the very idea that an identity will crumble to dust if it is ‘invalidated’ i think reveals the constructed nature of that particular identity. for instance, i don’t need anybody to validate my identity as a gay man because i AM a gay man. by my very nature i’m sexually inclined toward men and if tomorrow i were to forget everything i know i would still be sexually attracted to the male sex and my brain and body would respond in that way. it is the simple, brute reality of my existence and whether or not that is confirmed by those around me does not negate the inescapable reality of it all. i don’t have to worry about my 'identity’ being valid because its reality is not contingent on how/what i or others feel/believe about it.
They respect each other. Even when they have differences, Diana and Bruce always have the utmost respect for each other.They don’t try to change each other. Bruce respects Diana more than others. And Batman’s respect is hard to come by. Bruce doesn’t patronize or try to upstage Diana. He’s okay with letting Diana save him, which is big for Bruce because he doesn’t generally like being saved. They trust each other without question; this comes from their mutual respect.
Wonder Woman’s smart enough to go toe to toe with Batman intellectually. And there are few who can, but seeing as how she was blessed with increased intelligence by Athena herself, you can bet your ass Diana’s one of them. (As an added bonus:)That coupled with the fact that they’re both super charismatic leads to great banter.
They think similarly.More similarly than Diana and Clark when you really look at it.They both have the warrior spirit. They both show nearly unparalleled determination, dedication, bravery. Traits they value and seek out in others. “[Batman] ha[s] one [superpower]…[he] never give[s] up” (Justice League, Only a Dream Part II). This is something Diana would admire in Bruce. His resolve. There’s also the fact that that’s his only superpower. Otherwise he’s just a man. He’s vulnerable. He knows he could die at any moment–he’s not bulletproof–but he continues to fight for what he believes in. That’s the spirit that appeals to Diana.
They’re both idealists. Beneath that gruff exterior, Bruce Wayne believes that there is potential for good in all men. Both he and Diana believe in and are working towards a brighter tomorrow. But they both acknowledge the evils of mankind.
They both care so deeply about humanity. When it comes down to it, these two are among the most compassionate superheroes DC has. Think about it. From the age of eight, Bruce has been exposed to the worst mankind has to offer, and still he goes out night after night risking his life, even for his enemies, because he doesn’t want anyone to feel the pain he has. Because he believes, even after all of the carnage he’s seen, that mankind is still worth saving–that man is still good. And he empathizes so deeply with others. He adopts orphans to give them a better life than he had and to give them the opportunity to seek out justice. And then there’s Wonder Woman. She radiates love and hope and compassion. Though they show their compassion in different ways, Bruce and Diana are very much alike.
Bruce is the perfect example of mankind to show Diana. He’s such a complex character. He’s deeply flawed. He has a tragic past and he struggles with his emotions. He’s brooding, he’s depressed, and he makes mistakes, but that’s not going to stop him. He is still good underneath. He’s such a compassionate person. The struggle between good and evil is always going on inside him and good triumphs. This is the kind of person Diana needs, looks for, in a relationship. If she wanted the perfect person, or an outsider to the world of man, she’d go back to Themyscira and settle down with an Amazon, or bring one with her. The point is, Diana isn’t looking for perfect and man’s world intrigues her. And Bruce, like Steve, shows her that there are still noble qualities in men.
Diana inspires the best in Bruce. Bruce has enough darkness on his own; he doesn’t need a dark, angsty pairing. He needs someone to bring out the light in him. He also needs someone to call him on his shit–and that’s Diana. When he’s being the irrational brooding guy she calls him out on it.
They’re both more emotionally open with each other. When Bruce isn’t being forward with his emotions Diana pushes him and doesn’t stop until he is. And unlike most of Bruce’s lovers, or even friends, she’s patient enough to do so. His male angst isn’t going to scare her off or even wear her down. Bruce is less guarded around Diana. And with Diana, we see that she is more able to express romantic feelings more freely with Bruce than with Clark. She is unable to tell Clark she loves him even when they are in a relationship and he has told her he loves her first. So there’s definitely no fear of rejection adding to the emotional vulnerability. In stark contrast, Diana is able to tell Bruce she loves him, unprompted, when they are not in a romantic relationship.
