02-22-2017, 01:22 PM
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ASHLEY
The small spotted ginger child stepped forward. So matter of fact—like his mother. Hello he says, not surprised in the least, or even in awe at what manner of man his father was. Marlyn must have told Porter all about him. Good then. He would not have to introduce himself. For the moment, the tumultuous thoughts of the old king are forgotten, and he lays down in the sand, clearing his eyes and widening his nostrils, blowing the warm scent of recognition over the small fish friend, and he smiles; relaxing for the first time in six months.
“Hello, my son.” he caresses the boy fondly, flicking his tail upward, raining bubbles of salt water over them both in a splash. The droplets shimmered in the sun, and then turned into small water shaped sea horses—much like what Marlyn had looked like the first time he had met her. Porter giggles in the way that small children do, and Ashley finds himself chuckling—deep base tones in spite of himself. Marlyn is, for the time, forgotten.
Of course, he can feel her. He could always feel her. But with her eyes on their son, he finds he is able to quiet his mind of his fears, and simply be. Maybe. Maybe he could do this. Be a father. Be a lover. Be a…
What is more than a lover?
No. That will come later.
Right now, he is a man, playing in the sand with his son.
The rest will keep.
and the girls caressed me down ughhh that's that lovin' sound
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