Post by Pierce James on Nov 18, 2007 15:32:38 GMT -5
The storm is coming but I don't mind.
People are dying, I close my blinds.
All that i know is I'm breathing now.
Having heard of this room during his exploration from a few passing-by students, Pierce was surprised to find it completely empty when he had finally come upon it. From what he'd overheard, it was a quite popular place for all of the students to meet and socialize. Then again, it was after the castle-wide curfew and a school night. He'd been out and about for hours, but he hadn't been caught as of yet. Which was good. He didn't want to go back to the common room or his dorm. There were people there. And at the moment, he didn’t want to be around many people. Not even Aaryn, believe it or not.
The minute he'd walked in he noticed that it looked like a conglomeration of common rooms, eyes wandering to the variety of colors represented throughout the room. The fact that it was empty didn't bother him at all. He wasn't in the mood to be around a cluster of loud peers or really just one bubbly, talkative person, as stated before. Tonight his estranged nature had surfaced. On his walk throughout the castle corridors he had nothing to do but think, and of course his thoughts after a while came to one single subject that they always did when he was alone. Savitri.
Walking slowly into the room, Pierce nudged the door, thinking it would close. He didn't bother to look back, however the door was still open about an inch or two. Did it really matter? He went to the far side of the room decorated with Slytherin colors, a black couch sitting just beside the fireplace. The embers of each fireplace about the room were barely burning. They created a soft glow in the room; casting obscure shadows on the floor, distortions of the furniture.I want to change the world, instead I sleep.
I want to believe in more than you and me.
Pierce had propped himself up on the arm of the couch, slouching with his back comfortably against it. His leg nearest the back of the couch was propped, knee bent up, and the other lay flat, covering the majority of the couch's length. He had his head leaned against the back of the couch, one arm across his stomach propping the other to his chest. Between his fingers was a small charm, silver in color and always cold to the touch. His eyes were unfocused, staring in front of him. His emerald orbs had a glazed look to them; they were looking but not seeing what was in front of him. His expression was neutral. Whenever his sister was on his mind, Pierce became like this; looking as if he were an empty shell. He was almost rigid, his melancholy mood bringing up both pleasant and retched memories. The last time he'd heard from her had to be on his sixteenth birthday, which was over a year ago. When he had sent her a message on her own birthday, along with a parcel containing her gift, he had received no response.
Was she still as sick as when he'd had to leave her? Was she happy, or miserable? Did she ever think of him? When would he see her? All were common questions, all coming in and out of his mind frequently. Every time he asked himself these things his chest felt constricted. To say he was upset would be an under-statment. He simply was miserable. He didn't know how close other siblings were to each other; usually he heard of sibling rivalries and such when it came down to it. For the two James' this wasn't the case.
Pierce could still remember clearly sitting on her perfectly clean bed, playing with a magical set of cards, or perhaps wizard chess. Every day he'd try his hardest to entertain her and keep her company when she needed it. Even when they were little and Pierce was still recovering, he could remember when he would take naps with Savi, even though that was a when they were toddlers. He'd lay in bed with her, an arm protectively draped over her shoulder. Sure, to typical brothers and sisters it would seem odd... Now that he thought about it, it was kind of awkward. But Savi was all he had. It was astounding how alike they were, really.All that I know is I'm breathing.
All I can do is keep breathing.
The similarity in their likeness alone was enough to think the two were twins, even though they were two years apart. Savitri's eyes matched his to a T, her raven hair [if it were as short as his] almost identical. Pierce, however, wasn't nearly as delicate looking as his sister. The only way he could think of describing her was a porcelaine doll, but maybe that was because her skin was so pale because she was sick ._.. She looked like one and had such a bubbly and pleasant personality; despite her weakened condition. Although, his vision of her was probably warped, being that he was her older brother. She probably had many faults that he saw through.
And all of this, every aspect of his sister, Pierce missed dearly. He resented the fact that he didn't just hold onto his sister when they seperated. He could've gone to whatever medical treatment fecility she went to, couldn't he? There was no reason he had to just watch her be towed away. It was his fault they weren't together anymore, right? His fault she might be lonely and bored in some unfriendly hospital room. Pierce bit down on his lip harshly, his grip on his pendant tightening. What else could he do but blame himself? He shouldn’t be at this damned school.All we can do is keep breathing now.
[Song title and lyrics from Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson. Sorreh, =P, got carried away.]
