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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 10:56 pm
The days were warming despite the spring rain. The day itself was cool and crisp although it promised to burn off by noon; the type of day that was cold in the shadows but warm just outside. It was on this type of day that Kaoru had chosen to finally leave her home and take a walk to see what the rain had done to the town.
It was a relief to feel the brisk air on her cheeks, arms bare against the cool breeze, breathing in deeply the enriched scent of wet earth and new growth. Delicate fingers drew over a passing rose bush, plucking a dead one and holding it carefully against her palm, the hem of her gown held mindfully in the other hand. With all the wet that had passed, she didn't want to ruin her dress!
Kaoru found herself near the park not far from work, crimson eyes turning over the quiet scene. There weren't any children out yet, either because the hour was early or the parents simply didn't want them playing when the grass was still damp with the previous night's rain. The pomegranate teen didn't anticipate meeting anyone here, given that the weather deterred most folk and the hour didn't do much to help - a weekend, where the sun was casting long shadows yet. She didn't sleep much as of late, and had much on her mind, idly gazing at the dead bloom against her sun-kissed features.
If only she could bring that which was dying some vitality, she would not be near as lonely as she was now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:44 am
Contrary to popular belief, Amahté liked to think.
On the rare occasion the little boy was alone - because he was constantly bombarded by his subjects on a regular basis, therefore had no down time for sure - he found himself escaping. The only way to enjoy his own company was to abandon the confines of his home. While Mary at the piano had a calming effect on him, it occupied his mind with notes and music. And, in the midst of thinking as heavily as a boy-king often does (on such things as himself, his society, and what could possibly be for dinner tonight), he ended up ceasing thought altogether.
The damp ground felt good against the bare pads of his feet, like the grass had been wiped clean. While meandering the park that morning, perhaps something a boy his age and size should have been wary of doing, he found himself stopping every so often to bury his toes in the springy turf. He knew the area, if only somewhat. It looked familiar. Amahté didn't often commit things to memory unless it soundly caught his attention.
And the figure of a young woman by the rose bush certainly snared it.
At first, Amahté was a little bit confused. He stood, several meters away, slender brows drawn together, because really, she didn't look much like a human at all. She did and she didn't. Maybe it was the too-pretty way her curls fell, or the deliberate creases in the dress she wore. Or, perhaps, it had to do with the branches rising from her shoulders as though she were a tree.
Amahté hated to admit he may have been a little bit on edge, because she looked nothing less than a deity. Of course, he didn't realize that it was because his subconscious was screaming her name with a fair deal of unease since he knew her, knew her, knew her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 12:43 am
She heard the soft whisper of wet grass pressed against a light weight, but she didn't turn her head to acknowledge it right away. Kaoru was aware it meant someone else was in the vicinity, but it didn't occur to her to acknowledge the presence; the teen stood upright, eyes downcast beneath the heavy fall of curls, brows resting in an almost melancholy fashion over her long lashes. If the spiced apple boy thought her to be a deity, he could not be held accountable for such an assumption.
Finally, her weighted lids lifted to reveal her bright garnet eyes, her gaze lighting upon the dark-skinned youth not all that far from her. I know you, she thought to herself, a distant voice in her mind, as if she wasn't quite a part of herself just then. Regardless, her cupid bow lips curved to offer a soft smile to the boy she'd seen at work so many times. It felt like it had been a lifetime since they had first met.
"Amahté," Kaoru purred in her soft, honey-filled voice. Her gown did little more than ripple around her feminine body as she turned to face him, the dead bloom still nestled in the warm palm of her hand. "To what do I owe the honor of your brilliant presence on such a somber day?" By now, the pomegranate Scent knew well how to string her words just so - Orpheus had, if anything, trained her well. It became second nature to her, and knew well it would be wise of her to utilize her 'skill' to ensure Amahté didn't flee her as she felt he might like to.
She could use the company, even if the company would rather not be used as such.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 9:06 am
Amahté, like a cat, caught every shift, every movement, and had to consciously remind himself that he was a king and kings did not step back, no matter how young. But she was Demeter, a foreign queen, mourning the loss of her daughter, taken so young, so young--
He tensed when the woman finally turned towards him, and when he inhaled - not because he was startled, he told himself, never because he was startled - he caught pomegranates on the cool air. The familiarity was just shy of being palpable.
No-- he thought absently. Persephone, made queen to a foreign land, cradling the dead blossom and mourning her inevitable return.
The boy didn't respond at first, replied with a shift in his posture, a furrow of his brow. It was the only acknowledgment he had given her upon hearing his name. And her knowledge of it didn't surprise him. Should she know him? Certainly! Did she know him? Yes-- and he knew her too.
"Kaoru," he finally provided, testing the name rather than admitting he was uncertain. Amahté was only uncertain because he half-hoped it wasn't her. He tore his eyes from the Scent to appear less like a gawking boy and more like... a nervous one?
Hardly!
"Fate, I suppose," he provided, speaking more to the bushes than to the other Scent. And Fate had a terrible sense of humor. He rubbed the fabric of his kilt between his fingers, tried - for once - not to over-think. Amahté turned his gaze back to Kaoru, the green of envy on the red of wrath, a humorless smile springing upon the child's lips.
"I could ask the same, but in much less colorful words."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 8:41 pm
A somber smile tugged at her lips as ruby eyes turned downcast, settling upon the withered bloom in her hand. Even Amahté had changed, far from the uncomfortable and untrusting child-god-king that she'd met before. But then...so, too, had she changed. Kaoru wasn't quite the genderless puzzle of the past, even if she did retain a bit of that mystique of not being all that she appeared to be. It was just less obvious, now...
"I..." the teen started, although her parted lips refused to allow anymore words, two well placed petals on her sun-kissed face. Where to start? She had been proud of her words before, but now she was afraid of using entirely too many, or worse - ones that the Spiced Apple boy would not be interested in. For her, it was less a consideration for her company (sorely desired as it were) and more a protection of herself. She wasn't sure she could bear a bared heart to be laughed at.
And so, the Scent stuck with simplicity. "I came to think," she offered up lightly, "to let the cool air clear my head." Her free hand lifted, slender fingers touching the stiff petals of the darkened flower. "To not feel so helpless, or perchance, to consider ways to be useful." Kaoru smiled, although it was a touch rueful; her own lack of confidence and helplessness turned on herself.
"It is good to see you, Amahté," she added, heavy-lashed eyes lifting to rest upon the child she admired so.
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