Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 10, 2009 0:54:33 GMT -5
Duke stared at the pale white snowflakes drifting onto the city, then closed his eyes. "Raynie..." he murmured softly,"Where'd you go, Raynie?" He could still remember, even if she'd forgotten, the exact time they first met... That very day, those years back...
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It was snowing.
The child's mind calculated that first of all. Second, it was actually cold to her. Frowning, the crimson-haired girl bent over, picking up a handful of snow. The almost burning pain from the cold was nonexistent, to her disdain. She actually wished she could feel pain sometimes. It might help her feel more human.
Her crimson eyes scanned the snow with a child's wonder, her cherubic face otherwise blank again. She looked up at the sky, speckled with lazy white flakes, and sighed, her breath expelling in a warm, white cloud.
Deciding the snow wouldn't harm her, she knelt, packing the snow together with nimble, bare hands. Slowly, the mound began to form shape, turning into a castle, with spiraling turrets and sprawling hallways and floors. She dug out a moat around the white, glistening castle, and, seeing her job as done, rose to a standing position. She brushed her hands off and sighed softly again, rubbing her eyes.
"Tired," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Sleep, then," a slightly taunting, yet concerned voice returned from behind her, and she turned to see a taller, black-haired boy, his skin tanned, green eyes staring at her with interest. His tresses were loose to his shoulders, with a black-and-red headband keeping his bangs in check.
She debated a moment on the hostility level of this stranger, then asked,"How long?"
The boy looked taken aback. "How long to sleep?" he stammered out, unable to believe she thought he was seriously serious.
"No." She rolled her eyes; this automatically made the boy feel like an idiot. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Um..." He debated a moment on lying, then, at the look she was giving him, he backtracked his thoughts. "Ever since you began building the castle..."
She stared him, her eyes carefully hidden behind her bangs, her face otherwise unable to give any hit as to her thoughts. "Really now."
He let the statement pass, looking uncomfortable now. "Listen," he said after a moment,"I'm sorry if-" She held up a hand to stop him.
"I don't care." Her hand dropped. "Is the snow cold?"
The boy stared. "Scuse me?"
She obviously didn't like repeating herself. "The snow. Is it cold?"
He blinked once, twice, thrice in confusion. "Yeah... It's really cold," he said slowly.
"Hm..." She mused, lost in her own thoughts a moment. "I wish I could feel it," she finally announced, weighing each word like it were life or death. "The cold, that is."
He tilted his head to the side. "You can't feel it?" he asked, confused even more now.
She nodded. "Exactly," she murmured. A pause. "My name is Rayne, in any case."
"Duke," he replied. He smiled softly. "Weird name, I know."
She didn't answer.
There was a long, comfortable pause between them. Until Duke broke it, saying,"Hey, Rayne? You like the snow, then?"
A soft, faint smile drifted across her face. "....Yeah. I like the snow..."
"Want me to watch it fall with you?"
"....Yeah. I'd like that. I'd like it... alot."
"Then we'll always watch it together, okay?"
"...Kay. Always..."
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Duke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger, a habit picked up from Seto.
He stared up at the sky again, thinking about how it looked like frozen tears falling. "See, Rayne...? The gods miss you so much, they let it snow to try and bring you back..."
He let a small tear of his own swell from his eye, running down his face. "Raynie... You promised me... We'd always watch the snow together..."
He put his head in his hands. "Always..."
You like the snow, right?
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It was snowing.
The child's mind calculated that first of all. Second, it was actually cold to her. Frowning, the crimson-haired girl bent over, picking up a handful of snow. The almost burning pain from the cold was nonexistent, to her disdain. She actually wished she could feel pain sometimes. It might help her feel more human.
Her crimson eyes scanned the snow with a child's wonder, her cherubic face otherwise blank again. She looked up at the sky, speckled with lazy white flakes, and sighed, her breath expelling in a warm, white cloud.
Deciding the snow wouldn't harm her, she knelt, packing the snow together with nimble, bare hands. Slowly, the mound began to form shape, turning into a castle, with spiraling turrets and sprawling hallways and floors. She dug out a moat around the white, glistening castle, and, seeing her job as done, rose to a standing position. She brushed her hands off and sighed softly again, rubbing her eyes.
"Tired," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Sleep, then," a slightly taunting, yet concerned voice returned from behind her, and she turned to see a taller, black-haired boy, his skin tanned, green eyes staring at her with interest. His tresses were loose to his shoulders, with a black-and-red headband keeping his bangs in check.
She debated a moment on the hostility level of this stranger, then asked,"How long?"
The boy looked taken aback. "How long to sleep?" he stammered out, unable to believe she thought he was seriously serious.
"No." She rolled her eyes; this automatically made the boy feel like an idiot. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Um..." He debated a moment on lying, then, at the look she was giving him, he backtracked his thoughts. "Ever since you began building the castle..."
She stared him, her eyes carefully hidden behind her bangs, her face otherwise unable to give any hit as to her thoughts. "Really now."
He let the statement pass, looking uncomfortable now. "Listen," he said after a moment,"I'm sorry if-" She held up a hand to stop him.
"I don't care." Her hand dropped. "Is the snow cold?"
The boy stared. "Scuse me?"
She obviously didn't like repeating herself. "The snow. Is it cold?"
He blinked once, twice, thrice in confusion. "Yeah... It's really cold," he said slowly.
"Hm..." She mused, lost in her own thoughts a moment. "I wish I could feel it," she finally announced, weighing each word like it were life or death. "The cold, that is."
He tilted his head to the side. "You can't feel it?" he asked, confused even more now.
She nodded. "Exactly," she murmured. A pause. "My name is Rayne, in any case."
"Duke," he replied. He smiled softly. "Weird name, I know."
She didn't answer.
There was a long, comfortable pause between them. Until Duke broke it, saying,"Hey, Rayne? You like the snow, then?"
A soft, faint smile drifted across her face. "....Yeah. I like the snow..."
"Want me to watch it fall with you?"
"....Yeah. I'd like that. I'd like it... alot."
"Then we'll always watch it together, okay?"
"...Kay. Always..."
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Duke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger, a habit picked up from Seto.
He stared up at the sky again, thinking about how it looked like frozen tears falling. "See, Rayne...? The gods miss you so much, they let it snow to try and bring you back..."
He let a small tear of his own swell from his eye, running down his face. "Raynie... You promised me... We'd always watch the snow together..."
He put his head in his hands. "Always..."
You like the snow, right?