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Post by DORIAN HAYNSWORTH! on Oct 9, 2009 22:28:06 GMT -5
 It felt like a dream, so real that he could actually hear the wind rustle through the deadening leaves of autumn. Color receded in them as the bite of cold air made people shiver. But just like people who shivered, the trees shook and leaves fell on a short journey to the ground and bare pavements, crunching beneath the weight of people and animals. He could see the sun rise above the horizon on one particular morning, bright reds and oranges flare up the cloudless sky. Every breath some person took and exhaled brought a visible puff in front of his or her face. He could see it was a good morning and it would be a good day. Dorian can remember that day vividly, the people he had seen and passed by, and her. She was but a breath of fresh air, so sweet and succulent, and so intoxicating that it drove his senses crazy. She was like the best aged wine he had ever tasted, savoring the bittersweet after taste and admiring the bouquet. Her long, silky brunette hair fell in wavy tresses over her shoulders and down half her slender back. Her eyes wild like fire, but warm and humble that could melt his icy cold heart. She had skin so fair and smooth, it was like touching porcelain, and he remembered for a time not touching her because she was delicate. He was afraid that she would break if he had laid a hand on her. He was wrong of course, and Dorian was completely taken by her, and for the first time he was sure he had found someone that meant the world to him. However, that happened a long time ago and the memory of her faded just easily as it had come.
Sometimes he wondered if it was worth falling in love again, but Dorian just couldn't get over his first true love. After he left Lillyana, he was sure that he wouldn't ever be seeing her again. It's not that he stopped loving her at the time, but time just wasn't right for them. Also they had gone through so much trouble with each other and when her mind began slipping, he became frustrated. He wondered if it was natural for people to forget, or that something had happened to her purposely to punish him for his sins. She was the world to him and he let her slip through his fingers. From then on, he couldn't forgive himself and he turned his back on the world and everyone else in it. Dorian spent so many days and nights among various cities, fulfilling his bloodlust and other needs. However, nothing ever satisfied his taste after her. Nothing was as sweet and divine as her, and he just couldn't find another person that would replace that void he had been trying to fill in every since he left that one night. And in his journey to seeking a life that could possibly override his own, he came across this school, unaware that Lillyana also went here. Several months passing and not once had they run into each other. But it was funny how people suddenly find each other in the most unlikely places in this world. Dorian wasn't sure if it was karma for leaving or just fate that they were going to the same school, but it bemused him and now he didn't know how to act around her anymore because she cannot remember him and what they were before. It was a sad thought, but it was a hopeful beginning.
But their beginning wasn't so picture perfect as he recalled, and so he didn't worry much about how things would turn out between him and Lillyana. So far it was good, but he could tell on some occasions that she was annoyed with him. Her expressions were genuine, he could remember each one, and that was how he was able to know when to avoid her if she were angry with him or comfort her when she was sad. Now it had been awhile since he's seen her around the school, but one could say he was sort of hoping to run in to her one of these days. But it's hard to catch a shadow that moves more swiftly than him. She had slipped through his fingers once, and now he wasn't going to let her slip again. Though he knew that things couldn't go back to how things were, no matter how much he wished for it, and so his search for Lillyana at this school stopped...for now. So Dorian resumed to his usual tactics of letting out all his frustration on people, through pleasure and pain. It wasn't like he was trying to punish her, but he was trying to punish himself and he really hated it. But each time he was with another person, either for a pleasurable visit or pick a bone with them, he felt the temptation becoming less and less to fill that emptiness in him. No matter what he did, his thoughts returned to her and it was beginning to become unbearable. He needed to see her. He just needed to look at her, breathe her in, and hear her voice to see if there was anything left for them that he could salvage. Dorian just needed to know if it was time he moved on or that there may be some glimmer of a future between them, a friendship at the most.
So he stood out on the school lawns as the sun fell down behind the distant mountains. The sky began to glimmer with stars against a dark shade of violet with a hint of navy blue. He felt the rush of cool air come down from the mountains and it rustled through the forest. Dorian could hear the leaves fall, dancing to and fro before they fell to the ground. It was autumn in the present and he felt anxious and excited, just like he felt before. However, he knew that in his attempt to reminisce on autumn would be risking another disappointment in himself. He held on to something so precious and meaningful to him, that Dorian just couldn't let go of his this one particular memory every time he came out to just feel the wind blow. He thrust his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans. He wore a dark navy sweater and even though it was cold outside, the weather never really affected him. After the sun disappeared and the moon reigned over the mountains, he turned away and walked across the grounds to the forest. It was one place out of this whole school that was so inviting when he was in moods like these, the kind where he didn't want to talk to anyone and just needed to be alone. It was a dark and deep depression that he couldn't bring himself out of, but the forest, this place was home where he knew he couldn't hurt people and they couldn't see the other side of his personality. He could do more damage in the school than out in the forest and right now, his fingers itched to hit something, and his fangs were ready to seep into an animal for blood.
tag; lillyana black
word count; 1,219 words
notes; hah i hope you can follow along with that storyline. =]
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