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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 5:22 am
The sound of wood splintering echoed throughout the room. Then finally giving away to the applied pressure the wooden frame snapped. Reaching for nearby small hammer Abel pulled out the nail pinning the canvas to the frame. He worked slowly careful not to rip or stretch the canvas and yet threw the pieces of wood behind his shoulder without care, littering the floor with small wooden splinters and large broken chunks. When he finished, he spread out the canvas and admired his work. What had originally been an eight by nine inch beautiful oil painting of the sky filled with rolling sky was now reduced simply to a piece of canvas with the same image.
Touching the textured surface of the painting a faint smile lit upon the man’s face. And parting his lips, the words escaped from his mouth on their own accord. “Maintenant vous pouvez voler pour toujours Claude.” Now you can fly forever Claude.
Getting up, Abel walked to his bed and began patting his bed gently. He was looking for something. Finally having found what he was looking for, he scooped it up with both hands and then proceeded back to walk over to where the spread out canvas was. Taking a seat, he placed the object in his hands onto the middle of the canvas. It was a bird, one of Abel’s two friends. Claude. The parakeet had obviously been dead for quite a while. Its body was stiff and cold. Stroking the bird on the head once more, Abel began wrapping him up in the canvas.
When Abel had finished, Claude was wrapped up in the canvas with the painted side against the dead animal. Preventing the canvas from unwrapping itself, Abel had tied it together with a piece of twine that had former served by binding several stacks of canvases together.
Picking up the wrapped up parakeet Abel opened the door to his room and ran out, leaving the door wide open. What did his room matter compared to Claude?
It was dark already and from above the crescent smile of the moon lit up the night. Looking around Abel surveyed the area before he deemed it safe to enter. The place he had arrived at was the LOTUS facility garden. It was beautiful thing even at night but at current he was hardly here to sight see. His real reason for being here was to dig a grave for Claude. The package containing the bird bumped against Abel’s body in his uniform pocket as he walked briskly towards the flowers and plants. Looking at a rose bush then some random shrub, he decided to bury Claude under the rose bush. It would be the safest place for the dead parakeet from scavengers such as cats.
Getting down on his hands and knees, he flinched as a small thorn snagged the flesh on his cheek. Nevertheless he rolling up the arms of his uniform he began digging right under the rose bush. It wasn’t long before the top of his hands were scratched up and bleeding from the bush’s vicious attack to defend itself against unwanted visitors. Ignoring the pain he continued to dig deeper and soon he had a small hole, one could even see the entangled roots of the plant. It took some time and eventually he had a deep hole in the ground. It was almost foot deep, quite a feat as the male had been digging with his bare hands.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out Claude in his canvas cocoon glory and placed him carefully in the hole. Abel was concentrating so hard on his current task, he failed to keep remember to keep a look out just in case anyone else came in and to make very little noise. The sound of dirt being thrown into the hole could be heard almost ten feet away.
