[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 14pt;"]River has loved many times.
He wore his heart on his sleeve, displayed for everyone so openly to see. He showed on his face, in his body language. When River loved, you could not ignore it. And more times than not, that was too much for those who gave his heart to to handle.
There was a difference between love and being in love, though. And for River, that was slightly different. Eloise. She was the young daughter to a couple who took River and Sage in when they'd first lost their parents months ago. First, he'd been taken by her beauty but not long after, it became just her, everything about her. The sparks were there, or so he thought. Every little interaction he played in his mind like a record over and over. But in the end, it was never what she thought, as she instead took to Sage.
When Sage wanted to leave, although he hesitated, he was willing. Call him selfish, but it hurt more at the possibility that they could end up together. At least if she ended up with someone new, he'd never have to see it. Even if it meant never seeing her again.
And yet fate seemed to work in funny ways.
River shares a blunt with a fellow Badlander, chatting off his ear as they've done so. He doesn't realize that the other has stopped listening long ago, only agreeing occasionally to make it look like he was listening. It's the voice that makes him stop, a voice he could recognize in a crowded room if he heard it. One that he thought he'd ever dream of hearing again. But it can't be. All the way here?
"Lulu?" There she is, he sees her, off in the distance, long dark hair cascading behind her. Shooting up, he briskly walks over to her, but it isn't long until he's running. "Lulu!" He wraps her into his arms, spinning her around before setting her down. "Is the heat getting to me or are you actually here?"
He wore his heart on his sleeve, displayed for everyone so openly to see. He showed on his face, in his body language. When River loved, you could not ignore it. And more times than not, that was too much for those who gave his heart to to handle.
There was a difference between love and being in love, though. And for River, that was slightly different. Eloise. She was the young daughter to a couple who took River and Sage in when they'd first lost their parents months ago. First, he'd been taken by her beauty but not long after, it became just her, everything about her. The sparks were there, or so he thought. Every little interaction he played in his mind like a record over and over. But in the end, it was never what she thought, as she instead took to Sage.
When Sage wanted to leave, although he hesitated, he was willing. Call him selfish, but it hurt more at the possibility that they could end up together. At least if she ended up with someone new, he'd never have to see it. Even if it meant never seeing her again.
And yet fate seemed to work in funny ways.
River shares a blunt with a fellow Badlander, chatting off his ear as they've done so. He doesn't realize that the other has stopped listening long ago, only agreeing occasionally to make it look like he was listening. It's the voice that makes him stop, a voice he could recognize in a crowded room if he heard it. One that he thought he'd ever dream of hearing again. But it can't be. All the way here?
"Lulu?" There she is, he sees her, off in the distance, long dark hair cascading behind her. Shooting up, he briskly walks over to her, but it isn't long until he's running. "Lulu!" He wraps her into his arms, spinning her around before setting her down. "Is the heat getting to me or are you actually here?"
[align=center][size=10pt][I]Get a load of this train-wreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet