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Post by asahria ryek' on May 10, 2013 23:08:47 GMT -5
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Slim fingers clutched the book tightly in her hands, cerulean eyes dancing across the page, barely taking a moment to see where her feet were leading her. It smelled of springtime and rain, the earth soft beneath her pink ballet flats. Asahria hadn’t wanted the familiar company of the grounds, but she’d found herself unable to put the book down. The book had only managed to remain nestled in the crook of her arm for a few passing moments before her whimsical thoughts had immediately drawn back in. She imagined she looked something like the Disney character Belle, walking down a worn path, eyes glued to her book, adorned in a neatly patterned dress. Finding herself in very short company, due to term break, she’d quickly found solace in a stack of books. They were all titles she’d read before. Even the copy of The Night Circus in her hands was worn from age, some of the pages threatening to tear away from the binding. She had never been the type of person to read a book once and then toss it away into some long forgotten corner, to collect dust. Asahria loved her books, picking them up again from time to time – wondering what new things would speak to her from between the lines. This book in particular was one of her personal favorites. A book that she’d read time and time again and never once had it grown old. Reading it felt something eerily similar to being in a dream. She’d fallen in love with the story, just as Marco and Celia had hopelessly fallen for each other. As she read, she felt a single tear cascade down her cheek just as it always did when Marco found Celia beneath the wishing tree – when they’d thought themselves abandoned to a world of their own. It was both tragic and beautiful. Asahria liked to imagine herself as Celia, to wonder what love letters she could create in the guise of circus tents. Often she’d lose herself in the story forgetting that she were a separate entity. She always hated when the story came to a close – leaving her yearning for more. This time as the story ended, Widget turning his tale of the Night Circus to the man in grey, Asahria felt as though her heart might break. As condemned as the two had been from the start, Celia and Marco had ended in embrace – she liked to imagine them forever emblazoned in that first emerald embrace when they’d first fallen in love. Despite it all, they’d made it through. With their story brazened in her mind, she felt as though her heart might rupture. She’d been dealt easier cards, but somehow she’d managed to lose her Marco. Her Charlton. She’d not held onto him tight enough. There was no wishing tree here and she’d let him go, struggling to find a place in a world that was not part of her own. Biting her lip she struggled to hold back tears as the crash of waves rushed to meet her ears. This was the first time she’d ever resented the book. She resented that her eding could never mirror the one inscribed on its worn pages. Breathing deeply, she brushed her golden curls back behind her ears, paying attention to nothing but the Cliffside and the crash of waves. The air tasted of salt, just like her tears. She balanced her feet on the ledge, breathing in time with the ebb and flow of the waves. |
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Post by Rachele Mistrot♥ on May 29, 2013 14:33:34 GMT -5
Rachele looked out from her window as her fingers absentmindedly traced the frame. Her mind felt a little like she did. It was stuck and surrounded by whirling emotions and thoughts with only a little window of clarity. However, unlike her mind which was stuck where it was, she could actually free herself from the restlessness she was feeling being on the inside. She didn't know where she wanted to go on the grounds, but she knew that was where she wanted to be at the moment. Quickly, she gathered up her wand, her sketchbook and pencil, and stuffed them into a bag. Then, she swept from her room.
It only took a few moments for her to get out of the castle. Her extra speed was useful that way. Once she was out, she stopped for a moment. Slowly, she took a breath of the air. Immediately, her nose was flooded with the scents of the outside world. The smell of rain hung in the air, and the smell of the water off the coast ran deliciously through her. That was when she decided to go to the peak. It had been a while since she'd been there for a picnic, and it was about time to return. Besides, her mind always felt a little calmer with the sound of the water. That was what she needed right now.
She took her time walking to the peak. There was no real hurry. When it came into view, she was struck by how it looked. Quickly, she pulled out her sketchbook and opened it to the first blank page. Immediately she began to make a rough outline as she walked. Her brain focused on creating a good memory so that she could add color to the drawing later. She was so focused that she almost didn't see the girl that was about to walk into. Fortunately, she looked up again at the peak just in time.
