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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:04 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:13 am
Aurora was strumming some chords on his lute, tuning the instrument an feeling fairly low emotionally. He let out a long sigh, his breath fogging his vision for a moment. the Auttum air was chilly, his mother Jayoku was making a costume for him weither he wanted to actually be Sora or not. But it was better than her other suggestion with being Princess Peach.
He felt like a train wreck, who was it he wanted in his life? He was sure after the dream he had it was Kinnara, but after meeting up with Medeine he felt so confused. She had confessed she had liked him...but in what way? just to flirt with? she also said she cared for the dragon boy, Tasius.
He shook his head, no...he wasn't ready to meet up with that dragon. Yes he was older, but he only knew how to charm people with his music and keep them enthralled. How was he going to fight a dragon??? who could pretty much rip him apart?
Looking at his thin arms, he sighed again. Perhaps he should start working out. At least he could look more like a challange regardless if he would actually be one.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:37 pm
Aaron Arrikanez Dear Aurora,
I know you haven't heard from me in quite a while, and I wanted to apologize I was sick, and had to help with rebuilding our town and... yeah. Anyway. I was just wondering if you'd be free to.. umm... I dunno... go ice-skating or something sometime soon? If not, it's ok. I understand that I haven't exactly been around. I miss you though. How's the music coming? Last time I heard you, it was like listening to an angel. I don't know what I would do if you'd gotten BETTER than that, and I heard you. I've got a job now - not a very good one, but it's money. I do a lot of fetch-and-carry for a nearby smithy. He doesn't mind my odd looks, and I don't mind the work. I suppose it's an even tradeoff, of sorts.
But other than that.. Both my dads have gone off on different trips to different parts of the planet. I've been going a bit stir-crazy trying to find things to do. If you'd write me back, at least I' have a letter to read. I heard you were going out with Kinnara? Don't ask me how. I just know. But.. um... Yeah. Good luck to you two. You make a cute couple. Tell him 'Hi' for me, ok?
- Aeka
Aurora looked over the letter a saddened joy filling his heart. It felt as if everyone was being left behind or forgotten himself included. Shaking his head he picked up a pen and fetched for a blank peice of paper. It would be good to write, if anything then at least he could let Aekapi kno whe was doing alright.
It is good to hear from you my friend, for a while i thought the earth had opened up and taken you away. I am happy to hear you are fairing well, your job sounds like it keeps you very busy.
There are things that are happening to me that i don't understand, nightmares fill me when i close my eyes to rest, and even in day i have no rest. To keep busy I have practiced a lot. Starting to write my own lyrics and I hope i can play for you once again. You flatter me by comparing my voice to an angels, alas I do miss you.
Going out with Kinnara? I admit I did kiss him, but I am not a *****. I wouldn't say that I was dating Kinnara, my feeilngs are a bit messed up at the moment. I have thought over many things and my head cannot make out anything in particular which makes sense.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Aurora
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 10:37 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:22 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:40 am
Feeling a bit perturbed at his meeting with Q'pid and rather violated by how much of his personal life she knew he now sat in his room staring at his lute and the forbidden items that lay deep inside.
He couldn't play the lute with the underwear stuffed inside, it made horrible sounds rather than the beautiful notes he could normally play. So he had used the piccolo to be his new creative outlet, but he couldn't help but have his eyes linger on the instrument while he practiced.
Finally after blowing a couple of notes he put the piccolo down and then sheepishly went to his bedroom door and closed it it locked from the inside and that was exactly what he was going to do. The click of the door and then the shuffle of his feet towards his lute were the only sounds being made.
He halted before the instrument, howlong had it been since he had last looked at those umentionables? Probably the day he put them in there, so it had been a while since he had even played a note on his lute. His face flushed in embaressement. What had possessed him to keep them anyway?
His hand reached out his fingers tucking into the hallow base and he felt the cloth brush against his finger tips. Memories of the last time he had seen Medeine rushed into his mind like a flood. He paused and then finally withdrew the first said unmentionable.