Through several mediums, there are moments when Bruce looks at Diana with pure admiration and wonder…and those kill me. (xx )
Diana loves Bruce enough to get a Star Sapphire Ring.Aphrodite the Greek goddess of love herself, presented a vision of Bruce which not only freed Diana from the grip of a Black Lantern ring effectively bringing her back from the dead, but got her a Star Sapphire ring. Star Sapphire rings are fueled by love. Diana loves Bruce more than anyone.
Bruce calls Diana “Princess.” And never in a derogatory way. It’s her title and he uses it with respect even when they are familiar enough with each other to be on a first name basis. No one else in the Justice League calls her “Princess” regularly. It’s really cute.
Warnings: Some violence, sort of, slow burn (does that need to be a warning?).
A.N.: I have been quietly sitting back and reading basically every bit of fan fiction for a few weeks now that I can find pertaining to Stiles/TW/Mitch Rapp/Void/American Assassin, and I finally decided to throw my hat into the ring. I get so much joy from everyone else’s work and I just really hope you can all get the same out of this.
Summary: Mitch’s fiancee, Katrina, was brutally murdered in a terrorist attack a year and a half ago. He had been hunting the perpetrators by himself for over a year, but finally came across the radar of Irene Kennedy, the Director of the CIA. She sends him to Stan Hurley to be properly trained at becoming a covert assassin on behalf of the American government. When he agreed to all of this, he never expected to meet Y/N.
“Who is he?” You asked Stan as you walked up next to him, looking out the window at the black SUV that had come to a halt in the driveway.
“I guess we’re about to find out, Y/N.” Stan said as he walked away away from you and closed the front door behind him.
You watched as the young man, clad in an unzipped gray hoodie, blue plaid shirt, black t-shirt, blue jeans, shaggy brown hair and light stubble talked calmly to Stan. He was handsome. You shook your head, breaking your concentration on his face, and walked away.
A little girl tugs at the only thing she can reach, the strange green skirt. She mumbles sternly, “No crying” The woman shrieks, scaring the little white-haired girl, whose eyes shut and ears flattened in pain. After feeling warm familiar arms, the young hanyou opens her golden eyes to find the strangely dressed miko hugging her close. “I’m not alone!” The miko exclaims, though the girl did not know she was talking to herself. “Of course not, stupid!” She reprimanded softly. Kagome blinked and put enough distance between them, though still not wanting to let go of the only other soul in this darkness, to see who this little demon child might be. What a strange thing for A CHILD to say. She wouldn’t put it past Inuyasha to say something like that but … If she hadn’t been so scared, she would’ve cupped her mouth with her hands in instinct but she just gasped and gaped at the girl who was giving her a strange look. She sniffed, “You smell weird. Who are you?” This is Inuyasha’s child! It has to be! She looked to the jewel, seeking clarification. After all, why would the jewel allow her to see anyone? What was it plotting? But it gave no answer to her silent question. She looked back to the girl to find a frustrated expression and a twitching ear that she knew all too well. She knew that the hanyou child was getting impatient. Kagome smiled, “I’m-” “MORIKO!” Kagome whipped her head about at the sound of Inuyasha’s voice. Instantly the girl shouted back, “PAPA!” Was she not an illusion after all? “INUYASHA!” Kagome yelled as well. “You know my daddy?” The girl questioned. Kagome smiled, “Of course I do. I love your daddy towards all tomorrows.” The little girl’s face lit up at that. “You’re-” She paused and sniffed the air. Then she wrenched herself from Kagome’s hold and ran towards … Kagome’s heart wrenched in pain as she saw Inuyasha appear, the tetsusaiga in its meido form casually laid back one shoulder. “Inu-” “Moriko, are you alright?!” She giggled as he sniffed her, checking her well-being. His little girl climbed up on his other shoulder once he finished. “Papa! Look!” She pointed but she didn’t need to, he already knew. Inuyasha had smelled her and heard her begin to say his name the moment he’d come here. At that moment he remembered his wife saying that time was a tricky thing, and that it was best not to mess with it. But what the hell am I supposed to do now?? She’s already seen both of us. The young Kagome smiled, and his heart melted when she spoke, “So you got to have a happy future. I’m glad.” He could smell the tears beginning and nearly flinched. “Kagome …” He didn’t want to spoil the future and he chose his next few words carefully. “I