At first, Rachele didn't say anything. She got the feeling that she was walking into the girl's life at a time when most would rather be alone. However, she felt an impulse to stay and see if she could assist. A quick look revealed a beautiful girl whom Rachele felt sure that she had seen at least a couple of times around the castle. With her sketchbook still in her hand, she moved one step closer. The girl seemed miles away, but Rachele didn't want to just leave her there. She cleared her throat and very softly said a single word. "Hello."
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Post by asahria ryek' on Jun 6, 2013 22:30:42 GMT -5
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The soft wind tugged at the ends of her dress, pulling the fabric softly against her calves as if beckoning her. She stood still as a stone, the waves crashing persistently at the cliff side, misting her in its salty tears. Her breath was soft and slow, following the steady ebb of the ocean as her gaze fell on the distant horizon. Asahria so often lost herself in the ink splattered pages and the emotions printed there. It seemed an effortless release, taking on someone else’s emotions on as her own – perhaps it was why she empathized so well with others. Others emotions didn’t truly have any effect on her, they couldn’t wear her down and break her, as hers so often had a habit of doing. She’d spent her life swimming in the depth of other people’s emotions, only to realize that she was drowning in her own. Her detachment was the only thing that kept her afloat.
She bit her lip, closing her eyes briefly, letting the scenery fade out before her – the perfect imagery of the book dancing precariously through her mind. It was that one simple sentence that stood in her mind over everything else, disillusioned by the comfort of their emerald embrace. It was so simple, but it was the moment Celia had fallen for Marco and she couldn’t help but remember his eyes, those emerald green eyes that she’d so adored. Those eyes that had made her feel like she didn’t belong anywhere else in the world, but in his arms. They were still emblazoned in her mind, the last time she had seen him, full of desperation and need as she had cowered in the shrubbery. Lifting a hand to her face, Asahria pulled her blonde locks back behind her shoulder, taking a moment to steady her breath as she balanced carefully on the ledge.
Spiteful was not something she’d ever felt after having read a book, but she found for the first time she was experiencing it. As though every single move she had been had been a mistake, her every action only drawing her farther from the one thing she’d truly wanted. She’d not held on tight enough and now they were worlds apart. Heaving a sigh, Asahria tossed the book out over the ledge, her eyes watching as it spiraled into the open air before finally falling prey to the ocean far below. She watched it there for a time, the pages tearing from the seams only to be swept under again. She curled her arms tightly about her middle, not wanting to move. Something about the steady crash of the waves was comforting; it made her feel as though she weren’t so alone.
Hello. The soft word was barely enough to break through her concentration, but she stumbled slightly. Catching herself, Asahria took a step back from the ledge, realizing how precariously close she had been the ledge. Her eyes fell to the sketchbook in the girls hand and she rubbed her hand her over her arm uncomfortably, realizing that she had just thrown one of her most prized possessions into the ocean. Unconsciously biting her lip she pulled her icy blue gaze from the notebook, instead turning it to the girl’s features. Striking black hair framed a slender face and one that was not unfamiliar. She was not well acquainted with the girl, but they’d crossed paths before. Hey, Asahria offered quietly, wondering how long the girl had been there, as she was not likely to have noticed – her single word having been enough to make her falter. I was just.. She paused trying to find the words to describe what it was she had been doing, exactly. Just thinking I suppose. Were you going to sketch the cliff side… I don’t mean to be in the way.
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Post by Rachele Mistrot♥ on Jun 7, 2013 13:22:05 GMT -5
Seeing someone so close to the edge of the peak was not something she saw very often. There were some, herself included, who used the area for recreational activity. More than once, she had dived off it to land in the water below. Of course, those that did were usually like her or were some other type of blood that would allow them to go unscathed. Even then, it wasn't a frequent thing. From what she could smell, she didn't sense anything from the girl which immediately made her worry that if she startled her she would fall. While she was fast, one still couldn't control falling. That didn't mean she wouldn't try, but that would be one heck of a way to meet a person.