Her bra. He sighed a bit, a bra wasn't nearly as embaressing as the underwear, he seemed almost relieved that the underwear weren't the first peice to come out. Tasius would kill me. He though to himself as he finally with trembling fingers reached in and pulled out the underwear.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, his shakeing hand brought the underwear closer to his body. He paused again before pressing said cloth into his chest. His heart ached, he squeezed his eyes shut just to recal her voice, scent and smiling face.
Aurora stood there for what seemed like an enternity before he finally pulled himself together and tucked the underwear into his pants pocket. Before finally sitting on his bed and picking up the stringed instrument and strumming a few chords. He winced at the sound. It was horribly out of tune.
Tunning the lute he then wondered what to do with it. But then the idea hit him, he would write a song. He got up gathered paper and then went back to his bed, the pencil in his hand paused, what was he giong to write about? He wasn't so sure, looking at the bra that was still hooked onto his arm he wondered i perhaps he could draw Medeine out of the forest if he sung to her. bUt not just any song a song made for her.
He chewed on the end of the pencil trying to think of a title for this said song and jauted a few ideas down.
'It started with a strawberry' -
Honey where have you gone?
It kinda hard to breath,
Is everything ok?
I have to whisper,
I don't want to scare you away,
It started with a strawberry
That touched the lips of an angel
Who had a smile
which always made me shy
hearing you speak, made me weak
I would rather die, than never see you
I never want to say goodbye
Its funny how things have changed
I dream of you every night
I wish I could hear those words
you spoke to me before
Girl you make it hard to live on
It started with a strawberry
That touched the lips of an angel
Who had a smile
which always made me shy
hearing you speak, made me weak
I would rather die, than never see you
I never want to say goodbye
Its funny that I only have a bit of cloth
To remind me of your scent, your smile
I need to hear your voice, say my name
you're becoming only a memory
I can't let you go,
It started with a strawberry
That touched the lips of an angel
Who had a smile
which always made me shy
hearing you speak, made me weak
I would rather die, than never see you
I never want to say goodbye
Promise me at least one more night
If you leave,
please don't take my heart away
what will i be left with?
I have things left unsaid
If you leave,
I will spend every single day looking for you
It started with a strawberry
That touched the lips of an angel
Who had a smile
which always made me shy
hearing you speak, made me weak
I would rather die, than never see you
I never want to say goodbye
I would rather die than never see you
I can't say goodbye
please come back
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:05 pm
So here it went. Aurora had been practicing on the notes of his new song for hours and hours. Even in secret. So embarressed to have had Rune find him in the midst of the love sonnet he had tried a much more private location. Though he knew that probably anyone who was in the area could or would hear him at least he felt a bit more secure now.
True enough...he was actually more likely to be exposed here than in any of the other places he had tried to practice. But now that his lute was free of unmentionables it was not as bad. Though he secretly kept the panties with him at all times, perverted just a bit? Perhaps, Aurora found a comfort with having them with him and sometimes inspiring. But he was too embaressed to take them out and look at them. He had to find her.
Since her dissapearance he remained uncovinced she was 'okay', even a glimpse would ease some of the pent up frusteration he was feeling. Not to mention Youthful urges. NOW that was an emabressing topic. Things seemed so easy when they were younger, heck even when he was the only one younger. The world seemed much more simple.
Chewing on his pencil eraser he spat out the pink chunks and then paused to look at his mangeled pencil. A weary laugh escaped his lips as he tossed the pencil down onto the rocky floor. He was under an rock lip with bushes that fairly obscured from either side.
Scratching an itch that had been bothering him for a long while now, he ruffeled his hair in frusteration. this being his first written song, he was having issues. The chords. It just seemed so much more simple when he 'borrowed' chords from already existing songs.
