12-03-2018, 08:13 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .wallace_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; height: auto; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/5t14Lp8k/wallace-bg.png'); width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 2px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .wallace_container p { margin: 0; } .wallace_image { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 600px; } .wallace_text { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 560px; margin-bottom: -200px; border-left: solid 1px #000; border-right: solid 1px #000; } .wallace_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #000; padding: 30px; } .wallace_quote { position: relative; text-align: center; color: #dadada; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 30px; } .wallace_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; color: #979797; text-align: center; font: 100px 'Alex Brush', cursive; margin-top: 730px; margin-left: 280px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #979797; }</style> <center> <div class="wallace_container"> <div class="wallace_text"> <p class="wallace_quote">this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face <br>search in these eyes: there’s still fire in the darkness </p> <p class="wallace_message">She could hear the steps, so deliberately placed with no intention of obscuring them as they drew casually nearer. Her breath drew in nearly as slowly, deep and cold, and on a soft hum she released it. The steps entered her temporary refuge, as if he belonged there. Her exhaustion wouldn't allow her to lift her head and look, but even having seen him just once, she'd know that voice anywhere.
<i>"Wallace."</i>
Her heart was not too tired to race for him, it would seem, surprised that they have crossed paths once a second time. She had been so certain she'd never see him again. Except in her dreams where Sabrael has lived.
<i>"You look cold."</i> Well, he was observant, wasn't he? As if on cue, another bout of shivering overcame her, powdery snow displaced from her shoulder and hip. She clamped her teeth together tightly to keep from chattering and sniffed. Why did he have to be so attractive? What the hell was it about him that captured her this way?
"Make.. yourself. Useful," she stammered in a whisper, convinced she was only allowing him to because she was damn cold and he was really damn hot.
<i>I'm cold,</i> she didn't give the effort to say. It was obvious enough with her body curled so tightly, the evidence of a distant winter clinging to her skin and her hair. She didn't realize its origin: ice magic working its way into her body. Hers was a body not meant for magic, and more than just freezing cold it was beginning to hurt.
Icy claws pinched her spine sharply and she spasmed, her back arching with a weak cry. It held her trapped that way, her muscles locked mercilessly into place. Her eyes were slammed shut and she tasted blood in her mouth as her teeth bit into her bottom lip. Why the hell did it have to hurt so bad? She was supposed to be only cold, the Icicle Isle lingering in her bones. Or only sick. Not in this foreign pain that clutched her so aggressively.
Her breath fogged in a sharp exhale as it finally released her, sagging against the damp earth.
"Woolf," she breathed. Because he had been here just a minute ago. Maybe he was here to tell her she was dying. Gathering up her strength, her eyes pushed heavily open to search for him. They were another part of her that had changed. Once solid brown, they now were laced with an icy white outside ring, the centers still dark and earthy and familiar. Perhaps it was temporary, another side effect of the magic forcing its way into her.
They slid closed again. They burned too much.
It all hurt so much, but she wasn't going to cry. She wouldn't.
</p> </div> <div class="wallace_name">Wallace</div> <img class="wallace_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Wz056fby/wallace.png"> </div> </center>
<i>"Wallace."</i>
Her heart was not too tired to race for him, it would seem, surprised that they have crossed paths once a second time. She had been so certain she'd never see him again. Except in her dreams where Sabrael has lived.
<i>"You look cold."</i> Well, he was observant, wasn't he? As if on cue, another bout of shivering overcame her, powdery snow displaced from her shoulder and hip. She clamped her teeth together tightly to keep from chattering and sniffed. Why did he have to be so attractive? What the hell was it about him that captured her this way?
"Make.. yourself. Useful," she stammered in a whisper, convinced she was only allowing him to because she was damn cold and he was really damn hot.
<i>I'm cold,</i> she didn't give the effort to say. It was obvious enough with her body curled so tightly, the evidence of a distant winter clinging to her skin and her hair. She didn't realize its origin: ice magic working its way into her body. Hers was a body not meant for magic, and more than just freezing cold it was beginning to hurt.
Icy claws pinched her spine sharply and she spasmed, her back arching with a weak cry. It held her trapped that way, her muscles locked mercilessly into place. Her eyes were slammed shut and she tasted blood in her mouth as her teeth bit into her bottom lip. Why the hell did it have to hurt so bad? She was supposed to be only cold, the Icicle Isle lingering in her bones. Or only sick. Not in this foreign pain that clutched her so aggressively.
Her breath fogged in a sharp exhale as it finally released her, sagging against the damp earth.
"Woolf," she breathed. Because he had been here just a minute ago. Maybe he was here to tell her she was dying. Gathering up her strength, her eyes pushed heavily open to search for him. They were another part of her that had changed. Once solid brown, they now were laced with an icy white outside ring, the centers still dark and earthy and familiar. Perhaps it was temporary, another side effect of the magic forcing its way into her.
They slid closed again. They burned too much.
It all hurt so much, but she wasn't going to cry. She wouldn't.
</p> </div> <div class="wallace_name">Wallace</div> <img class="wallace_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Wz056fby/wallace.png"> </div> </center>