The pinkette walked briskly into the densest part of the garden, back by the thick rose bushes and plopped onto the ground with a sniffle. How could girls with such fine breeding be so horrible? A few tears escaped, rolling down Aneira's flushed, freckled cheeks. She pulled the remnants of the mini top hat she had been working on into her lap. The lace and mesh were basically shredded and the skull button she had been sewing on was in pieces. The hat was ruined. Aneira sighed, set the hat on the grass and pulled her knees to her chest. A few more tears fell from her powder blue eyes, soaking into the light blue fabric of her dress as she rested her cheek on her knees. It was just a hat, even if she had been working on it for a month and it was almost complete. It was just a waste of time anyways, a hobby. She could never go any further with it. The pinkette sighed and carefully wiped the tears away. The truth held no comfort as she stared down at her ruined hat. As one of her father's friends said, she was like a canary; gifted with beautiful musical talent, but destined to be caged. That was the real truth. Another sigh, deeper and cleansing, rushed through her lungs and the pinkette stood, grabbed her ruined hat and brushed off her dress. No sense mopping; that never solved anything. Aneira carefully made her way out of he thick rose bushes only to stop a few feet from Yanagi Foster, who was casually sitting on a bench in the garden. The fashionissta blinked, opened her mouth, blinked again, and snapped her mouth shut. This was repeated a few times before Aneira realized her brain had effectively shut down.
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 9:52 am
Strawberry Pandalaura
Magica Royale
((Aneira's current outfit: ))
The pinkette walked briskly into the densest part of the garden, back by the thick rose bushes and plopped onto the ground with a sniffle. How could girls with such fine breeding be so horrible? A few tears escaped, rolling down Aneira's flushed, freckled cheeks. She pulled the remnants of the mini top hat she had been working on into her lap. The lace and mesh were basically shredded and the skull button she had been sewing on was in pieces. The hat was ruined. Aneira sighed, set the hat on the grass and pulled her knees to her chest. A few more tears fell from her powder blue eyes, soaking into the light blue fabric of her dress as she rested her cheek on her knees. It was just a hat, even if she had been working on it for a month and it was almost complete. It was just a waste of time anyways, a hobby. She could never go any further with it. The pinkette sighed and carefully wiped the tears away. The truth held no comfort as she stared down at her ruined hat. As one of her father's friends said, she was like a canary; gifted with beautiful musical talent, but destined to be caged. That was the real truth. Another sigh, deeper and cleansing, rushed through her lungs and the pinkette stood, grabbed her ruined hat and brushed off her dress. No sense mopping; that never solved anything. Aneira carefully made her way out of he thick rose bushes only to stop a few feet from Yanagi Foster, who was casually sitting on a bench in the garden. The fashionissta blinked, opened her mouth, blinked again, and snapped her mouth shut. This was repeated a few times before Aneira realized her brain had effectively shut down.
The Virtuoso of the Host Club wasn't even aware of his pink-haired audience. In that moment, he wasn't aware of much of anything.
Yanagi Foster was lost to the world generated by his violin.
Upon the air, dancing, walzing, a beautiful melody rang from the strings he mastered. The tune was a familiar one-- the heart-wrenching ballad that was ' Lacrimosa '. Fingers moved with nimble grace, drawing the bow across the instrument with refinement and talent. There, among the early roses, his expression was serene-- a little sad, as it always was, but at peace.
The face of a corpse at rest.
And then, something was wrong. His fingers trembled, skipped-- and the instrument dropped from his hands into his lap. A look of agony swept across his face-- the hand not clutching his bow shot up to his mouth. A violent fit of coughing overtook the boy, his whole frame shaking with effort, as color drained from his face.
Between his fingers, staining the stone pathway below his feet, a few drops of blood slipped and splattered.
And then, it came to pass. With a soft groan, the Brit righted himself as best he could, fingers trembling, complexion ashen. His breath heaved as he retrieved a pristine white square of cloth from his pocket and cleaned his hands, and his face.
This boy knew a cage. He knew it well. If it wasn't the cage of bed rest. It was a greater one-- his mortality.
