly
Even now I feel a warm sensation wash over me
When I think about her
Softness, childhood, nostalgia and comfort
...Familiarity
But in me it does not breed contempt
But want
A desire to return to simpler times
Frolicking through the meadows, playing on the swings
Her golden locks blowing with the breeze
as her delicate hands held the ropes
...
Her eyes were so bright
Blue like the sky
Nothing was hidden in them, they were so pure and innocent
Everything on the surface
Like a reflective pond
a crystal lake
I remember trying to chase the butterflies with her
When I'd catch them, they'd be crushed
in my haste and clumsy fumbling, they would always die.
Yet to her they flocked, like she was their sweet nectar..
She was the same for me.
Watching her arms outheld, as they landed on her porcelain skin
Crawling slowly towards her smiling face
I could see the goosebumps appear as they traveled
tickling her
but she kept so calm
that they did not flee
--
My heart had not witnessed such beauty until then
And then I felt them
Fluttering in me
Is this love?
I thought to myself..
It was.
of the purest kind.
Butterflies Flutter
around and inside
They land in her hair, my golden bride
They flutter in my heart
And in our love
that we could not hide..
She trusted me so much
Took my hand without hesitation
But alas, the world is not so fair
And our blissful young romance
was cut short...
Our family did not approve of our closeness
and tore us apart...
...
I've missed her ever since...
My sweet Maybel.
My darling kin
Whose brightness betrays the darkness within
Blackmoore in name but not in sin...
Beautiful!



