Her eyes didn't miss the book falling into the water. She wondered what it was about it that had made her want to throw it away in so permanent a way. Her heart felt heavy as she also watched the pages of the book came apart and then sink below. Something about the action struck a chord deep within her. She couldn't say what it was exactly, but she felt it within her. Again, she had to wonder what had struck the girl so hard about the book. Hopefully, she would not regret her action later. Watching her, Rachele felt even more sure that she wanted to talk to this girl and help if she could in any way that she could.
Rachele's eyes widened, and her muscles tensed ready to spring in action when she saw the girl stumble. Fortunately, she regained her balance and stepped away. Immediately she relaxed a little. That had been way too close. However, she was not sure how she would have been able to catch the girl's attention without startling her. Waiting there silently would have been creepy and probably would have been more of a surprise when she noticed. A louder voice would have also been shocking. Really this had been a lose situation no matter what she had chosen. Still, at least the girl was safe. "Sorry about that," she said full of embarrassment. "Didn't mean to startle you like that."
Things felt a little uncomfortable, but Rachele didn't let that bother her. She had been determined to stay, and that was what she was going to do. Her eyes went over the girl and she was struck with how pretty she was, yet again. Honestly, she was fairly certain that she had the same reaction every time she saw her. It was a little encouraging when the girl answered her back. She'd been a bit nervous, but she relaxed again. "This is a good place for that," Rachele offered kindly and softly. "You aren't in the way. I already did a quick sketch, so really all it needs is color." She paused for a moment, a little uncertain as to where to go next.
"I'm Rachele," she finally offered with a slight smile.
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Post by asahria ryek' on Jun 16, 2013 23:18:55 GMT -5
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A hand rose to her chest, soothing the sudden frenzy of her heart. She’d not realized how close she had been to the ledge until she’d been startled back into reality. Asahria had lost herself in the steady crash of the ocean, bearing away at the cliff side. It was strong, but the waves were persistent and just like the cliff side Asahria’s will was slowly caving. Taking a deep breath she steadied herself, taking a step back from the ridge – suddenly feeling uncomfortably close to the perils that lay below. No need to apologies. She said softly, tearing her eyes from the long stretches of ocean and instead bringing her gaze back to the girls. The raven black hair and dark eyes that were staring back at her were not unfamiliar, but she could not rightly put a name to the face. I really should have noticed you coming. It’s just that my mind was elsewhere.
The words sounded almost guilty and she supposed they were. Her mind had only been focused on one thing since returning here, that one thing being him – Charlton. She was suffering for it and she knew it. Asahria had been lapsing in her studies as she’d not been able to focus on anything else. Coming back to school had been important to her, but since returning she was beginning to realize that he was more important and he had always been. She couldn’t rid her mind of the guilt she felt for leaving him here. She wasn’t sure he remembered her, but that did not hurt nearly as badly as knowing she had fled from him – knowing how badly it had hurt when he’d done the same. It is. She agreed, when the girl suggested that the peak was a good place for thinking. I just seemed to have gotten a little lost in my thoughts. She said softly, her eyes dancing over the edge, the book now lost to the clutch of the ocean.
Do you mind if I take a look? She asked, gesturing towards the girls sketch. She simply wished for a reason to pull her mind from her thoughts, they’d become their own kind of torture as of late. Asahria pushed her blonde locks back behind her ear, on hand clutching her dress in the wind as she stepped closer to the girl. She was able to manage a weak smile when she spoke again, offering her name. Pleased to meet you Rachele. I’m Asahria. She said, allowing the smile to widen on her features. I dare say, I don’t nearly fall to some terrible disaster with every greeting.
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Post by Rachele Mistrot♥ on Jun 18, 2013 21:16:28 GMT -5
Rachele's eyes stayed on the girl. She was a little nervous about speaking again just in case it startled the girl again. It was clear that she had something on her mind, and once again Rachele felt a little guilty for stepping in. However, she still believed that she had made the right decision to stop. Some of the guilt she felt was alleviated when the girl said she didn't need to apologize. "Well, I am pretty quiet. It isn't surprising that you didn't. I know how that goes though. Honestly, if you hadn't been here already, you probably would've been the one sneaking up on me." She offered a quick, shy smile before she was silent again.