guess the meido’s fabric of time is different. Somebody important to me once said that time is a tricky thing,” he quoted his wife, “Perhaps you were meant to meet us before so that you would know what you would be coming back to.” “Ah.” Kagome rubbed her eyes, which were already raw. She was beginning to accept that Inuyasha must’ve fallen for another woman and had a child. She knew she shouldn’t ask about the future but … “Come back? Do I leave? Am I stuck on the other side?” The young half-demon on his shoulder looked confused. “Daddy? What are you and mommy talking about?” Kagome deadpanned, then blushed and Inuyasha put a hand to his face and groaned (but secretly enjoying young Kagome blushing). “So much for trying to avoid screwing up the future.” There was a moment of silence before the older Inuyasha steeled himself, “Kagome, have faith in me … The- the young me” He clarified. The pure soul that was Kagome smiled, “I have to believe that the future is not set, Inuyasha. Besides, I know better than anyone that ‘time is a tricky thing.’ But what’s going on? How are you here and not your younger self?” “He’s here too, looking for you. As for why I’m here, this little rascal got too close to the meido. It was an accident.” “Sorry Daddy.” He nodded to her, then continued, “Kagome. You’ll know what to do, and you can do it. I promise.” Inuyasha turned then, whipping his sword through the air, opening a meido. Through the opening, Kagome could make out an unfamiliar house and garden on a sunny evening. He stepped forward, then leaped through. On the other side, the little girl on his shoulder waved. Inuyasha turned and yelled through time, “The idiot forgets to say it but I’ll say it for him: I love you!” Then the portal shut before she could reply. It was so sudden that she burst into tears despite the fact that she has already cried all her tears away. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so happy, or because as the portal was gone so could that future. After some time, the jewel spoke again, “Be true to your heart, Kagome. What will you do?” She gathered herself up from her knees, holding Inuyasha’s words dear to her soul. Kagome stared at the jewel with new determination, “I won’t make a wish. I believe Inuyasha will come for me.”
Ten years later
“Soooooooooo, how was your little trip?” His wife grinned innocently from the doorway, her arms crossed over the swell of her belly. He was only a few weeks away from meeting his second child. He smirked as he remembered his bet with her over his unborn’s gender.
His mind acknowledged her question, and remembered what happened before he jumped in after his daughter. Kagome had simply watched, as if she hadn’t been concerned in the slightest.
Growing bored watching her father pondering his thoughts, Moriko hopped off and dashed up the few steps to hug her mother’s leg as all children often do. She rubbed her cute chubby face in the fabric, apparently in love with the sensation, then perked up, “Momma! You won’t believe it! We met your twin!”
Kagome smiled softly at her daughter, but before she could say anything, her daughter continued, “Papa called her by your name though…” she gasped, “We traveled through time! Just like you used to do! Why did you wear those strange clothes? I could barely reach them.”
His wife pressed two fingers to her own forehead, feigning that she had a headache, “So many questions.”
“Keh.” Inuyasha ascended to her side, tickling her ear with his soft whisper, “You were just as annoyingly smart wench.”
She returned his smirk and smacked him a quick kiss. “And you were just as impatient.”
The couple watched their daughter bound about the yard like a puppy, which she technically was being part-demon. Kagome sighed, “And energetic as well.” She pulled his clawed hand and pressed it to her swollen mid-section. He nearly jumped at the harsh thump that came from inside her. He was used to this one being calm, only hearing its heartbeat.
Giggled at his reaction, she gave him this expression full of love, “I love you.”
Cupping her cheek, he replied, “Towards all tomorrows.”
*squeals loudly* I AM A GENIUS!!!
WEEEELLLLLL This took two hours of my ‘study time’ … no regrets
Request: “52 with Stiles please :)” which is “Can we cuddle?”
Warnings: fluff and Stiles being spastic but cute as always
Word count: 2,335 words
A/N: Thanks to @gloire-celeste for requesting this! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope I did a good job! Also, @susybird for always proofreading! Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think :)
“Today is the big day! Are you excited?!” Lydia says over the phone.
“Of course I am. I’m so nervous Lyds. I hope everything goes great!”
“And it will! Listen, I gotta go but call me with the deets after okay?”
