|Impressions|
Entry Format______ Chronicle [C]
Summary______
What happens when a wisp gets bored, and a potential bonded needs to let off steam.
OOC Notes______
first post of the journal, yo.
|06/29/05|
It was cold like most nights in Durem, nippy really, but good enough for it to be a beautiful night for the full moon. The rays basked happily along the bricked city, grey hues of the morn glinting into sparking silver by night.
But, these beams of light would absolutely not do for a shadow, they were despicable. Such thought a particular one. Rhodolite was what it had been called.
The wisp had snuck away that very night, avoiding all forms of light as possible. It was still young of course, and that made it harder to control, plus, it was bored of sitting in that odd shop, it was dark out here so there must be some form of excitement. It seemed to like that sort of mentality.
In the midst of all the light that Aturos had blared in his room, still his vision did not change. He at least figured the multitude of lighting would alter something in the way he perceived things, but it was no such luck. He clenched his hand into a tight fist, spewing out foul language in his native tongue in aggravation.
The man was not always blind, no, he remembered the endless days of blissful sight, admiring the colors he now missed with a passion. The fact that he could barely paint the way he used to irked him till no end. What was a man to do if he could not carry out his life's passion? Not even begin to contemplate the visual art world any longer? It wasn't long the doctors had predicted, when his sight would disappear completely.
"Mr. Najie, I'm sorry to say that really all we can do is see if there is some sort of alteration in the events that we are seeing, or continuing to change habit to make a better improvement, but otherwise..."
"That's just absolute..." He didn't even get in a curse as he threw whatever his hand had violently clutched around. It was smooth, actually felt cool in his hand before it hit the wall with a thump. He didn't even seem to care (or notice) that his British accent was also drifting away right before him. Then again, perhaps it would have been best for him to leave the memories behind...
He shook his head fiercely. It was not the time to reminisce about the place where he had slowly begun to loose his vision, it was the time to think of how he was going to make it stop, or at least cure it. Determination seemed to flow out of him, regardless of the fact that no technology or anything known could really stop it from happening.
Really though, he didn't mind the truth about himself. He accepted it greatly, but today was just that day that made him realize, it's not happening, he wasn't going to see ever again.
The last thing that was heard was that of a slam from the front door of the house. His mind raged with too many emotions for him to keep them bottled up in one space. For the moment he just wanted to calm down and think for himself. And this was all going to be fixed by a walk; in the cold.
At least he'd brought a jacket... even if there was no shirt to compliment it underneath.
The thought only made him more frustrated.
Rhodolite fluttered in the shadows of the buildings bored. It must have been too late for anything to be out, which only added to the progressing boredom.
It couldn't be so that there was nothing out here. Just perhaps a few buildings downwards?
The thought process was cut off as Aturos rushed past in his frustration, gaining speed with each step as he tried to calm down. It wasn't working very well though. The wisp just seemed to stare, up until Aturos was just a glint in the distance. Oddly though, it had taken a keen interest in Aturos. And thus, it whizzed by, swerving within the shadows to keep up with him.
With Aturos being blind for the most part, his other senses were enhanced. As soon as Rhodolite was barely approaching with the wind, he whirled his body around, standing in a flared ray of light that hit the ground. Eyes squinted indefinitely as he spoke in his now collected voice.
"Who's there?"
The wisp faltered a bit as there was a sudden halt in its target. It swirled a tad as the voice was spoken, seeming pleased that it was getting noticed by the man. Though, it could not go to this target as it deeply wished, the target was in the bad light.
Aturos turned in a few directions attempting to listen to whoever was following him. "Who's there?" He repeated the sentence, backing out from the ray and into the darkness, where he stopped.
Rhodolite floated quickly around his head, moving along its shoulder with parts of its wispy exterior trailing along his bare neck; but the gem portion of itself stared straight at him.
The chain along his pants would have jingled if Aturos had even moved an inch. But he stood still for all the while, and all for a heck of a good reason.
He saw clearly. Only a second worth of precious vision, but he saw.
Realization of this was too much for him to fathom all in that mere moment. But what he had seen was indeed Rhodolite, the ruby-like gem with a swirling shadow surrounding it, or at least, that was how he could describe it. "...what are you?"
No reply sound-wise was emitted in the air, only a tighter cling around his neck and shoulders could be felt. Awkwardly though, he sensed no fear within him. Considering that he believed what he had seen to be true, it wasn't really the norm. Unless, most people these days were approached by floating gems with wisps of smoke, then his perception would have totally altered.
In spite of what Aturos's mind was thinking, Rhodolite did not budge. The wisp only clung tighter, moving with the cold breeze. It didn't matter anymore about finding something interesting. Tonight, Rhodolite had found it's bonded.
Eventually, Aturos had gotten used to the wisp hanging around him that night. It was comforting to have this little thing flutter around him, something he knew that would always be there. He slowly began to learn that it did not appreciate the light much either, and with that, other things soon clicked into place.
His mind always drifted back to that one fleeting second of sight thought, and eventually, he linked the second to the wisp. There wasn't really much hope for him otherwise, and besides, who's to say that the wisp hadn't grown on him.
Aturos kept walking after he had made the connection, a smile forming on his face. He'd stormed outside earlier, only to return with the least being a smidgen of faith.
All in all he figured this wasn't a bad night, nah, not one bit at all.
