Post by bleedlikeme on Sept 9, 2007 14:31:13 GMT -5
She took the stairs two at a time, black hair flipping over her shoulder with every slap of ballet slippers against the cold stone. The day had begun to fold already, and the sun shone red to one side, the moon on her other as she finally reached the landing, and for the first time since she arrived, Crimson smiled. Tan fingers carrassed the stone wall of the turrent thoughtfully, whilst blue eyes remained gazing up at first stars in the night sky.
Stars you could trust to guide you along your path.
People you could not.
Crimson shakes her head slightly, weary of the thoughts that flood her, careful not to let bitterness over come her. Instead she allows herself to sink into the familar feeling of being free. the wind bites at her skin, and she closes her eyes, knowing this is where she belongs. Carefully she climbs the wall of the turrent, so taht she can sit on it's edge, feet swinging off the edge.
She is well aware that she might be in trouble for doing this.
For being outside so late.
The thought brings a grin to the young girl's lips, as she relaxes back in her element once more. Thoughtlessly she stands on the wall, shedding her robes which felt foriegn on her skin, before sitting down once more. This leaves her exposed to the elements in nothing more than a blue silk blouse and a black dress skirt that went down to her knees. Madame Rosaire was all about looking good for first impressions.
A silver pentagram dangled from her wrist by a thin silver chain, and the flicks her hand experimentally, not used to it's weight. It had been a gift from the Madame when she'd gotten the letter from Trios... She had been so.. excited? Crimson was pleased to get away, but less than so when she realized that it was another boarding school... People had never been her strong point.
Tan ears perk and she turns her head to the side just so, as she listens to the soft thud of someone coming up the stairs, and then the not so soft sound of the door being open... Rose colored lips pinch to one side as her brow burrows in worry..
"Hello?"
Stars you could trust to guide you along your path.
People you could not.
Crimson shakes her head slightly, weary of the thoughts that flood her, careful not to let bitterness over come her. Instead she allows herself to sink into the familar feeling of being free. the wind bites at her skin, and she closes her eyes, knowing this is where she belongs. Carefully she climbs the wall of the turrent, so taht she can sit on it's edge, feet swinging off the edge.
She is well aware that she might be in trouble for doing this.
For being outside so late.
The thought brings a grin to the young girl's lips, as she relaxes back in her element once more. Thoughtlessly she stands on the wall, shedding her robes which felt foriegn on her skin, before sitting down once more. This leaves her exposed to the elements in nothing more than a blue silk blouse and a black dress skirt that went down to her knees. Madame Rosaire was all about looking good for first impressions.
A silver pentagram dangled from her wrist by a thin silver chain, and the flicks her hand experimentally, not used to it's weight. It had been a gift from the Madame when she'd gotten the letter from Trios... She had been so.. excited? Crimson was pleased to get away, but less than so when she realized that it was another boarding school... People had never been her strong point.
Tan ears perk and she turns her head to the side just so, as she listens to the soft thud of someone coming up the stairs, and then the not so soft sound of the door being open... Rose colored lips pinch to one side as her brow burrows in worry..
"Hello?"