Braveheart-Ancestral

 Elsa looked dismally into the shopping bag on her way home. Cat food and a teddy bear. She had nothing against the teddy bear. It was the god forsaken cat food. Damn cat should have died with her husband. She would have liked that very much; the seventy year old grew tired of dealing with pets that lived and breathed to shed fur and barf on carpets. Elsa grumbled to herself at the bus stop. If her husband hadn't loved the damned thing almost more than he had loved her, she would have put it up for adoption ages ago. But little Damian, her three year old grandson, was growing affectionate to the satanic ball of fur as well. She hoped he didn

 The muted, buttery toned light cast a velvety-smooth  tone on Iseul's skin as the man softly rubbed to fingers in an affectionate circle on her back. "You can't keep doing this, Isu," He said in a hushed voice. "We can't." She closed her eyes and pulled the blanket to her neck from where she lay on her side. "It's not real, anyways. I know it isn't. It's a silly dream from a silly girl." "You know that's not what I mean." The hand moved from making circles on her back to trace up her shoulder and fall back down to the curve in her waist. "The family, Isu. You don't have to keep doing it." She arched her brow and turned her head aroun