If anyone decided to walk in on Abel, they would probably arrive to the conclusion that he was some raving lunatic hiding his coveted items away from other people.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:59 am
 ...what a quiet night. Hyo woke up, while the room was still covered in darkness. It was his first night on such an unusual bedding, which his body felt very clearly, allowing him only a minimum of rest. Oh well, you can get used to anything, I guess... But for now, the boy didn't feel like sleeping anymore. Maybe a bit of fresh air will make me feel better..? That's how he ended on the corridor, completely dressed, in the middle of the night. After all, a girl shouldn't be walking in her night garments where she could be seen by anybody, should she? The night was calm and quiet, and Hyo quickly decided to take a walk around the garden, and not just go out for a moment. But as the boy moved away from the building, and deeper into the garden, he noticed a sudden disappearance of the silence that he already managed to get used to. Curious, Hyo moved towards the source of these sounds, finally noticing what it was. Someone, Hyo wasn't sure about the gender (like he'd ever be able to be sure of it again), was sitting under a big rose bush, digging next to it, and probably damaging the poor thing. Was this a new gardener? But why would a gardener work in the middle of the night, not to mention in such a messy way..? After a while of observing this person, Hyo slowly became more and more concerned. He/she didn't look that well. Was that person sick? Or maybe...maybe taken over by demons? Raai kept trying to convince him that demons didn't exist, but after his first night in LOTUS Hyo will never, ever believe it, even if the Kind Spirit says so. But in the end, worry won over fear. The boy took a breath, and asked quietly. <"Are...are you okay..?">
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 4:54 pm
Abel while completely absorbed in his task was not stupid. He had paid attention well when learning the skills of war and now he was using one. Momentarily stopping he let the silence fall. Then he heard it. The sound was similar to that of cloth brushing against itself. From what he could tell it was a soft swishing. Probably a silk gown or some other clothing item of quality fabric. Maybe the person wearing it was a noble, or just rich. Not many people could afford silk sleeping garments. But enough of nobles, the fact that he had heard the swishy meant that there was someone else in the garden. Working with even more endeavor he pushed the soil into the hole faster. It was about a quarter filled. He was doing this fast enough and to top it off his hands were starting to hurt, in fact he was worried that it might get infected. The top of his hands looked as if someone had gotten a fork and scratched the top of the surface repeatedly until the skin had torn and bleeding. Further soil from the ground had mixed with the blood to congeal into a muddy mess on top of his hand.
He was pretty sure that dirt getting into the wound was one of many reasons why men who could simply limp with a bad leg ended up getting their leg amputated up to their hip. But then again it could just be him being paranoid. Pushing the image of his hands rotting off his wrists into the very back of his head he pushed more dirt into the hole. It was about a third of the way filled.
Abel paused. He had heard the swishing sound again and it sounded nearer, in fact he could even hear their steps. He had just barely managed to pick the sound up. While he couldn’t hear the feet touching the ground he could hear the heel of the foot rising from the ground. Maybe a woman? Or a small quiet child? There was no way possible it could be a man. Men were easy to pick out form the way they violently grinded the toe of their foot wear into the ground.
Abel still had a little way to go before he was done burying Claude. It was half filled and with every passing second it was getting closer to being completely covered. As he was pushing some more dirt into the hole, he heard words. The surprise of being caught had him off guard. As his attention was diverted, his left hand slipped and went into the hole. As his whole body was thrown off balance, he found himself going head first into the rose.
Just barely, just barely he had managed to raise his right arm to shield his face. He wasn’t quite quick enough it seemed, he got a cut on his cheek right above the first one. One could not avoid all danger. He made no sound as the thorns dug into his arm, though he felt quite ridiculous in his position. He was lying flat on the ground with his left hand pinned under his body in the hole [which was throbbing by this point], his legs spread out and his face in the rose bush. How could he get out of his position without his left arm?
Mentally Abel cursed his luck. Maybe the person who had spoken would help him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 5:12 pm
Hyo made a short yelp, as the startled person fell head-on into the rose bush. That surely must've hurt. He quickly approached him (or her), kneeled next to him (her?) on the ground, and holding the person with on of his arms, started releasing him (...her?) from the thorns. It was just like when my hair got tangled into thorns... Just do it slowly, and everything will be all right... <"Now please, only don't move..."> He said softly, trying to calm the person. He felt a bit guilty of startling him. At this moment he didn't really care that the other one wouldn't understand his words, he just wanted to calm him (or her) enough to not try struggling with the bush. <"You'll be free soon..."> He continued <"...Just a few more moments... Only four more branches.... It'll be fine... now three... Just wait calmly, and everything will be all right..."> <"...there."> When the last of the branches released the person from its grasp, Hyo helped him (or her) get back into a sitting position... ...and noticed the devastated hands. He took them gently with his own, and raised so he could see better. And the view was pretty worrying. <"...You should clean them, you know... this doesn't look good. Doesn't look good at all."> The boy shifted his gaze from the person's hands onto the face. Just what kind of thing was he (she?) doing, to bring him(her?)self to such a state..?