He had gone to visit the forest everyday to 'talk' to Medeine. Perhaps he needed to change locations? Or move around while he spoke? There was no garuntee she was in that part of the forest anyway. Maybe tomorrow he would try a different location. His mind worried over the fact that what if she showed up in the day he went somewhere else? Chewing his thumb he decided to at least start in the original spot and then branch out from there. Yeah that should work.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:24 pm
Aaron Arrikanez While walking somewhere, Aurora would come across something fluttering in the wind, caught on a branch. Or half a something. A letter - but the other half was gone, and all that was left was what was in front of him. And it was a letter... From Aekepi. Now the question remained... who had the other half?
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 12:31 am
Depression was an ugly thing. Aurora hadn't been right since the forest. . .
He lay on his bed as if half alive, his passion void from his lips. His blue eyes stared out vacantly while he let his mind drift in a sea of nothing. His body seemed like a weight, pressing into the mattress as if gravity was too much for him to handle anymore. Everything it seemed was just too much to handle.
Thinking caused pain and heart ache. A wall was being built up, one that would shield his heart from everything painful. A wall...that would be hard to tare down. And yet fleeting memories of Medeine and Kinnara and everyone he had ever met tried to keep those walls from coming up, and he beat them all back one by one mentally. He couldn't deal with it anymore...
But the pulse of his life couldn't keep him there, soon he moved recklessly. standing up he cried out in frustration. Like a child who couldn't understand the rules of a game he moved to his music stand and picking it up threw it across the room. Music paper fluttered down to the floor, ignoring them his own precious treasures he treaded across them to wear his lute lay.
His blue eyes now a steel blue were hard as they stared at the instrument. A shaky hand reached down to grasp the instrument, his fingers hovering a mere breath away from the wood finish, he felt his heart the only thing he could hear now. Who knew how long he stood there, could of been seconds or hours but it felt like eternity to the young boy.
Swallowing hard he finally moved away from the instrument, trodding across paper to where his dresser lay, the mirror in the back of it. He leaned on the wood, his hair falling down the side of his face. He looked up slowly, looking at himself it was a horrid sight.
The usually attractive young man had dark circles under his eyes, due to his lack of sleep, his cheeks were a bit sunken in from lack of food. Gritting his teeth he picked up an ink well and with fisted hand smashed it into the mirror.
The glass cracked, the mirror held up, the ink well didn't fare as well. Black ink dripped from a fist and at first adrenaline didn't allow him to feel the pain of the glass cutting into his skin, flesh and muscle.
Unclenching his hand it was then he felt something was wrong. Blinking he used his other hand to force his fingers to let go of the broken bottle. Ink spattered everywhere, as glass clinked onto the dresser table.
His hand was shaking so bad now that he was having problems focusing. Almost as if he was afraid of looking he finally turned his palm over, the black ink traced his life line, while blood seeped into the pool only to mix with black. Like a void sucking in all life and color his blood meant nothing.
Glass was embedded into sections of his palm and fingers.. it was then that he screamed.
It was a heart wrenching scream, like when someone learned that there was no life after death. One that could cause your hair to raise on your flesh, and make you shiver uncontrollably.
It was this scream that brought Jayoku running. This scream that caused the ambulance to come, the scream that was the last thing he uttered for a long long time.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 8:45 am
Aurora had come back, standing in the frame of his door way peering into his empty house. Jayoku had stayed behind to watch over her younger kids at d-corp. He had met them breifly, his time there was breif. Thinking he could et some reprieve from leaving Hamlen he soon found he was haunted no matter where he went. For when he while he stayed at his mothers home, her other son and daughter both had dragons as pets.
THe black one he thought the creatures name was Keir...something or other, that one he feared the most. It reminded him so much of his nightmares that the beast has to sleep in a different room. not wanting to be a burden anymore he had decided to come back home.
THe house smelt a bit stale, it needed airing out. Vaccuming as well. Jayoku was worried about him and offered to come with but he declined his pad of paper recording every few words he wrote down. Blinking he stepped into his house, flicked on a light and put his belongings down onto the floor. NO use in being nestalgic he needed to keep himself busy from getting even more depressed. Though now, he felt so lonely. Only the sound of his breathing stirred the air, licking his upper lip and swallowing the dry air he finally moved inwards.
