Under__the_RAiN_BOW [Logan]

[Xiomara Lang]

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[Logan Renly]

Walking down the hallways he couldn’t help but wonder what others were dreaming. Dreams of the young and naive. Innocent and vulnerable in they’re slumbers.
He should be doing the same. But this young male, Slytherin, seventh year for the …what was it? Fifth time? He did not sleep in those dormitories anymore. He barely visited the common room or even the classes for that matter. Hence why he would never leave trapped stubbornly because he had no need to sit in those dusty classes and read from those same books. He could simply just show up to class and take part, but what would be the point? He would flunk the classes and have to do it all over again. Right?

Thing was, Logan could have gone to Herms and promised to go off and work at a shop. Not graduate. That would be easy enough. She would say yes, maybe no at first, but yes eventually if he bugged her enough, she would agree. The only thing holding him back from this was he didn’t wish to be removed from the school… With no where to really go and not wishing to continue to do anything anywhere options lay as they were. To see where time would take him. Though, time really hadn’t taken him anywhere. If anything, time had made him lose things gradually, faces, possessions, hearts. Yet he waited for the next. Knowing it wouldn’t be what he wanted.

It didn’t matter. It really didn’t matter. Nothing did, really.

If he seek those he missed, he would most likely let them down again with his absence. Where in hells name did he go? With all the closing doors of the past he only had fewer options he could take. And honestly, he wished only for fulfilling. Something that could make it all substantially worth it. This tall, thin young man could then stop with this constant leaving and stay. He could breathe easier. He could live as one should…

not on the run from ones self.

Where would you find such a grand subject in life, where does one look?

Blank faced as ever, Logan silently walked across the cool stone bare footed. His black robes dragging behind him, soaked from the wet outside. And his hair was a bit longer than last year, and his blue eyes were duller. He was his own ghost, watching from impossible heights of trees, the stupidity of younger students in the forbidden forest. Dwelling in the massive corridors of the castle at nightfall. Just watching. Admiring what he wouldn’t in his former years. The years having changed his emotions from bitter to impatient to placid. And now… He wasn’t even sure. Maybe he had died after all and maybe he was a ghost now. At least that would make some sense.

On this not very particular night he had been retracing his steps to a certain section of the huge castle. A place very different and confusing. On the first meeting it had transformed into the front of his childhood home. The old decrepit castle narrowly forming before his very eyes and fear. Pure fear reeled through him at the sight. It had been a living nightmare facing that place which he swore he would never go to again. Even if it had been his mind making up those dark, solum eyes through arched windows which belonged to his father. Even if it was his frantic mind creating such horrors- and not this nightmarish area, he had screamed. And screamed. Falling to the ground where he clung to his thin arms to his head, knotting his fingertips in his black hair. Curled there crying pathetically into the dust. He thought he was losing his mind.

After what felt like years the room brought back it's old appearance. The smell even changed, everything was as it was.

Now Logan after a few weeks had finally decided to go back to the horrid area. See if it only took one to a place of torture each time or just anywhere. Who knew.

Re tracing his steps he found the door reluctant to touch the brass handle and enter. What he did find in the room was much different to what he had anticipated. There were no horrors he was aware of. No forbidden memories. Just the sight of crashing waves and bubbling foam, sweeping over the sandy grains. which was a beach. And it appeared this Slytherin was not alone either.

With caution still lingering in the back of his mind Logan approached the girl. Knowing she probably wouldn't hear him coming so distancing himself so not to be too close to her. Pausing a moment to watch her sitting there, before saying in a gentle tone. "Good evening."

(Your's could not be crappy if it tried dear. :] )

[Xiomara Lang]

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[Logan Renly]

When she turned to face him it had struck him. Perhaps because of the scene with this artificial-magical lighting, whatever it was. That made this slightly morose and timid girl, with her dark hair whipping in the sea-breeze look exquisite. He wasn’t sure what face he had expected but not one that conveyed so much emotion without words. Terribly beautiful in this sadness which was evident to Logan's eyes. She looked very, very alone. He had been avoiding mirrors a lot lately feeling repulsed by them at his own image. Yet here was one that didn't show a reflection of himself but the emotion that lingered there beneath the surface. Aching in his bones.

A childish thought had come to his mind that she had been swept here from the make-believe sea, from a shipwreck… She had sand on her hands and toes from sitting and certainly writing in the sand. He felt wrong some how to be here, disrupting her. Out of place once again like normal. Was there any where he could go near or around the castle where he would fit?

Pocketing his hands Logan thoughtfully sought through his memories of what the time had been last time he had looked. Normally he consulted the sun for the time of day, or the moon. With neither to turn to and in this bizarre place he could only give a small acknowledging nod. "That's a good point, it's probably morning by now." A smile came to his lips, ever so faintly, watching her even when she did look toward the open stretch of sea.
Logan remained silent for a long moment then reluctantly looking towards the seaside atmosphere and drawing in a deep breath of it. "I don't believe it will really effect us. Unless you dislike a little rain?" No doubt this magical room could create something rather terrible. Mimic the very aspect and nature of a ferocious storm. However in the ends of ends, he didn't believe it would do them any harm.

Very unlikely.

"Mind if I join you?"
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[Xiomara Lang]

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