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:40 pm
He felt an arm wrap around him as the person who surprised him attempted to help him back out. While he wasn’t quite sure what the person was saying he kept still, better to do nothing than to do something and regret it. Besides, what if he fell into the bush again? Then Nine of ten, he would probably bring the person who was trying to save him into the bush also. Then they would both be stuck and the two of them would have to wait for someone to rescue BOTH of them. Abel did not intend to stay late enough for the sun come up.
He waited patiently while the person untangled him from the branches. Their touch was gentle and their voice… he couldn’t tell if it was a woman or man. It wasn’t quite deep enough for a man but not high enough for a woman. Abel was starting to wonder if his savior was a man but then decided that it was a woman. Besides, hadn’t he heard the sound of silk brushing against itself? And then the way they had walked, or rather what he had heard. Obviously that was the sound of this young lady’s entrance into the garden.
When he felt the last branch untangled from him and moved to sitting position he used his arms to steady himself. Looking up he gasped when he saw his savior’s face. She was beautiful beyond words. While he had never seen a woman from the orient he was quite sure she was one of them. Her beauty was like a beacon in the dark compared to that of beautiful French women he had seen. Even Juliette could not be compared to her; it was like placing the common chicken to a bird of paradise. There was no competition. He inwardly glowed from delight. He had heard of this feeling, his fellow artists in the army had described it as finding inspiration. He had found what he had been searching for… a muse. He had found his muse.
His ice blue eyes never left her face even when her hand reached for his. Her hand was soft and he hated that his were calloused; at least they were getting better though. When he saw a look of worry on her delicate face he looked down at his hands and understood why. The back of his hands, they were… quite hideous at the current moment. She spoke in that soft voice of hers and he involuntarily leaned closer to hear her and caught her gentle scent. It was pure, unlike him. He continued to stare at the maiden and felt the heat rising to his cheeks when she looked up at him. Her expression was one of confusion.
Was she wondering why his hands were like that? That was easy… he was burying Claude. Or he had been. A look of horror crossed his face as he remembered he had only half finished burying the parakeet. Pulling his hands out from hers he went back to filling up the hole. It took a while, the hole filled up slowly and then it was done. Patting the soil with a firm hand, the area no longer looked like a hole had been dug there. In fact, it looked like the ground just in front any other tree or plant in this garden.
Abel looked at the ground with a sad expression. Then a wet spot appeared. Thinking that it was beginning to rain he looked up at the sky and then her. It wasn’t the sky, nor was it her. So then… was he crying again? As if his body were to teasing him more wet spots appeared on the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:21 pm
This feeling... He was dragged into something really, really unusual. He could feel it. One moment he was freeing a person he never met from a bush, and the other... ...He was staring into a pair of most amazing blue eyes, which he could never even imagine. His hand moved slowly, taking a lost strand of his hair, and placing it in correct position. But his eyes... He couldn't move them for quite a while. Till his instincts managed to break through the clouds surrounding currently his brain, and made him remember that a proper lady should never, ever stare. So he moved his eyes down, placing them on something safer - the man's (probably man's) hands. Which soon were taken away from him, when the blue-eyed person, instead of going to take care of his damaged hands, started to do something with the ground again. Burying something? Hyo waited patiently, till he was finished. And when he finally looked at him... The expression on the man's face said him that something must've gone terribly, terribly wrong. He was crying. Hyo once again forgot about not looking too much at someone's face. He looked into his eyes, and moved closer, slowly raising his hand. And then, holding the tip of his sleeve, he placed it first under one of the eyes, then under the other one, letting the fabric drain the leftover tears. <"...Just what have happened to you...?"> He said quietly, slowly moving back again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 3:37 pm
Abel froze in place as Hyo approached him. The male almost seemed to stop breathing as the celestial beauty leaned closer to the Frenchman. His breathing was shallow he could feel the fuzziness forming in his brain from the lack of oxygen. It was true that the male had been approached by all sorts of beautiful women [and men] but none of them had even gotten close to making him feel overwhelmed. They had seduced him, played with him and adored him yet his heart had never felt like this. It was confusing feeling and yet… he knew deep down that it was also a good thing. That he was slowly recovering from everything. He knew he wouldn’t get well at once very quickly, he knew that he would still have his moods yet he knew somehow that he was getting better slowly. Very slowly, but it was starting, his heart was beginning to feel again for more than just Juliette and Cosette.
