Post by }Fay_D._Fluorite{ on Jan 20, 2009 18:59:52 GMT -5
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Freya Mortebella, after slinging her heap of clothing upon a rock close to the river, stepped gingerly into the awaiting water, releasing a pleasant sigh as the pure warmth of it traveled up her body. Carefully sitting down until everything from her neck-down was submerged in the bubbling liquid, she reclined back against the large stones that encircled the area.
This water is so wonderful, it wouldn't be that far off to imagine staying here forever...
She had casually come across this little hot spring while traveling down the path alongside the river, and found a desire to lounge in it whist she had nothing better to do, knowing it would do her well to relieve some off the stress that constantly burdened her. Giggling at the soothing heat, Freya ducked her whole self under the water for a moment, before popping back up to breathe. She had felt like getting her hair wet - long, blonde tresses which where flowing about underneath the surface.
She didn't bother to conceal her white, neko ears, since no humans were visible around. It didn't matter that much, anyway, if they saw her, seeing as she would probably be leaving Silentbreeze pretty soon. She never stayed in any one town for too long - it wasn't as if she had anywhere to go, or anything to stay for. Everyone she knew and loved was dead, even her twin sister whom she loved so dearly and her husband were dead, and the only man Freya knew she could ever love was gone, as well. There was truly nothing for her to live for, so she was just testing time itself. If only she could have been able to have children - her sister Elda had been somewhat wiser in that decision and started early, though it was in vein since both of her children had died, anyhow. If only Freya would have considered such a horrible possibility, that her entire world could so abruptly be halted and shattered into a million pieces, then maybe... she would still have a life, something precious to hold dear to her and allow no harm to come to it. That, having someone worth dying for, was the true definition of life.
Looking around, Freya couldn't see past the massive rocks that surrounded this section of the river, but she noticed it curved further down at her right, which though she could not see it, would have created a second spring alike this one. She didn't believe this information mattered at the moment, though, so she let it escape her mind.
Sinking lower into the water, Freya allowed her alluring, caramel eyes to ease closed, her breathing slowing into relaxed sighs as she indulged in the pleasant sensation of the hot spring, her mind drifting away into the much deserved bliss.
She didn't even notice the significant person just around the corner - her only remaining family that, in her mind, could not possibly exist.
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This water is so wonderful, it wouldn't be that far off to imagine staying here forever...
Fay been eventlessly sitting in the spring for what was probably an hour, maybe four. It was just his luck he had came across this place years ago, finding it strangely euphoric in it's soothing, aquifer waters. It was easier not to think, to allow his mind to rest and recuperate from it's horrid tormentors.
She would have liked this...
The image of his mother materialized in his thoughts: Her nearly floor-length, enchanting blond hair, her caramel eyes that never failed to sing a sweet song of kindness and empathy just by meeting her gaze, and her unusual, feline ears that spouted from either side of her head.
Elda was always one to enjoy the simplest pleasures in life, no matter how meager they may be. That was Fay's reasoning behind why he knew she would have loved this particular spring.
It was the least painful of his memories, since it was the one which seemed to be fading the quickest, and it oddly offered comfort at certain times, when recollected.
Discomfort, though, came unto his vigilance. Fay had, as always, jumped in with all his clothes on - a strange habit for a strange person. Now, though, his shirt was irritably damp and it stuck stubbornly to his skin. Removing it, Fay slung it against an adjacent rock, where due to it's wetness, it stuck to the stone's surface even though it appeared to be sliding off.
Fay's golden eye flickered to look up at the moon for the hundredth time that night, admiring it's lustrous surface. It was truly a beautiful sight, despite it's common occurrence. It was about half-way on it's transition to full.
I wonder... since the moon appears so carefree and bright, shedding it's light in a way all can appreciate, I wonder why it does such a thing. It's probably very lonely, the moon, so why does it take the time to make such a blissful spectacle of itself? What does it have to gain from such a relationship?
Maybe, it's running away from something it doesn't want to face. Maybe, it's trying to divert itself by bringing others joy, so it won't have to confront its own problems...
Fay had so freely allowed his thoughts to wander, though when he realized the direction they were headed, he chuckled slightly. It was someone silly, to personify an inanimate object such as the moon in such a serious manner, trying to rationalize its reasons for shining. It was probably for the best... not to question it's purpose, or it might one day give up and refuse to share it's light. What an awful reality that would be.
Fay was so deep in thought, he wouldn't have noticed the blond femme's presence just around a stone-concealed curve - his only remaining family that, in his mind, could not possibly exist.