For the first part of the day he avoided his bedroom. Since the accident way back he knew the mess was still in there. His hand was still bandaged, which made cleaning a real chore. But soon, opening curtians and windows the house felt alive and cleaner. Sitting on the kitchen chair he leaned back on the wood backing and blinked up at the ceiling. With a cough, the most noise he had made in a while he wondered if he would be able to speak again. It had been months, so long that he wondered if he ever spoke in the first place.
He needed to see people, try and get out of this rut he was in. Though in his heart he half heartedly wanted to dissapear. Ah...Jayoku had warned him that being alone tended to make one even more depressed, yep maybe he should ask someone to stay with him for a while...just until things got better. . .
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:37 pm
Aurora was getting frusterated with himself. Silence. And even with having met up with Kin and Aekepi he felt as if his silence meant very little. He had given up speaking? But why? The last real words were the barely audible once he spoke to Kin. Basically begging him to stay with him.
How self centered he was. Kinnara must of had his own life to live and yet he was asking something as selfish as asking the cat boy to move in with him. And Aekepi too. What to do?
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 10:40 pm
Aurora awoke, and like many mornings he stared up at his ceiling a moment. But something ...was different. For on this morning it was like something had changed inside of him over night. he couldn't explain it, didn't dare contridict it. But for once...he felt happy. The inkling feeling mixed witht he doubt that he was actually feeling this.
Blinking he turned his head and looked over, the sun was shining and birds chirping...he couldn't help but think how cliche this scene was. With a slight shiver he stood, the sheets dropping from his chest and body to the ground as he half dragged it across the room before it fell completely. Skritching his hair as he yawned he looked down at the still very stained wood that was his dresser.
Cleaners and bleachers were lining his dresser top as he had attempted to get the ink stain out of the wood, it proved much harder than he had thought. And...he caught the sight of something in a mirror. His lute. Dust had started to cover the instrument, he hadn't been near it in months.
Chewing on his lower lip he debated on wither he could or should pick up the lute and play. He glanced in the mirror again and did a double take. When...did his face get more masculine? Perhaps the regular eating was helping flesh out his figure, no longer scrawny and weak, but like a normal, though slightly girlish man.
Blue eyes gazed back as him as a small smile spread on his face. FOr once...he felt like a guy. Maybe it was now time to go and play a song or two..
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:09 am
Aftermath . . .
Aurora awoke the sun was starting to set..how much time had gone by? He stretched under the thin sheet that was thrown on him noticing in a rush that he was nakid and that he and Medeine had made love. It had been everything and more than he had thought it would be, but as he turned his head he noticed the other side was vacant.
His blues eyes darted around the room...but his shirt lay discarded on the floor as well as his pants and unmentionables, but there was no sign of her. Panic rose in waves, he bolted out of bed and tried to calm himself down. Maybe she went to shower? Somehow the sinking feeling in the pit of his gut told him no. And yet he got up and went about the house looking for her anyway.
Much later he sat on the edge of his bed, still feeling the slight glow of his earlier activities and yet puzzeled to why 'Deine had left without saying anything. BUt then again...it made sense. He should of taken note earlier but she seemed much more wild and apart of the forest than before...she probably didn't feel comfertable here..despite the fact she said she felt safe with him.
And though saddened by her departure he seemed much more at ease with it. Knowing she was alive was something, a hope he could hold onto. And that he found her once meant he could do so again. But she would choose when and where they would meet. All he could do is wait. And this time he wasn't going to mope around. INstead of desperately trying to search for her, he was going to let her find him. He would go visit the forest and work on his music, his throat and hand felt better than ever...not even an inkling of stiffness in his hand, which was odd...but he wasn't going to complain. Perhaps sex was a heal-all? He chuckled a bit and got up from the bed, doning no his pants and then moving tot he kitchen to get a bite to eat.
Soon music could be heard from his little garden...Aurora was back to singing once more.
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