That later he would be able to love, to trust, and to be there for all the people he cared. Not now, but later. For now he would simply enjoy this feeling. This one sided intimacy with the maiden, his sacred meeting with a muse.
He instinctively closed his eyes has the woman lifted her hand up to his face. Instead of feeling her soft hands, he felt the cool gossamer of silk brush against his face, brushing away the tears and taking away the pain. Opening his eyes slowly he gazed upon her face through his thick lashes. He felt the urge to grab her hand and press it against his lips, to dress it with soft kisses. Yet somehow he maintained his composure and the crazy thoughts that were flying through his head.
Then the belle spoke. He couldn’t understand her. It was different from anything he had ever heard. He couldn’t even pick out words that might have had a French counterpart. What was this strange tongue she spoke? Despite his frustration in being unable to understand her, he didn’t mind. He saw her pull back away from him and he wanted to pull her on top of him. The heat rose to his face at the indecent thought however luckily for him it wasn’t enough to show a blush. Shoving the dirty thought out of his head he watched her closely he was absorbing everything about her. Her manners, voice, and appearance. Something about the woman’s appearance was nagging him, he couldn’t quite place it but… something was not quite right.
No. There was nothing wrong with her. He was simply lightheaded in her presence. It was common when one was with a beautiful woman.
Already in his mind’s eye Hyo’s face was engraved deep into his memory. He could already see himself back in his room painting the maiden in her innocent air. Abel was already picking out which colors he would blend together for her skin and then her dress. Her delicate hands… there was blood on one of her fingers!
Reaching for her left hand, he observed her index finger and found the small cut. It was probably from a thorn when she had untangled him. It was still bleeding; raising her dainty finger to his lips he placed his lips against the cut. Then instinctively he parted his lips and licked her finger with the tip of his tongue. The taste of blood was the same, salty and metallic.
He paused for a moment and eventually realized what he had just done. His expression was a combination of dismay and embarrassment. More of the latter. He quickly released her hand like a man who had just grabbed a piping hot kettle. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a while embroidered handkerchief and held it out for her. His face was turned to the side, a poor attempt at hiding his horror stricken face.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:23 pm
Hyo was going to take the boy to the bathroom, to get rid of all that dirty ground and blood and everything, when he surprised him once again. A sudden movement, taking hold of his hand, took Hyo completely unprepared. And even more what happened later. A kiss. He...kissed...my...finger... Hyo's face took the shade of brilliant red, quickly hidden behind the sleeve of his free hand. This was the first time that someone dared to be so...so intimate to him! He had no idea how to react. This was the first time he saw this man, just...just who does he think he is?! Where's the proper courting? Asking family for permission? Well, asking family for permission might be pretty impossible now, but I'm sure the Kind Spirit wouldn't mind to act as my father... ...why haven't I pulled my hand away yet? And then...and then that man LICKED him. Just like that. Opened his mouth, and licked the finger he was kissing. Oh gods. He wasn't courting. HE WANTS TO EAT HIM.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:16 pm
When the young lady raised up her sleeve to hide her face Abel knew he had committed a mistake. Not just a mistake, a HORRIBLE mistake. His face paled and he could only image the thoughts going through her head. Did she think he was a rapist? Or maybe some really weird serial killer with a fetish for fingers? He could feel the beads of cold sweat dotting his face as he began to panic. If anyone had seen that, then her reputation was about as good as gone. It would be his fault if she was a woman of good family [or married] and had been blamed for committing indecent acts with some strange man. He looked around and began to back away from her. He couldn’t be seen with her. It would be his responsibility to leave right now before someone walked in on them.