“Toodles.” I end the call, throwing my phone on the bed before holding the dress back up and looking in the mirror. I shake my head, throwing the piece of clothing somewhere in my room, walking back over to my closet to find something else to wear. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
A/N: not gonna lie, i’ve been procrastinating on writing this, because i had a brain fart. fyi for all you new writers out there, maybe write an outline before writing something. would really help the process, just saying. besides that, enjoy!
You nodded at all of them, putting the pen in the pocket of
the pants you were given. You saw Hamilton’s face drop, and a small snicker
from Mulligan. You stood up, giving all of them a quick glance, finally landing
on Hamilton’s face.
“So, how am I going to get back home?” You asked the men.
Lafayette looked at the others, then shrugged.
“No idea, miss. Maybe we can create this machine you call a
moving paper that you research words on. How you say…?” He asked, waving his
“A computer. It’s called a computer.” You mumbled. “But you
haven’t even created electricity, and the first computer was in the 1900s. So
there’s no way that’s going to happen.” Laurens bit his lip.
“Electricity? What is this electricity?” Laurens asked,
looking at his friends for help.
“And you said 1900s. Does this mean that the colonies still
exist at that time?” Hamilton asked after.
“And why do you speak these strange words, are you trying
to confuse us?” Mulligan questioned, crossing his arms.
“I am very of the confused.” Lafayette sat on the stool
next to Hamilton’s desk, putting his head in his hands. “These English people
are more fusing than the empire.”
“fusing? Don’t you mean confusing?” You helped, and
Lafayette nodded. “Guys, I get it, it’s strange to hear about this stuff.
Honestly, I want to tell you everything, I do. But I don’t know what could
happen. I mean, I told you about a pen, and you guys thought it was witches-“
“That was Hamilton.” Mulligan pointed out, gesturing
towards the man. Hamilton looked at you shyly, glancing down at the floor. You
smiled at him, then looked back at Mulligan. He winked.
“That’s not the point I was trying to make. You see, even
mentioning these things can change the course of the world. I mean, I’ve
watched so many films about time traveling…” You trailed off, looking at the
perturbed men in front of you.
“Are you talking about something like Gulliver’s Travels?”
Hamilton asked, and you nodded, thanking him for the reference. “I want to help
you, Miss Y/N. Anything with what you might need, I am here to help you.” He
stared at you intensely, his eyes never leaving yours.
The five of you talked like this for a while, trying to
come up with the best ideas. Mulligan mentioned a gypsy that he “knew” the
other night, but you dropped that idea, not wanting to deal with any type of
magic. It just doesn’t seem realistic to you. Laurens had few ideas, one was
for you to pretend to be a man while you were staying inside the tent. You
denied that idea too, since it might make you fight in a battle you certainly
weren’t ready for. Lafayette did not have much to say, sometimes interrupting
your chats with random questions. Hamilton paced back and forth across the
tent, his hand under his chin and his eyes lost in his head. You admired how
hard he was thinking about this.
“How about this, Miss Y/N. You go to a fortune teller, and
they may be able to help you find out the answer.” Mulligan pumped his fist in
the air, happy his idea was chosen. You sighed, looking at his antics. “Listen,
this makes the most sense. Since this is, in fact, a supernatural occurrence,
we might need supernatural help. Even if it is a witch.” All the men shuddered
at the thought, besides Mulligan. He was grinning widely.
You told them earlier that they did not have to use miss
when addressing you, but they seemed to ignore your request, continuing to call
you this anyway.
“I have the woman’s address, if you want to write her a
letter.” You forgot that they did not have phones, and frowned. Sending a
letter would take too long, and you needed help as soon as possible.
“No, we go to her tonight. Miss Y/N needs help as quickly
as possible. There’s no time for waiting.” Hamilton replied, reading your mind.
He glanced over at you, as if he was asking if this was okay. You nodded,
touching his arm. He blushed at the contact, and you let go quickly.
Right, no touching.
“I agree, but we should wait until morning. You four must
be exhausted, and it’s been a long day. Especially for you.” You looked at
Hamilton. He nodded slowly, turning towards the men.
“Tomorrow morning at four we leave to the witch.”
“Gypsy.” Mulligan corrected, causing a glare from Hamilton.
They all began to walk out, but not before glancing over at me.
“Where is Miss Y/N going to rest? She cannot sleep in a
man’s tent.” Lafayette said. You shrugged, looking around for a blanket. You
saw one hanging up in the corner, and pointed to it.
