"Looks like we're both only childs...but I knew my mother...more than I knew my father."
He inched ever so closer to her and leaned across the table slightly, folding his hands up under his chin.
"Enought about the past though." He couldn't control himself, he knew what was ahppening wasn't controlled by his hormones...he didn't have any...he was dead. Of course, for all her knew, he couldn't get anything from her anyway...since he was only a spirit. Right? He doubted his own logic. Too mnay things were possible now.
He drew the left side of his lower lip into his mouth and placed his teeth on it, drawing on it for a few seconds before exhaling and looking at her. Her hair was black, his a silky white. Her skin was ivory, his almond, her eyes were black and mezmerizing, his red a terrifying. But they were one and the same.
"I think I would have rather grown here...would have met you sooner..."
He leaned in until the edge of the table pressed against his own stomach, and he could move no farther. Her smirk was well accepted. He lowered his left hand onto the table, near her hand. She had a dark black aura around her, just as he had a red one. They co-mingled, and a bright flash lit up the room.