Thread: Lost and now Found(Lounger/Moon)

he smiled a little at her. i was being rude. i practically bowled you over. he admitted with a chuckle. you didn't bruise did you? he asked, looking a little worried. they sound very nice. he admitted. to live in a home filled with love, is what makes a good family. blood has nothing to do with it. he assured her. they love you, and you love them, and anyone who has a problem with it, is clearly beneath your notice. he assured him. there where many cases of children being adopted by others in the Motherlands... in the Motherlands, it didn't matter who birthed you, it mattered who raised you, with loving care and tenderness. Child Abuse was very quickly stamped out, and anyone caught abusing a child was killed immidiatly. between that, and those who dared revolt against the proper Royal Line, a lot of people had died, children where often left parent-less, and where taken in by those that couldn't have children of their own to be loved and doted upon. blood mattered very little, Love mattered all. oh, it's never going to be out of my way. he assured her with a chuckle. when it only takes thirty minutes to walk from one end of town to the other, it's most certainly never a problem. he promised her with a smile. it's horribly dangerous! he warned, his eyes twinkling with laughter. why, a spider might drop on you! or a big dog might try to slobber on your face. he pointed out. a black cat might cross your path, or a bird might swoop down and try to catch your hair! he grinned. i'd best walk with you, just to be certain. he decided with a chuckle. i knew you where clever. he stated with a nod when she sussed out why he was telling people he had no phone. he didn't need one really, as he didn't have anyone to contact, but it was good to have now that he'd found Samantha. i will eagerly anticipate the arrival of a text. he assured her with a smile. i live just down the block. he stated, pointing the way. she'd know exactly where he lived, there was only one 'apartment complex' down there. it was actually a two story house. on the bottom, two little old ladies lived, and the top had been an empty 'second house'. it was very big, and very beautiful, and the little old ladies would no doubt be delighted to have such a 'strapping young man' around to lend them a hand. while Samantha was talking to her mothers, Daneas was getting ready for his evening workout. he had to stay in shape, and in practice. then he helped the two little old ladies, both who where at least ninety and still kicking strong, fix some things around their house. it was a rather peaceful evening really, and Daneas had to admit, he was glad to be settled down for a while. he could keep an eye on Samantha easily now that he knew her. he was delighted to find that they lived so close too. he grinned as he looked around his 'house'. she'd find it fascinating. there was three thousand years of human, and Fayne history here. there where things from all over the world, things that meant something to him. he smiled as he picked up an ancient Romani dagger, stroking it. he hadn't lied, exactly, when he said that he was Romani. honestly, the Romani people had come from the Motherlands. no one knew why they left, or why they never came back. but the Romani had always been a lot like the Fayne, his people. wild and carefree and happy. artistic and joyful... well, until the Uprising anyway. he sighed and flopped onto his bed, which was nothing more than a mound of pillows and blankets piled up on the floor like a nest. he had a normal bed too, two of them actually, but he preferred his 'nest', or the Hammock that was hanging in the middle of one of the three bedrooms. later that night, just after dinner, Samantha would no doubt see Daneas taking his evening run, dressed in nothing but black pants she could see every inch of his hard muscles and gleaming pale white skin... and the large Tattoo wrapped around his right pectoral. three crescent moons, each facing the other, connected by a circle through the middle. it was a strange Tattoo, but one that Samantha might recognize. if she had faint memories of her time with the Fayne, she would certainly recognize it. if not, it would be like she'd seen it once in a dream.