Post by Keaira O'Connell on Dec 2, 2008 0:45:23 GMT -5
((Alessandro first, and then we can go from there if anyone wants a piece of this.))
Her red lips curled up twitching more to the left than the right as she smiled, not really understanding why. She had been having moments like this for a while; random things brought a flicker of life to her features. But what was it this time, what was the trigger that enacted this response?
Ahh. Yes. Her eyes traveled off to the right, and there amongst the darkened area was another person. The distinct male figure had short dark hair, and dark eyes. He stood leaning against something, slouching ever so slightly so she knew when she approached him, she would not have to reach upward those three small inches to lay the softest kisses on his lips. His attire was much as she had come to expect it, a black pinstriped button down shirt was pressed and loosely buttoned, leaving more buttons open then closed, revealing the black undershirt her wore to match it. He paired the shirt with a pair of loosely fitting jeans, that at one point in time might have been new and pristine, but now they were worn, and had a tattered edge to them. He seemed to be waiting, his eyes traveled here and there, among the darkness, not settling on any one detail for long.
Looking upon him, Keaira felt a small flush creep into her cheeks. It was more and more common for such things to happen to her, and for a moment she wondered how she looked. A cursory glance showed her wearing a vivid dress, that buttoned up the front, the top few buttons were suspiciously opened. It seemed a fitting outfit, one that she was comfortable in, and could easily see herself wearing no matter what the evenings activity was.
In the short span of her quick musing, it seemed her presence had been detected. The boys’ eyes focused on her, and his lips twitched in a fashion mirroring her own. He pushed away from the wall, and strode silently to her. Without asking he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her body close to his own. For what may have been moments, or hours, he held her. At first it was in silence, and yet soon he began to hum a low tune. It was a tune she had heard play over and over in her mind and in her ears. It was the most common tune that she would have her grandfathers flute play when she was meditating. She was aware that he had known the song, and yet it seemed odd that he would hum it to her.
A step backward, allowed her to look up at the young man whose arms were around her. His eyes were closed, as he hummed the tune, a sort of serene look was splayed across his face. Yet, things weren’t right. She wrapped her arms around his back, and pulled him closer, hoping to chase away the bad feeling that was welling up in her stomach. The action was never completed though. As her hand touched the back of his shirt, she noticed it felt damp. She brought her hand upward to glance over his shoulder at her palm. When the tips of her fingers were visible she sharply inhaled. The red smear that covered most of her hand was clearly no other substance than blood. His knees gave out, and slowly the man began to sink to the floor. Keaira wrapped her hands in to the fabric of his shirt, and slowly steadied him as he fell to the floor. Blood seemed to be flowing from somewhere near his heart, yet, as she pulled at the fabric that covered his upper body, she could not find a wound.
He seemed calm as his blood spilled out on to the floor, and yet Keaira was anything but calm. Her heart raced frantically as she glanced about the desolate area. “Help me, somebody, help…” She screamed the words out into the darkness, searching for something to aid her, and yet finding nothing. Everywhere she looked there was nothing, nothing but a darkness that consumed all. Tears had begun to find their way into her eyes, as she realized there was no one to help her, no way to save him. “No, no, no, no, no” She repeated the words over and over, as she tried to stop the precious liquid from seeping out of his body. Her hands pressed over his heart, willing the blood to stop.
Unfortunately that was not what happened. As she pressed down on to his chest, there was a tremor across the ground, and then he was falling. There was no logic to how he fell and she did not, just simply that he was falling. Her hands reached out to grasp at him, and only caught the air where he was. Her repeated mantra warped into an indecipherable cry of anguish, as she watched him fall further and further away. She couldn’t look away as she watched his body fall, and yet, as she watched it was like her eyes simply split their focus, and there was a double image, yet they weren’t the same. Alessandro and Zane’s bodies were superimposed upon each other, both falling at the same time, both dying at the same time.
The tears slid down her cheek and she screamed. Her heart and her soul felt as if they were being pulled apart, forcibly cast asunder by nothing man possessed. Then she was falling. Falling is peaceful, really. The wind was whipping through her short hair and catching the dress that was stained red with the blood of her love. Falling is peaceful, and free. It’s the sudden stop at the end that hurts. A stop that never came. The scenery faded and changed, warping to something else. But that was how things went most nights.
Keaira O’Connell lay in her bed, twisted around in a mass of sheets and pillows. Like many nights before, and many still to come, Keaira did not have a restfully nights sleep, and this particular one was not quite over. Although she did not wake up screaming at this point in the night, there was no telling when she would be forced into consciousness, and pulled from the nightmares that plagued her mind. Small gasps and whimpering of ‘No’ could be heard by anyone who was awake at this hour, within the same room. For this night that was no one. Her night terrors had driven many of her dorm mates to procure earplugs, or other such noise blocking devices to keep her screams from waking them up as well. Although, even with such measures taken, some nights she still woke those who were closest to her own bed. That in turn had driven many of her fellow female slithers in the fifth year to move their bed further away from her own, and had caused Keaira to cast a muffilato charm around her bed each night. For now however, everyone in the Slytherin fifth year female dorms slept, most, far more peacefully than Keaira.