Freya Mortebella, after slinging her heap of clothing upon a rock close to the river, stepped gingerly into the awaiting water, releasing a pleasant sigh as the pure warmth of it traveled up her body. Carefully sitting down until everything from her neck-down was submerged in the bubbling liquid, she reclined back against the large stones that encircled the area.
This water is so wonderful, it wouldn't be that far off to imagine staying here forever...
She had casually come across this little hot spring while traveling down the path alongside the river, and found a desire to lounge in it whist she had nothing better to do, knowing it would do her well to relieve some off the stress that constantly burdened her. Giggling at the soothing heat, Freya ducked her whole self under the water for a moment, before popping back up to breathe. She had felt like getting her hair wet - long, blonde tresses which where flowing about underneath the surface.
She didn't bother to conceal her white, neko ears, since no humans were visible around. It didn't matter that much, anyway, if they saw her, seeing as she would probably be leaving Silentbreeze pretty soon. She never stayed in any one town for too long - it wasn't as if she had anywhere to go, or anything to stay for. Everyone she knew and loved was dead, even her twin sister whom she loved so dearly and her husband were dead, and the only man Freya knew she could ever love was gone, as well. There was truly nothing for her to live for, so she was just testing time itself. If only she could have been able to have children - her sister Elda had been somewhat wiser in that decision and started early, though it was in vein since both of her children had died, anyhow. If only Freya would have considered such a horrible possibility, that her entire world could so abruptly be halted and shattered into a million pieces, then maybe... she would still have a life, something precious to hold dear to her and allow no harm to come to it. That, having someone worth dying for, was the true definition of life.
Looking around, Freya couldn't see past the massive rocks that surrounded this section of the river, but she noticed it curved further down at her right, which though she could not see it, would have created a second spring alike this one. She didn't believe this information mattered at the moment, though, so she let it escape her mind.
Sinking lower into the water, Freya allowed her alluring, caramel eyes to ease closed, her breathing slowing into relaxed sighs as she indulged in the pleasant sensation of the hot spring, her mind drifting away into the much deserved bliss.
She didn't even notice the significant person just around the corner - her only remaining family that, in her mind, could not possibly exist.
...::~~~::...
This water is so wonderful, it wouldn't be that far off to imagine staying here forever...
Fay been eventlessly sitting in the spring for what was probably an hour, maybe four. It was just his luck he had came across this place years ago, finding it strangely euphoric in it's soothing, aquifer waters. It was easier not to think, to allow his mind to rest and recuperate from it's horrid tormentors.
She would have liked this...
The image of his mother materialized in his thoughts: Her nearly floor-length, enchanting blond hair, her caramel eyes that never failed to sing a sweet song of kindness and empathy just by meeting her gaze, and her unusual, feline ears that spouted from either side of her head.
Elda was always one to enjoy the simplest pleasures in life, no matter how meager they may be. That was Fay's reasoning behind why he knew she would have loved this particular spring.
It was the least painful of his memories, since it was the one which seemed to be fading the quickest, and it oddly offered comfort at certain times, when recollected.
Discomfort, though, came unto his vigilance. Fay had, as always, jumped in with all his clothes on - a strange habit for a strange person. Now, though, his shirt was irritably damp and it stuck stubbornly to his skin. Removing it, Fay slung it against an adjacent rock, where due to it's wetness, it stuck to the stone's surface even though it appeared to be sliding off.
Fay's golden eye flickered to look up at the moon for the hundredth time that night, admiring it's lustrous surface. It was truly a beautiful sight, despite it's common occurrence. It was about half-way on it's transition to full.
I wonder... since the moon appears so carefree and bright, shedding it's light in a way all can appreciate, I wonder why it does such a thing. It's probably very lonely, the moon, so why does it take the time to make such a blissful spectacle of itself? What does it have to gain from such a relationship?
Maybe, it's running away from something it doesn't want to face. Maybe, it's trying to divert itself by bringing others joy, so it won't have to confront its own problems...
Fay had so freely allowed his thoughts to wander, though when he realized the direction they were headed, he chuckled slightly. It was someone silly, to personify an inanimate object such as the moon in such a serious manner, trying to rationalize its reasons for shining. It was probably for the best... not to question it's purpose, or it might one day give up and refuse to share it's light. What an awful reality that would be.
Fay was so deep in thought, he wouldn't have noticed the blond femme's presence just around a stone-concealed curve - his only remaining family that, in his mind, could not possibly exist.
