03-03-2019, 12:21 AM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Old+Standard+TT' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .leander_container { position: relative; background-color: #DEDEDC; width: 600px; border: solid 1px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px 1px #000; } .leander_container p { margin: 0; } .leander_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 600px; } .leander_gradient { position: absolute; z-index: 5; bottom: 649px; width: 600px; height: 100px; background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(222, 222, 220, 1) 0%, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) 100%); background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(222, 222, 220, 1) 0%, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(222, 222, 220, 1) 0%, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) 100%); filter: progid
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient(startColorstr='#dededc', endColorstr='#00000000', GradientType=0); } .leander_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 580px; margin-bottom: -100px; } .leander_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #24383f; padding: 40px; } .leander_name { position: absolute; z-index: 8; width: 100%; margin-top: 610px; margin-left: 125px; text-align: left; font: 60px 'Old Standard TT', serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #fcfbf9; opacity: 0.2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; } .leander_quote { position: absolute; z-index: 8; font: 10px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; margin-top: 658px; margin-left: 128px; color: #fcfbf9; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; } </style> <center> <div class="leander_container"> <div class="leander_gradient"></div> <div class="leander_text"> <p class="leander_message">While his body lay upon the mountainside, Leander was somewhere else – somewhere filmy and dark, where silky silhouettes swirled in and out of a blurred existence. A voice materialized from the haze, and the sound was so close that it made him start. His own voice felt as though it were underwater as he dragged words to the surface. <b>“My sister?”</b> It was Kora who came to his mind first, and he felt a pang as he remembered how they had parted.
And then a clear trickle of thought, like liquid through murky waters. <b>“You mean Rhy?”</b> Yet she would only answer his question with more of her own. Her voice wasn’t exactly bodiless, but everything here was diluted and indistinct. He could see her, but not as clearly as she seemed to see him – no, not even close. Leander’s lips parted as though to speak when a deep-seated sense of regret welled up within him and gave him pause.
What did he know of his sisters? He knew what his parents had told him about them as children – that their relationship had been strained from the start – that Kora was soft and shy and often frightened – that Rhy was bold and resilient and often fearless – and that his mom and dad loved them both so very dearly. Yet so much was not as Rayelle and Riagan had told him it would be. It seemed he would never know either of his sisters for himself. Not when Kora was impossible and Rhy was dead.
Light and shadow undulated as his heart squeezed and slackened to the rhythm of all that had been lost in between. <b>“Not enough,”</b> he managed at last. Lee couldn’t bring himself to say more, even though there was so much more he wanted to say. Yet it was weighing heavily upon him now – everything he didn’t know. Everything he couldn’t know. Everything he wouldn’t know. She was right, after all. He knew so little.
He never had the chance.
</div> <div class="leander_name">leander</div> <div class="leander_quote">take a bullet to the heart just to keep you safe; like a dream in my arms but i’m wide awake</div> <img class="leander_image" src="https://s15.postimg.cc/ea4i9a0x7/Leander.jpg"> </center>
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient(startColorstr='#dededc', endColorstr='#00000000', GradientType=0); } .leander_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 580px; margin-bottom: -100px; } .leander_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #24383f; padding: 40px; } .leander_name { position: absolute; z-index: 8; width: 100%; margin-top: 610px; margin-left: 125px; text-align: left; font: 60px 'Old Standard TT', serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #fcfbf9; opacity: 0.2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; } .leander_quote { position: absolute; z-index: 8; font: 10px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; margin-top: 658px; margin-left: 128px; color: #fcfbf9; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; } </style> <center> <div class="leander_container"> <div class="leander_gradient"></div> <div class="leander_text"> <p class="leander_message">While his body lay upon the mountainside, Leander was somewhere else – somewhere filmy and dark, where silky silhouettes swirled in and out of a blurred existence. A voice materialized from the haze, and the sound was so close that it made him start. His own voice felt as though it were underwater as he dragged words to the surface. <b>“My sister?”</b> It was Kora who came to his mind first, and he felt a pang as he remembered how they had parted. And then a clear trickle of thought, like liquid through murky waters. <b>“You mean Rhy?”</b> Yet she would only answer his question with more of her own. Her voice wasn’t exactly bodiless, but everything here was diluted and indistinct. He could see her, but not as clearly as she seemed to see him – no, not even close. Leander’s lips parted as though to speak when a deep-seated sense of regret welled up within him and gave him pause.
What did he know of his sisters? He knew what his parents had told him about them as children – that their relationship had been strained from the start – that Kora was soft and shy and often frightened – that Rhy was bold and resilient and often fearless – and that his mom and dad loved them both so very dearly. Yet so much was not as Rayelle and Riagan had told him it would be. It seemed he would never know either of his sisters for himself. Not when Kora was impossible and Rhy was dead.
Light and shadow undulated as his heart squeezed and slackened to the rhythm of all that had been lost in between. <b>“Not enough,”</b> he managed at last. Lee couldn’t bring himself to say more, even though there was so much more he wanted to say. Yet it was weighing heavily upon him now – everything he didn’t know. Everything he couldn’t know. Everything he wouldn’t know. She was right, after all. He knew so little.
He never had the chance.
</div> <div class="leander_name">leander</div> <div class="leander_quote">take a bullet to the heart just to keep you safe; like a dream in my arms but i’m wide awake</div> <img class="leander_image" src="https://s15.postimg.cc/ea4i9a0x7/Leander.jpg"> </center>
<font face=times font size=2><center>@[Wysteria Fairy] <333 </font></center>