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Ayame was staring into the sunset. She loved to watch the sunset. The vivid colors reminding her of the way the sun would reflect off the ocean at home. She simply stood there, staring. She had found the rose gardens simply by chance, as she had wondered around the grounds, she had instantly fallen in love with them. The soft red of the petals so much like the roses her mother had grown back home. Ayame sighed watching as couple after couple began to leave. Ayame had not yet found that special someone, with whom she could stand together with and watch as the sunset. I'd better leave soon too, she tought wistfully. Oh well. I can come back tomorrow. Just as she was about to turn and head back to the dorm, she heard a rustling behind her, the kind that resulted when one inadvertantly brushes up against a bush. She whipped around to see a solitairy figure, outlined by the sunset.
Post by Alexander W. Black on Sept 28, 2007 20:49:01 GMT -5
The corridors of the castle had seemed very idle, kinda creepy in Alex's point of view. He'd never really seen the corridors as idle, besides the nights when he has to patrol and make sure that no one had been roaming them, or making any type of harm, in any sort of way. Bitting his lower lip, as usual playing with his bottom lip stud, Alexander walked down the corridor, looking about the place.
Alexander wore black cargos, with a blood red t-shirt that fitted his body, with his hands in his pockets, he headed towards the great doors. He felt like he needed a bit of a stroll somewhere. But wasn't exactly sure. Looking down at the ground, he walked on, not exactly knowing where his heart desired to be. His hair parted, his emerald eyes glittering in the sunset's light, Alexander found himself in the rose petal lane, in which memories had been incript in them.
Heading towards a bush of roses, Alexander picked out for once a white rose. Never in his life, or as so he remembers, had he picked out a white rose. White? What exactly is it? Peace? Harmony? Holy? White was a very significant color, as black is itself. Which was naturally the color of the rose he'd pick. If you'd known Alexander you'd know that this would be very unusual.
With a startle, Alexander heard someone was near by. Actually he felt some kind of presence. With the sunset behind him, he approached the girl who had been who he sensed. She seemed young, and new to the place. Someone he'd never had seen before. "Good day..." He said, smiling warmly. Taking his rose up to his nose, making sure he didn't get any cut from it's thorns.
"Good day..." said a voice from behind Ayame. Ayame turned to the sound, and saw a boy, probably a sixth or seventh year, strolling down the lane with a white rose in his hand. He put the rose to his nose very carefully avoiding the thorns. "Hello," said Ayame smiling kindly in responce to his soft smile. No one had even bothered to notice her, much less to talk to her, today, so Ayame was taken a little off-guard. She quickly recovered herself and was a little curious as to why the boy had even bothered to talk to her, not that it wasn't nice or anything. "I'm Ayame," she said in her soft voice, "what's your name?" Ayame turned slightly and sat on one of the benches, she had been standing in the exact same spot almost all day. She turned her curious, golden eyes back to the boy that had bothered to speak with her.
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