"Can be easy around here," Rachele said softly. There were many ways that could be taken. The peak itself was easy to lose oneself at, and Beauxbatons itself could take thoughts captive. Of course, then there was all the added experiences and things one went through. She often found herself distracted by things in her own life especially when a certain person was involved. Sometimes it was all she could do to even keep herself aware of where she even was at any given time. Mostly it was the past that haunted her, but there were other things. She wondered if this girl was experiencing things like that. It could be a very frustrating thing.
The girl's request caught Rachele by surprise, but she didn't mind. Though she didn't like many to see her sketches, she felt comfortable with this girl. She held out the sketchbook and smiled. "Go ahead. It's a little rough, though," she warned. When the girl smiled, Rachele was struck with how pretty she was once again. The smile added to that, and once again she felt that comfortable feeling. "It's nice to meet you." A small smile and a little hint of a laugh came at Asahria's comment. "Good to know."
For a moment she stood a little uncertain of what to say next. As she had been the one to walk in out of the blue, she felt as though she really should've had more to say. "So, I feel like I have seen you around here before. What year are you?" It wasn't much, but she was curious to know a little about the girl.
Note: Eh, sorry it's kind of short.
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Post by asahria ryek' on Jun 28, 2013 18:52:20 GMT -5
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The wind was pulling gently at her dress and lengths of blonde hair wrapped themselves around the soft features of her face. Asahria lifted her hand in order to tuck the loose strands back behind her ear, her blue gaze intent on the girl in front of her with a sketchpad held firmly in her fragile hands. Asahria felt a nagging guilt at having thrown her book into the depths of the water below them, where the waves had torn the pages from their binding and pushed them deeper into the ocean. She found herself biting her lip, wondering just how much the girl had seen, hoping she’d not question her motives if she had. It seemed fairly illogical now. It wasn’t as though drowning the words could drown her feelings, they were unsinkable, constantly brimming on the surface of her consciousness. She’d done everything she could to try and forget him, but he was always there lingering at the forefront of her mind.
She was able to manage a small smile when Rachele spoke, noting that she was usually pretty quiet. Though Asahria was willing to bet she wouldn’t have heard the girl even if she’d been kicking stones, as she had been so caught up in her own thoughts. Well, I suppose I just scare easily. Or pay too little attention to everything else around me.She said offhandedly, a small shrug accompanying her words. The words between the girls were soft spoken and Asahria felt sure the girl thought she’d intruded some deep thoughts – which while she had, Asahria wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to speak about them. She was falling into old habits, being extremely closed lipped about her experiences.
Tell me about it. She said with a nod of her head, deciding to take a few more faltering steps away from the peaks edge. She wanted to pull her attention from the rolling waves, pushing the pages deeper into the sea. She’d been dangerously close to the edge, barely realizing what she was doing. These were the things her friends had always cautioned her over, her safety and lately she was becoming incredibly careless about it, as if willing something to happen would somehow bring everything back. She stepped closer, her fingers holding the edge of her dress as she peaked at the girls sketch, glad for the ready distraction. Asahria had never been much of an srtist, but she was surprised by the simplistic beauty of the sketch. This is really lovely, you are quite good. She said, her eyes tracing the familiar pattern of the peaks edge on Rachelle’s sketchpad.
It’s likely. I’m a fourth year. She stated, before adding. I was head girl for a time. Usually that was how most recognized her, even if she wasn’t strictly remember them. That had been before she’d left the palace.
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Post by Rachele Mistrot♥ on Jul 20, 2013 12:28:06 GMT -5
Standing there, Rachele had to wonder once again if she had made the right decision in talking to the girl. She definitely felt that she had interrupted something going on within Asahria, and she was not sure if it was a good or bad thing. Honestly, all she had wanted to do was help if she could. Still, she worried that perhaps the girl would've rather been alone. Asahria was definitely friendly though, so she couldn't have minded the interruption that much. Rachele chastised herself silently; she needed to stop over thinking situations so much. Of course, with her family it was difficult to do that. Quickly, she pushed the thought of her mind and instead refocused on Asahria.
