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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:43 pm
"Hmm?" she looks down. "Oh, pretty! I love these flowers!" She starts picking them, humming quietly to herself. "I'm not sure why, but somehow they always make me think of home. Even though I have no idea where that is."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:14 pm
Watching her with his pale eyes, he settled his feet on the ground, going back and picking his violin and bow. "....Does it make you sad that you can't remember where that is?...."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 9:26 am
She stared at the moon, lost in thought. Her eyes grew distant, and her voice seemed to come from very far away. "Maybe a little. But I have a feeling that, if I just keep looking, I'll find it some day. As long as I have that feeling... I'll be ok."
Her eyes re-focused in the here-and-now, and she turned to him with a smile that was only a little sad, handing him one of her flowers.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:55 pm
Taking the flower gently from her hand, his eyes softly stared at it. "....." He fit it on strap holding his sleeves up. "...Home is where we feel our heart rest....And that can be anywhere..." He manage a small smile, even thought it didn't reflect on his eyes at all. Once again holding the violin and bow, he began to gently play.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 10:32 am
Cheza dropped in to a cross-legged position on a nearby rock, listening to the beautiful but sad music. Some part of her knew that there was only one place that could ever be home, and her heart would not be at rest until she found it.
Listening to his music, she thought she might not be the only one. For all his encouraging words, he seemed as lost as she.
"Beautiful."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 5:43 pm
Adriel finished the song moments later and lower the violin, looking up at the sky with tranquil eyes. ".....Indeed...." He murmured softly as his pale eyes slowly shifted to look down to Cheza, before he went to the violin case, putting the instrument away for a moment before taking out something and floating up to Cheza, he sat down in front of her and open his hands, offering the object to her. There in his hands, was a short stem of the bluest forget-me-nots dotted lightly in crimson in strange way, as if the color had been dripped upon them.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 12:13 pm
Cheza looked at the delicate blooms, both beautiful and sad with their blood-speckled appearance. She reached out a finger to caress them, then snatched it back as if afraid they might burn her - or she them.
"They are lovely. Where did you get them?" She turned her head this way and that, looking at them from every angle so as not to miss a single tiny detail.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 8:02 pm
Adriel gave a soft smile as he observe her inspecting the small blue flowers, but his concentration was broken when she spoke. "...I grow them in my garden..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 12:23 pm
"Oh, you must be very talented! You can play so beautifully, and grow such lovely flowers! They look so sad though, somehow. Maybe you should sing to them!" Flitting from sorrow to innocent joy like a hummingbird flits between flowers, she smiled brilliantly at him and started humming what sounded like a lullaby to the tiny flowers.
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