“I’ll just sleep on the floor, not a big deal.” They all
gasped, shaking their heads quickly. They were all speaking at the same time,
and it was hard to understand everything that was being tossed back and forth.
You barely deciphered what was going on, and watched their ranting to each
Lafayette: No lady sleeps on the floor, not even in
the middle of a war.
Laurens: She can sleep in our tent, Laf. No one
would mess with her if she’s there.
Lafayette: That is the truth, Laurens. Our tent is
very safe for females.
Mulligan: The way you said that Laf made you sound
quite strange. And creepy.
Hamilton: What are you trying to say? She’ll be
just fine in mine! And she met me first, so she’ll be the most comfortable in
Mulligan: She could sleep in mine.
(besides Mulligan): NO!
“Okay, guys, okay! I’m standing right here, and you’re
ignoring me. Hello?” You tried to speak through their arguing, but they talked
You decided to grab the cover you found in the corner of
the room, beginning to make your makeshift bed on the floor. They didn’t notice
you creating the mat on the floor, but their arguing grew louder. You tensed
up, hoping no one heard what they were talking about exactly. After you took
one of the sheets from Hamilton’s bed, you laid on the ground, turning your back
to the men.
“Miss Y/N, right you’ll be fine in here, right?” Hamilton
said, noticing your figure on the ground. You were soon sound asleep, tired of
listening to their talking. Hamilton turned back to the men, smiling. “She’s
safe in here with me, friends. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” They all walked
out the room, Mulligan grumbling something about Hamilton always getting his
way. Hamilton blew out the candles in the tent, making his way to the cot.
He hated leaving you to sleep on the floor, so, while
making sure you were sound asleep, he picked you off the floor, placing you on
his bed. You mumbled something about cupcakes, he has never heard about cups being made into cake, and he pulled
the sheet on top of you, knowing that the nights grew quite cold around here.
He took himself to the floor, laughing softly at the
makeshift bed you created. You were very different, different from anyone he
has ever met. As Hamilton adjusted to the curve of the ground, he faced you,
watching your body lift and fall from the breaths you took. He was interested
in learning more about you, more about where you were from. Of course he wanted
you to go back to your home safety, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his
chest. He’s only just met you, and he wanted you to stay with him if possible.
He closed his eyes, dreaming of you and him sitting in the
tent, talking about nothing and everything.
Hamilton opened his eyes, their gaze immediately landing on
the empty cot in front of him. He scrambled off the floor, looking around the
room. You were no where to be found. He panicked, mentally slapping himself. He
should have slept in front of you, he should have been paying more attention.
Hamilton began to shake, scared of what might have happened to you. He heard the
tent door rustle, and looked towards it quickly. You walked in, wearing an
elegant dress. You smiled at Hamilton, and he sighed in relief, his hand
against the left side of his chest.
“Are you all right, Hamilton?”
“Y-Yes, Miss Y/N. I am fine, how are you, did you sleep
well?” You nodded, smoothing down the fabric. He was smiling at you, and you
wondered why he was so happy. He was scanning your figure, looking at your new
“I slept fine. You put me on your bed, did you not?” You
cringed at your poor attempt of speaking how they did in the 1700s. Hamilton
did not seem to notice, but his face reddened.
He was spitting out words fast, making your head hurt. “I,
I’m sorry for touching you, Miss Y/N. It is improper, and I should not have-“
“Whoa, whoa, slow your roll there, Ham. It’s fine, I am not
warning you not to do it again. I’m, I’m thanking you. Thank you, Alexander,
for lending me your bed for the night. I really appreciate your kindness.”
Alexander smiled at you shyly, looking down at the ground.
“There is nothing that I would not do to please you, Miss Y/N.” You laughed
nervously, playing with your fingers.
“Sorry to interrupt this very intense conversation, but it
is four, and we have to leave before rollcall.” Laurens said, peeking his head
in. He looked at you, and smiled. “You look beautiful, Miss Y/N!” You giggled.
“Thank you, John. Hercules picked it out for me.” You heard
a snorting in the background, and looked at Alexander, a forced smile on his
“Of course, it’s Mulligan, it’s always Mulligan.” Another head popped in, his curls pulled back,
except for one. You smiled at Lafayette, and he winked at you.
