RR-Verse: Feeling Nostalgic

[adarkfallenstar]

*The door to his room is open. The only light he has on is a lamp on the bedside table. Michael is seated there, reading "Frankenstein," it is one of his favorites...it has been since his father read it to him in fifth grade. He puts in a bookmark and places the book down. Michael runs his hands over each other and looks at his palms. He

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[handsthatsmile]

*Angela was reviewing the household budget and was making a few adjustments. They weren't in any financial difficulties, despite the current state of the economy. Gabriel had seen to that and she was grateful they weren't left wanting as far as their finances was concerned. But she would have been more grateful if Gabriel were still around.*

*She's startled out of her thoughts when she heard her son's voice calling her. Rising from her chair, she answers*

I'm just finishing up. Would you like me to come up to your room?

[adarkfallenstar]

If you don't mind...and you aren't doing anything...could you?

*He pauses and chews his lower lip before adding...*

Take your time, though. There isn't a hurry or anything.

*There isn't. He's there. He doesn't have anywhere else to go. He doesn't want to be a bother.*

[handsthatsmile]

*He'll never be a bother to her. She may worry about him but that's only par for the course as his mother.*

It's alright, Michael. I'll be up in a jiffy.

*As soon as she finished putting the documents away, she was up the stairs and headed for his room. She peeks into his room and knocks at the door frame.*

What's on my little man's mind? *she asks with a smile.*

[adarkfallenstar]

*He smiles and a light purple flush appears on his face at her nickname for him.*

Awwww, Mom.

I was just thinking about...well, wondering...

*His hand touches the cover of his book. He lets the maw in his palm yawn open and sense the residual mana smell. All he can "smell" is his own. It isn't a surprise, but he can't help but miss his father's residual mana. It faded long ago from everything...his book, his music box, the house itself...and he has almost forgotten how exactly his father "smelled." Perhaps something will jog his memory.*

...how you and Dad met.

I mean, considering his work and all, it must have been interesting.