The smile that came across the pretty girl's face relaxed Rachele immensely. A smile bloomed on the young vampire's face as well. "I doubt that. We all have our moments. People sneak up on me a lot as well. I've actually fallen out of a tree before." Rachele wasn't sure why she had shared that detail, but she had. Perhaps she was trying to relax Asahria a little bit. She wasn't expecting her to share whatever thoughts she had been thinking especially as they had just met, but she wanted to at least make the girl feel comfortable. Besides, Rachele liked the vibe that she got from Asahria.
Asahria's compliment made Rachele duck her head slightly. "Thank you," she replied softly. It had been a while since she had actually had time to draw because of school and other things, so it was nice to hear that someone thought her sketch was good. She was too hard on herself at times and could only see the flaws in what she did. Then again, her family constantly pointed them out. However, drawing was one thing she felt a little pride in even if she wasn't sure of herself all the time with it. "I was worried about getting it to look right. There are some things that are just hard to capture in a drawling like the essence of what makes a place what it is." Again she was rambling a little, but Asahria made her comfortable enough to do so.
Rachele nodded her head. "That is probably why I recognize you. Plus, I've probably seen you around the school. I'm a fourth year as well." Her eyes scanned the ground around them until she saw a nice place. "Would you like to sit?" she asked gesturing to the spot. "You know, not many people usually come out here. It's nice to finally see another student." Usually the place was silent when Rachele came by. She was sure that others used it, but except for the picnic, she had never met anyone. "So, I hate to ask this, but are you alright? You don't have to give me details or anything; I just thought I'd ask." She hoped she wasn't overstepping a boundary since they had known one another for all of five minutes, but she also wanted to help if she could.
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Post by asahria ryek' on Aug 12, 2013 16:19:15 GMT -5
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"I doubt that. We all have our moments. People sneak up on me a lot as well. I've actually fallen out of a tree before."
Asahria couldn’t help but try and stifle a small giggle at the girls comment. It wasn’t uncommon for an individual to catch her off guard. It was pretty common by nature really. Asahria had always been one to lose herself in her thoughts and it seemed to be happening much more frequently. Sharing her emotions had never been one of her strong points and was probably as much a reason for her discomfort than anything else. She’d lost so much and she was beginning to wonder how much of it had been her fault. She couldn’t blame Charlton for having amnesia, she could only blame herself for leaving him as she had. She shook her head slightly, drawing herself from those thoughts, glad if only for the fact that Rachele was willing to admit it was turmoil of her own. Perhaps we ought to find safer places to lose ourselves. She said, a small grin pulling at her lips with the teasing comments. It was nice to feel a shred of comfort from another individual.
Asahria hugged her arms across her stomach, shaking her blonde curls from her face as she stepped up beside Rachele, her blue eyes falling to the sketch in her hands. Asahria had never been much of an artist, but she appreciated the talent of those who were. Sometimes she wished she were more artistic, maybe it would be a better means of expression, but she’d never found herself applying herself to any of it. Instead she lost herself in words, constantly hiding behind the pages of a new book and a different story. You’re welcome. She said in response to the girls warm thanks, eyes still tracing the pencil strokes across the pages. It was beautiful how something so simple, could recreate something so beautiful. Well you did a fabulous job. It’s lovely really… had that been mine it would just look like a bunch of random lines. I’ve never been artistic like that.
I’m certain that I’ve seen you around before. She spoke up in return. While she didn’t distinctly remember Rachele, something about her seemed familiar. She was sure she’d seen her before – her hair, dark and raven, a distinct contrast from Asahria’s own golden locks. That might be the case, it seems like I used to know a lot more people back before I left. Which was true. Friends had been something she’d never been short of back then, now she felt like they’d all disappeared.
Oh, I’d love to. Taking a place beside Rachele, she smoothed her dress carefully around her legs, turning her eyes back on the shore. It is usually quiet here. I think that’s why I like it so much, though I can never turn down company. She doubted that she could really ever turn down company. She never really sought it out, but Asahria was the last person to turn anyone away. In fact it seemed it always found her when she needed it most. A soft sigh escaped her lips when Rachele spoke again, asking if something was bothering her. I’ve not really been myself. I’m alright, I think. I’ve just lost a lot and coming back here has just made me realize it again.
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