Abel slowly back away from Hyo and stopped when the prickly thorns of the rose bush stabbed his back. Standing up quickly he looked over the bushes and spotted an area with tall bushes. Without looking down at the oriental woman he began running in that general direction. He would disappear through the plants and then return to his room, he had stayed much longer than he intended too. While he was sad to leave his muse he knew it was necessary. She was not intended for him to have, he was sure of that. He ran swiftly with long strides, he wasn’t intending on staying on the designated path. Using his fingers and hands to part the branches of trees and bushes he formed narrow areas for his body to pass and quickly disappeared through a mass of green leaves and entered darkness.
He wasn’t breathing hard. Not at all. But he was beginning to feel cluster phobic. It was dark, he couldn’t see and when he had stretched his arms at full length both sides he touched stone. It seemed the only option was to go forward or backwards. Taking a few experimental steps he walked backwards and noted that the entrance he had come from had become overgrown with some type of bush. The one of several he had passed through to get here.
That meant he had to go forward. He blinked several times and slowly his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. While at first it was like trying to walk through ink now it was simply as if he was looking through a clear sheet that been covered with a thin fine layer of black watercolor. He could only see about two feet ahead of himself. That was fine. He only hoped that there was a way out of this place aside from the way he had come in. Spreading his arms in front of him he took small steps wary of rats or stone walls that he might trip or walk into. After twenty five or so paces the tips of his fingers touched something cold and slimy. A wall. He could no longer walk straight. Taking five paces to the right and to the left he concluded that the area now branched off into two paths. Which one to take? He decided to take the right path. His left hand was the dominant one so a little variety was good.
Since his feet hadn’t kicked anything moving or hard earlier he walked taking bigger steps. Thirty paces and then another wall. The halls or passageways were becoming longer. This time there wasn’t another right turn only a left turn. And thus he took that. After another three turns he finally realized what he was in and how big of a trouble he might be in.
He was in a labyrinth. He did not know the way out. He had passed about two other double forks on the way earlier. There was no light. He was ********. He could die in here and no one would know… except her. He had a feeling that she wasn’t going to come after him. But that was always just a haunch.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:50 pm
..so...he's not going to eat him? Hyo observed the young man suddenly dash away, and he felt completely puzzled. So...he wasn't eaten. Which means that person can't be bad. When you're having urges to eat people you've just met, that means you have to be a man-eating demon. But if you manage to fight off those urges, to silence your demonic cravings... That means that deep inside you're a really good guy. And good guys shouldn't be walking around with bloody hands. He grabbed the folds of his dress firmly, raising it just a little bit, and started to run after the young man. His speed was much slower, mostly because of the shoes, which weren't made for running - polite young ladies should never run. But this is a special case, yes? But he managed to not loose him from his line of sight thanks to the obstacles. He would never fall. A small bending of his body, leaning slightly to the left, make one bigger step instead of two smaller... He could feel things like this instinctively, allowing him to not even slow down when something appeared on his way. But still. That wasn't enough. The boy was far enough already, and then...he disappeared into the darkness. Hyo attempted to run faster. But it wasn't such a good idea. A sound of a tearing fabric left the boy with one of his feet bare. He stopped immediately, and looked around. A proper lady wouldn't be walking barefoot on the grass... ...but what choice did he have? The way back to his room was quite long. And if he found this boy (who was probably a converted demon), maybe he'd be able to help him? He looked at his poor, little foot. Yes, this definitely sounded better. So now, permanently slow, he went into the darkness, trying to touch the ground with his bare foot as little as possible, and holding his torn slipper in his hand. It was pitch-black. With no idea where he was, Hyo depended on his senses to warn him if something wasn't right. Now hopefully this young man didn't run off too far yet...
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:30 am
As he continued his expedition through the maze he was unaware that his muse had followed. He was concentrating too hard on trying not to get lost that he failed to hear the faint familiar sound of silk brushing against itself. Of course he never believed that the young woman would follow him in the first place…
Stumbling through the labyrinth Abel barely managed to stop himself from tripping on a sudden rise that had appeared. Climbing gingerly he went up several more rises. Which led him to the question: Just how big was this place? He had never come in contact with a labyrinth that had rises, simply because they were on flat level ground all his other years. But then were they just rises or steps? Steps always lead to somewhere, if they were steps then he might be led out of this thing… Or not. One could never be sure. After climbing twenty or so more rises the male finally concluded that they were steps. Rises were just one or maybe five steps not ten or twenty.