“Hurry up and get ready, mon ami. We have to leave.” You decided to let Alexander get
himself together, leaving him in the tent alone. You did not notice the jealous
glare when you mentioned Mulligan, or how his eyes stayed on your dress for a
little too long. Lafayette and Laurens hid you on the way to the tree where you
said that all of you would meet.
Laurens mentioned what type of relationship that you have
with Hamilton, and you just shrugged. “Nothing really, we did just meet
yesterday. I barely know him.” You replied, causing a snicker from the Irishman
leaning on the tree.
“Courting does not take that long, Miss Y/N. By the way he
goes after you, you may be engaged within a week.” Mulligan teased. You rolled
your eyes, shaking your head at him.
“I’m not gonna marry a man I’ve just met. It takes time,
like maybe a few years?” Lafayette widened his eyes at your response.
“Years? Miss, that’s very strange, I have never heard this
before. The longest time I have heard was a few months.” You shrugged your
shoulders. Being married in a few weeks? No way, that’s insane. Well, at least
it was to you. The strange looks that the three men gave you made you guess
that that was a very common occurrence. Hamilton finally came out of his tent,
without his revolutionary uniform on. You then noticed all the men were without
their uniform, wearing what you suppose was casual wear.
You all followed Mulligan to the woman’s address, the
friends laughing and joking along the way. There were few people up this early
in the morning, and the ones you saw gave you all strange looks, their gaze
mainly focusing on you. You felt like an outsider, covering yourself with the
jacket that Laurens gave you. After about a half an hour or so of walking, you
walked up to the woman’s house. Mulligan knocked on the front door.
Within seconds, a woman appeared on the other side. She
glared at Mulligan, hitting him on the arm. Mulligan cursed, backing up at
little from her. She was, very interesting. The ruffles on her sleeves cascaded
down to the floor, her dress long and wide. You glanced down at yours, thanking
the tailor that he gave you one less attention-grabbing.
“Sir, I told you to never see me again. Why are you on the
porch of my home?” She glared at the other men around her, her eyes finally
landing on me. “Miss Y/N, I’m sorry that you have to deal with these men,
especially him.” She nudged Mulligan.
How did she know your name?
“How did you know her name?” Hamilton asked, standing
slightly in front of you. You peeked over his shoulder, glancing at the woman.
She laughed, opening her door wider.
“This man did not lie when he said I could help you. Come
in.” All the men shared a glance with one another, then entered the home. You hoped
that she could help you get back home.
So I’ve seen that there’s a hefty amount of people who look at Chrom/Ephriam as a ship so I was like, “Well, it’s kinda impossible since they’re from tWO DIFFERENT GAMES but fine, let me INDULGE.”
So I was thinking that in Heroes, the kid characters (Luci, Odin, Laslow, and Selena) all have different second parents. Like, Kiran could get a Luci whose mom is Olivia then a Luci whose mom is Robin the next time. Laslow could be fathered by Chrom, then the next one fathered by Henry. It’s always a different parent, always by chance.
Do you see where I’m going with this?
So Kiran gets this one Lucina (gorgeous 5 star that packs a wallop) and she goes and greets Chrom, who Kiran got at an earlier time. Obviously, Chrom doesn’t know who mothered this Lucina since there’s another one around mothered by Robin. So he asks her and she’s like, “Mother? I don’t have a mother.” And Chrom’s like, “what.”
So while Chrom is stupefied like ‘how does this girl not have a mother she should have one’, Ephraim and Eirika come around to see the newest Hero in the army. One look at the new people in the hall and Lucina is making a mad dash towards them like no tomorrow. Perceiving danger, Ephraim protects Eirika but it’s not Eirika Lucina wants, it’s him.
Lucina ends up tackling Ephraim to the ground shouting, “Dad!”
And everyone is confused, horrified, amused, or in Chrom and Ephraim’s case, downright embarrassed.
Summary: There was a sadness in his eyes that vanished when he saw you.
There was always a boy on the train. Since you were young,
he’d be there and as you grew up he was still there. He would always sit at the
back of the train and he would stare out the window. When he was too small to
see out the window, he’d stare at his hands, but as he grew and now that he’s
older, his were trained outwards at some mysterious force. His eyes were always
a little moist and his head was always a little tilted. He never smiled and
when he did, it was a sad and small smile, as if he were reminiscing.