Who's ready for a summer full of Iambic Prose?

Full Description : Andrew Riter is a rather normal child who lived in France until he was six and then moved to England. He loves books, coffee, scarfs, and the teen who has been mysteriously appearing in his life every year or so with no explanation. Except time travel. But that's not an explanation that's an excuse.

Andrew is determined to find out everything he can about this teen, even if it kills him! And judging by some of the looks he gets from this teen it just might.

Yeah. Yeah let's go full Iambic Prose this summer.

The chiming and grandfather clock sound Danny makes when he appears was Hollow's idea, halloweenhowl on here and draconicghost on tumblr. She's awesome.

Age One

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In a small French cottage in the countryside there was a small room where an aged Grandfather clock ticked with perfect time. This room also held the nursery of the one and only child of the Riters, an aristocratic family who was less into titles and more into their family ties.

Mrs. Riter had at first been adverse to leaving the continuously ticking clock in her child's room but when she found the noise actually soothed instead of irritated the newborn she agreed. It was on this night, at midnight and precisely one year since the child was born, that an ethereal blue glow washed over the room. The sounds of ticking and a grandfather clock chiming fell in perfectly with the true clock chiming. As such no one stirred or awakened when a ghost touched down gracefully in the room.

"Finally, a landing where I don't crash-" Glowing blue eyes the color of ice blinked up at the sight of the masterfully crafted crib in the center of the room. "A crib?" Creeping closer the ghostly being hovered over the sleeping child who looked to be somewhere between asleep and half-asleep. "Aw...you're so cute-" Seeing the baby fidget he blinked, wondering what was wrong.

"Oh...that's right, you're used to hearing French this young, aren't you?" At hearing the familiar cadence of the French language the baby quieted, falling back into a restful sleep. "When I go back I hope you know I'll tease you endlessly." Watching as the baby boy let out a squeaking yawn and try to move to lay on his side Danny quickly intervened. "No, no, wait until you're a bit older for that."

Carefully nudging the baby over onto his back again the ghostly teen let out a coo when his hand was loosely grabbed. Pulling a device out of a pouch on his belt he snapped a quick picture, making sure the flash was off so as not to disturb him. "You are adorable as a baby, so very adorable."

Looking around the room the ghost let his eyes take in the rather average nursery, white-washed walls and wooden borders, although he snorted at the sight of a bookshelf in the corner, "You and your books...why am I not surprised you little bookworm?"

Still looking he noticed the mobile over the crib was crafted of stars and and a moon. Smirking, and still letting the baby hold onto his finger, he floated up and gently blew over one of the stars, grinning when it became coated in pure, sparkling ice. "Might as well have one star sparkle, right?"

Hearing the sleepy child start fussing the ghost shushed him, gently rubbing the tiny hand, "Ssh, it's okay, Andrew. Nothing's going to harm you while I'm here, okay?" As if hearing and understanding him the child quieted down, although there was a small pout on his face that had the teen taking another picture.

Feeling a tug deep inside of him the ghost quietly grumbled to himself, phasing his hand out of baby Andrew's grasp and standing up, "I never get to spend much time with the little ones, why is that..." Bending over he carefully placed a soft kiss on Andrew's forehead, smiling at the gurgling, cooing sound he got in return. "Well, Andrew...

"You have quite the adventure ahead of you..."

Ahahahahahahahaha. Yeah. This. This is sort of. Yeah.