Rumbling in tumbling sounds lightning flashes made their waves through the sky, the sky had become darkened threatening to rain at the slightest moment, while Ismael sat in the comfort of his warming clothes with a coffee mug on his hands.“Someone's here for you sir” said Ismael's house keeper as he stood before him.Previously the door bell did ring ceaselessly, but Ismael had his though elsewhere, making sure he never realised whatever took place around him, up until this very moment. Ismael sat close towards his burn fire, raising his eye lids towards his staff.“Sorry I missed that” he said, being drawn back from his thoughts, his mind which had been fractured between both his children and Leo's earlier eruption.“You have a guest, waiting outside the door” the house keeper repeated for the second time.“Invite him in” Ismael said, dropping off his mug on the table seated beside him.“Sorry but she seens to be in a hurry”.“So invite her in” Ismael poke oncemore, widening his eye

Disregarding Leo's stinging stares, his flashing sight of fury saddled to the sombre look on his face, Logan paced towards Leo wearing a heavily brightened smile casted behind an impudent smirk, his steps heavily pounded to the ground, exhibiting a vast taste of Luxery and affluence, alongside his seemely swollen pride, casting a brazen aura upon himself.“Who let you in ?“ Leo asked, stringing his feet along as he stood before Logans path, halting his steps.His audacity seemed quite evident from his approach, the trail of his stern gaze upon Leo, bearing remarks of his non chalant thoughts towards Leo's reaction against his defilement.“Good day brother” Logan replied, standing firmly gripped, whilst casting back same glare Leo had offered him through his stare.“I recall warning you never to stand before me” Leonel reaffirm in cold voice, rather too calm exiting the rest from catching words of what he had said.“Alexis asked I be here” Logan replied, referring to his mother by her

Waking to the brightly spread light lushed across the room, the sunny ambiance of light, laced with the scenting aroma of rose, Ismael slowly rose his eyelids, rising to the consciousness of his environment, a four cornered shaped room, which seemed much less than a hospital wall.“Good morning sir”Ismael ears allowed the entrance of a voice. Slimly stinging, the voice he heard seemed to belong to a lady, a female which practically stood beside him, fading towards his presumption as he could hardly clarify her appearance, as it had taken quite a while before Ismael's brain could fully get activated, allowing him have a clearer view, which ascertained whom he had standing behind him.“who are you ?“ Ismael asked in deep suited voice, thickened by the number of days he had slept through.The hoarseness in his voice cause by the accumulation of smoke had completely vanished, allowing Ismael breath properly, while pushing his body upwards from the position where he laid. Ismael turned hi

“Ismael…” Ismael heard his name being called up, by a strange yet familiar voice.He felt the distinctive nature of the voice, accompanied by the blaring sounds of beep raised heavily in his head, traveling through his head. Ismael groaned heavily by the siren sound, whilst flipping open his blury eyes which had been shut against each other for the past month.“Can you see me ?“ Asked the voice, oncemore, with hands dangling above Ismael's view.Ismael managed muffling in agreement, his voice crocked while he felt the hanging on of wires, stripped unto his body.“ThankGod” the man had said letting go of a heavy sigh.It seemed as though his mind had been put to rest from the troublance of his heart, in regards to a pressure caused by Ismael's state. Slowly Ismael's view had began drawing clearer, his senses following suit from the rise of another, he had gotten full knowledge of the gender who had previously stood right next to him, makin

"Mhh," Ismael grumbled in pain, having a seat at the dining table.He had earned Logan's glare seated right accross him, with had dipped in water and his eyes fallen towards him."How's your knee doing?" Logan asked, putting a scoop of pasta into his mouth.He munched on it with a glint of care in his eyes, whole Ismael ignored his words,prior to his behaviour for the past week. Ismael only spoke to Logan when he had a complaint or questions to ask."I take it you're doing really great," Logan said, scooping in yet another spoonful into his mouth.His caring stare had faded away, watered down with the satisfaction he had gotten from the meal set before him. Ismael gazed at him, absorbing Logan's nonchalant behavior with an outward breath of relief. He had assumed himself a prisoner of Logan's due to his present condition, which undeniable seemed to inhibit him from taking any action."Stop gazing that way at me," Logan spoke, rai