Aneira gasped. A small hand had come up to stifle the noise, but it was too late; it had escaped. Fresh tears welled up in the pinkette's eyes as fear grinned her heart like an icy claw.
"Y-Yanagi!?" The girl breathed, everything forgotton--social awkwardness, the feeling that she wasn't good enough for this amazing creature, her family standing and responsibilities, and even the stupid hat she hat been crying over. The hat and her Sketchbook hit the ground with a thud as Aneira ran to the Brit's side, worry etched into every part of her face, especially those wide, powder blue eyes. "Are you alright, can I do anything?" The words came out quickly and probably jarbled as she dropped to her knees beside him to check to make sure he wasn't going to keel over. Tears feel quickly and silently down her flushed cheeks.
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:32 am
Strawberry Pandalaura
Magica Royale
Aneira gasped. A small hand had come up to stifle the noise, but it was too late; it had escaped. Fresh tears welled up in the pinkette's eyes as fear grinned her heart like an icy claw.
"Y-Yanagi!?" The girl breathed, everything forgotten--social awkwardness, the feeling that she wasn't good enough for this amazing creature, her family standing and responsibilities, and even the stupid hat she hat been crying over. The hat and her Sketchbook hit the ground with a thud as Aneira ran to the Brit's side, worry etched into every part of her face, especially those wide, powder blue eyes. "Are you alright, can I do anything?" The words came out quickly and probably garbled as she dropped to her knees beside him to check to make sure he wasn't going to keel over. Tears feel quickly and silently down her flushed cheeks.
Yanagi Foster closed his eyes. She'd seen all of that, had she?
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he set the bloodied handkerchief aside to gently take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure her he'd be alright. His touch was cooler than it should have been as he leaned back into his chair for support.
The attacks were getting worse. It wouldn't be too much longer.
" My bag...there's a daily pill pack...and a bottle of water. Get them for me, if you would? " His voice, usually warm and melodic, with just a hint of a British accent, seemed strained. The youngest member of the Foster family ran his fingers up through his hair, brushing them from his emerald eyes as they re-opened.
" I...I'm sorry you had to witness that, Miss Aneira. I'm sure the others told you about...my condition. I have my good days, and my bad ones. " As she returned, he set his beloved instrument aside, and reached up to brush a tear from her cheek. " Please, don't cry. You're much prettier when you smile...and that's how I want to remember you. " A faint blush crept into his cheeks-- there'd been a small confession in that remark, but as he drew back to take his medication, he said not another word about it.
Washing them down, Yanagi offered her his best smile. " What are you doing here, anyhow? Not too many people wander into the gardens during their down time. " He stopped to admire the roses. " This is where I practice, between classes. Ah, it might be a little embarrassing for a guy to admit, but I have a weakness for flowers. Plants, in general, really. I find them soothing. "
Pink hair flew around her head in a halo as she quickly turned to his back and dug out the requested items. As much as she tried, she couldn't get her hands to stop shaking.
"Please, don't apologize I-I'm just worried about you." She said softly. Normally her cheeks would have flushed with color as the gentle brush of his finger against her cheek and the compliment he bestowed upon her. But instead she savored the touch, her lips quivering as she forced back the tears that threatened to break past the damn.
Aneira could see it in his eyes; this wasn't just a bad day, it was really bad. She would lose him. The pinkette chastised herself; he was never hers to lose. But the reprimand didn't last long before his soft voice pulled her back to the present.
"O-oh, I--" She thought about lieing, but couldn't bring herself too. Not to him, not after what just happened. "I can to cry." Aneira admitted with a sigh and a bitter smile. "I was about to finish a mini top hat I'd been working on for a month and a couple girls from my class took it and handled it a but roughly. It's ruined now, and I have to tell Joel, and he's going to be so disappointed cause he was going to use it with his new Punk Lolita line." The pinkette sighed and bit her lip.
"I heard you; it was beautiful." Aneira smiled. It wasn't anywhere near her normal bright smile, but it was soft and there was something sweet in it, something just for the Brit.
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