With the tips of his fingertips against the cold wall he continued to go deeper into the labyrinth. When he climbed the last step he was momentarily left in confusion as the cold feeling in his fingertips subsided. The walls had stopped. To his amazement he found himself in front of a large circular garden. It was quite large almost 100 feet in diameter not counting the 5 feet wide walk ways placed for visitors to walk through and around. This area even had lighting, the ceiling above them had clean circular cut. It was from there that the moonlight was streaming in providing the light. The gentle moon beams lit up certain parts of the garden displaying an exquisite collection of flowers. Ones he had never even seen before. From what superb condition the flowers were in he figured that someone must be aware of this garden’s existence. Walking down the pathway in front of him he started made his way towards the center of the garden.
The center of the garden was also circular though only ten feet in diameter. In the very center of the whole garden was a fountain. It seemed to be carved of stone, satyr holding a jar of water over the head of several mermaids. The mermaids were nothing like the ones he had been told of as a child, they were frightening. Sharp teeth and long nails, not at all what he had been told, and then the satyr… he seemed to be sneering at him. It spooked and intrigued him both at the same time. To make it all the worse the fountain was life sized, it felt as if they were watching him not the other way around. As if they could break their encasing of stone and lunge at him. Only making the whole fountain worse were the blood red flowers blooming under it. Feeding off the water that had tipped the edges of the mermaid’s bathing pool.
While the air should have been stale from lack of available ventilation [those holes in the ceiling don’t cut it] it was fresh and had a lingering coy scent. Most definitely from the many flowers of this garden. He felt the slight throbbing at the side of his head as a headache began to appear. He didn’t take well to overly strong floral scents or perfume. Grimacing he closed his eyes and massaged his temples. It wasn’t working. Then slowly his senses were becoming dull. Unable to stand without feeling the need to fall over he reached with his hand for the nearest bench.
Taking a seat on the bench he momentarily closed his eyes then lost consciousness. As he lost control over his body, it fell backward such that it looked like he was sleeping on his back with his legs resting on the bench. Luckily for him instead of his head cracking against stone it was cushioned by a large mass of flowers growing there. They were same red flowers that Abel had seen growing under the fountain. The same red flowers that were known in Asia for producing miracle white powder that could relieve pain and cause one to become addicted to it. Opium they had called it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 2:57 pm
...how much more will it take? His poor foot was slowly starting to hurt. A good maiden, one like himself, shouldn't be made to walk around barefoot in such places. Hyo was slowly contemplating turning back and going to his room, in hope that nobody would notice him in such an unproper state, when he finally noticed a change in the environment around him. First notice to this change was a sudden lift of the terrain. He could feel it as he was approaching, and decided to take that way - something unusual in such a place probably signalized the end of his search for the exit. Now let's only hope that the young man he was following also found this place. ...which was...frightening. When Hyo managed to finally see his surroundings, he almost turned back to run away. The huge, stone figures showing various demons... ...nobody should be staying in such a place. And then...he saw him. The man he was searching for, laying peacefully on the stone pedestal, like he was sleeping... Was he really sleeping? Or was it...something else? He carefully approached the boy, and placed a hand on his cheek. Yes, still warm... So, probably asleep. Soon, his pained foot made him remember about itself. He just had to sit down. But he didn't want to go too far to the other bench. This place was so scary, and what if the man tried to run away again..? He carefully raised the man's head, slipped himself onto now freed space, and sat down, placing his head on his knees. He saw the girls in the House doing it sometimes, so it can't be bad, can it...? And the other's warmth...was pretty reassuring... Now to only not look at those scary figures...
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:50 pm
Abel’s head rested on the young lady’s lap for only a few minutes, less than ten. Yet under the shallow lights and impending silence it seemed like hours. Other than his chest moving up and down from his breathing he was still. Like a young man who had gazed upon the gorgon’s eye, unmoving, still, like a statue. Then suddenly his eyes flew open. They were the same and yet so different, they were the same eyes full of pain and grief yet they had lost the luster in them from when he had first seen the young lady who had rescued him from the clutches of the malicious rose bush. He had suddenly gone from a man full of happiness to one who had just lost his purpose in life. The liquid ice blue irises had become another color; it was darker, as if the irises had just been covered by a grey veil.