Her red lips curled up twitching more to the left than the right as she smiled, not really understanding why. She had been having moments like this for a while; random things brought a flicker of life to her features. But what was it this time, what was the trigger that enacted this response?
Ahh. Yes. Her eyes traveled off to the right, and there amongst the darkened area was another person. The distinct male figure had short dark hair, and dark eyes. He stood leaning against something, slouching ever so slightly so she knew when she approached him, she would not have to reach upward those three small inches to lay the softest kisses on his lips. His attire was much as she had come to expect it, a black pinstriped button down shirt was pressed and loosely buttoned, leaving more buttons open then closed, revealing the black undershirt her wore to match it. He paired the shirt with a pair of loosely fitting jeans, that at one point in time might have been new and pristine, but now they were worn, and had a tattered edge to them. He seemed to be waiting, his eyes traveled here and there, among the darkness, not settling on any one detail for long.
Looking upon him, Keaira felt a small flush creep into her cheeks. It was more and more common for such things to happen to her, and for a moment she wondered how she looked. A cursory glance showed her wearing a vivid dress, that buttoned up the front, the top few buttons were suspiciously opened. It seemed a fitting outfit, one that she was comfortable in, and could easily see herself wearing no matter what the evenings activity was.
In the short span of her quick musing, it seemed her presence had been detected. The boys’ eyes focused on her, and his lips twitched in a fashion mirroring her own. He pushed away from the wall, and strode silently to her. Without asking he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her body close to his own. For what may have been moments, or hours, he held her. At first it was in silence, and yet soon he began to hum a low tune. It was a tune she had heard play over and over in her mind and in her ears. It was the most common tune that she would have her grandfathers flute play when she was meditating. She was aware that he had known the song, and yet it seemed odd that he would hum it to her.
A step backward, allowed her to look up at the young man whose arms were around her. His eyes were closed, as he hummed the tune, a sort of serene look was splayed across his face. Yet, things weren’t right. She wrapped her arms around his back, and pulled him closer, hoping to chase away the bad feeling that was welling up in her stomach. The action was never completed though. As her hand touched the back of his shirt, she noticed it felt damp. She brought her hand upward to glance over his shoulder at her palm. When the tips of her fingers were visible she sharply inhaled. The red smear that covered most of her hand was clearly no other substance than blood. His knees gave out, and slowly the man began to sink to the floor. Keaira wrapped her hands in to the fabric of his shirt, and slowly steadied him as he fell to the floor. Blood seemed to be flowing from somewhere near his heart, yet, as she pulled at the fabric that covered his upper body, she could not find a wound.
He seemed calm as his blood spilled out on to the floor, and yet Keaira was anything but calm. Her heart raced frantically as she glanced about the desolate area. “Help me, somebody, help…” She screamed the words out into the darkness, searching for something to aid her, and yet finding nothing. Everywhere she looked there was nothing, nothing but a darkness that consumed all. Tears had begun to find their way into her eyes, as she realized there was no one to help her, no way to save him. “No, no, no, no, no” She repeated the words over and over, as she tried to stop the precious liquid from seeping out of his body. Her hands pressed over his heart, willing the blood to stop.
Unfortunately that was not what happened. As she pressed down on to his chest, there was a tremor across the ground, and then he was falling. There was no logic to how he fell and she did not, just simply that he was falling. Her hands reached out to grasp at him, and only caught the air where he was. Her repeated mantra warped into an indecipherable cry of anguish, as she watched him fall further and further away. She couldn’t look away as she watched his body fall, and yet, as she watched it was like her eyes simply split their focus, and there was a double image, yet they weren’t the same. Alessandro and Zane’s bodies were superimposed upon each other, both falling at the same time, both dying at the same time.
The tears slid down her cheek and she screamed. Her heart and her soul felt as if they were being pulled apart, forcibly cast asunder by nothing man possessed. Then she was falling. Falling is peaceful, really. The wind was whipping through her short hair and catching the dress that was stained red with the blood of her love. Falling is peaceful, and free. It’s the sudden stop at the end that hurts. A stop that never came. The scenery faded and changed, warping to something else. But that was how things went most nights.
Keaira O’Connell lay in her bed, twisted around in a mass of sheets and pillows. Like many nights before, and many still to come, Keaira did not have a restfully nights sleep, and this particular one was not quite over. Although she did not wake up screaming at this point in the night, there was no telling when she would be forced into consciousness, and pulled from the nightmares that plagued her mind. Small gasps and whimpering of ‘No’ could be heard by anyone who was awake at this hour, within the same room. For this night that was no one. Her night terrors had driven many of her dorm mates to procure earplugs, or other such noise blocking devices to keep her screams from waking them up as well. Although, even with such measures taken, some nights she still woke those who were closest to her own bed. That in turn had driven many of her fellow female slithers in the fifth year to move their bed further away from her own, and had caused Keaira to cast a muffilato charm around her bed each night. For now however, everyone in the Slytherin fifth year female dorms slept, most, far more peacefully than Keaira.