He was unaware of what position he was sitting in at the moment. His mind was preoccupied at the moment, going over the scenes he had seen while he was unconscious. Closing his eyes, his slender fingers ran through his hair and stopped when instead of meeting air touched some sort of smooth fabric. Then he realized that while the rest of his body was cold from the stone bench his neck and head were warm and on top of a soft surface. Sitting up slowly, he moved his ash colored bangs from his eyes and turned around to look at what his head had been resting on.
He was unsure of whether he should be inwardly happy, angry, or sad. His face was blank, indifferent, that tended to when he was confused. In which he was QUITE CONFUSED in this current situation. Inside he was bursting with joy at the fact that HIS muse had come after him and even allowed him to rest his head on her lap. At the same time he felt kind of annoyed that she had spurred his action to preserve her reputation. Yet for some reason the emotion he felt the most was… sadness. That vision he had seen had shaken him up quite a bit and knowing himself it would take a few days to remove himself of it. He was still feeling the effects of Claude’s death.
Sliding down to the other end of the bench as far as he could without falling off he made a gesture of thanks. He wasn’t sure if she would understand it or not but hopefully she didn’t think that he was insulting her. That was the least of his intentions.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 4:17 pm
Noticing the boy's sudden change of mood (again), Hyo didn't inquire about his slipper from the very beginning. Instead, he just let it lie next to him on the bench, and smiled slightly to the blue-eyed man. ...should I say something? After a moment of hesitation, he decided not to. It was obvious that he didn't understand a word that Hyo was saying, and there's no need to confuse the boy more. The boy... He'd want to at least know his name... Maybe he could? He remembered the way that other people he met so far introduced themselves. It was pretty obvious the first time he saw it, even though it was the first time he saw such a gesture. So maybe this person would understand it too? After making sure that he's being watched, Hyo raised his hand, placed his hand on his heart, and quietly said his name. <"Hyo."> Just like that, without any unnecessary information, that might've just confused the other one. Then, with the same hand, he thought the other's chest, and looked into his eyes. ...will he understand?
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 12:30 am
Abel watched as the maiden placed her dainty hand on her chest and parted her lips. Then she spoke. The word was unknown to him but he was sure he had a good idea what she had just said, her name. ‘Heaux.’ She had said. Her body language had said that much. A crease formed on his forehead as he contemplated how to introduce himself. Speaking wasn’t an option, he was sure of that much. How was he supposed to speak to his angel when he couldn’t even speak to his own sister? A deeper creased formed and finally he smiled as an idea came to his head. Why not speak to her as he did to that other man Lai whom he met at the training facility? Reaching into his pocket for a sketchbook he realized that he had neither a pencil nor a sketchbook. Placing his fingers on his lips, he thought for a short moment. This was a garden. All gardens required soil, clay or dirt. That meant there was still a way for him to ‘talk’ to her.
Standing up he looked around and immediately stopped the mass of red flowers behind their bench. Turning around and getting on his knees, he pulled out a few of the flower to clear some space. He touched the ground with his fingers and to his surprise discovered it was quite soft. Then using his fingers he wrote out his name in the loamy soil. ‘Abel.’ It read. Hopefully she would be able to read it. Making sure that she had looked at the word written on the ground and that her eyes were on him again. He then placed his left hand on his chest and pointed at the words with his right.
Standing up once more, he brushed off the dirt on his clothes and looked around the garden once more. There were four other exits excluding the one he had come from. Walking over to Heaux, he stood in front of her and held out his land for her. A small smile had graced his face and his eyes weren’t as dark or brooding as before. Lighter. As if knowing her name had whisked away the darkness in his heart from earlier. Then with his other hand he pointed at one of the exits. It was his way of saying ‘Shall we leave now?’
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