uranusbluedanger1
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I decided to take this thing out because, really, it serves no purpose. If the others served no purpose, this snipplet served no one and nothing.
Lol. To those who haven't read it, Serah is a charrie from Deceiving Darkness, as is Megan and Rodney... Ryu and others are part of Cookie.uranusbluedanger1;189058 said:Writer's block. Again. WHY??!!!
This has been a message from... of course... me.
... And you tell us that we pair up Aviare and Xasha TOO much?!! By god, she's underaged! Just kidding. I feel the need to check your grammar. And I need to see chapter 25 of Aviare SOON. Good luck on AP m'dear.uranusbluedanger1;191485 said:I just noticed that each time something gets posted, views actually do go UP! Wow. lol. If someone actually comes by... HI!!
Okay, so...
kinda bored... kinda stressed...
So, I was asked by Alex to write a small 'chapter' for his story on Xasha Vickosk, the character that is supposively Avi's wife. I think I made things hard on poor Alex. Only the second chapter and already I pulled a twist on him, but since I'm NOT the one who's going to write that WHOLE thing, I gave myself the pleasure of having fun with it...
Chapter title: Destiny is a little girl that likes to play with dolls.
"I'll be working as the tutor for a girl a little younger than you. She's French, but it seems she's lived in England almost her whole life. The only reason she moved to Spain was because her guardian felt forced to leave the country. Now, Alex, I don't want you to ask questions, and I don't want you to swoop around. You'll remain inside your room working on some scripts for me while I work and when I'm done, we can go out. I hear my new patron is quite nice and he won't mind if we spend some time outdoors." Her father fiddled with her hand, letting it fall up and down with the motions of her walking body. She merely stared at him intently with her penetrating brown gaze, letting her hand linger over a strand of unruly long black hair. "Remember your manners, Alex. You bow your head and smile politely."
She nodded, her eyes scanning the streets. "Papa, does this mean I'm not marrying--"
"No," he shook his head repeatedly, pulling her through large crowds, "No... for goodness's sake, Alex, don't even mention your mother."
"I didn't mean to upset you..."
He sighed, pulling her harshly up stone steps. All she could do was look down at her shinning black shoes and hold her breath. She could hear the knocking of the door repeatedly. It was like a mouse rasping at the paw of a lion. Finally, the door slammed open so quickly that her father jumped. Alexandra, though, remained tightly in place.
"I'm Nicholas--"
"Ah, yes. No need for introductions... names are of so little consequence," a warm, sarcastic voice replied, and they were ushered in quickly. "Allow me to lay some ground rules. There are a few things that are off limits. It's not for any particular reason; I'm a very private man, you see, and I enjoy keeping some things within the comfort of only my own gaze. This is a small house. It is only two floors. Most rooms can be found in the second floor, but I thought it best to give you and your daughter the downstair bedrooms. I'm sure you'll appreciate the luxury of privacy. Moving on, no one is allowed to enter the second floor room with the red door. And, no one is allowed to enter my office--it is the room with the blue door."
Alexandra couldn't look up; all she could see where shiny black shoes with her reflection clearly on the tip. Eventually she felt her arm be pulled forward and she walked. Her shoes were hurting and the dress was a size too small. Her wrist high gloves were itchy with too much lace, and her stomach grumbled from hunger even though she had eaten an apple along the way. She thirsted for the feeling of strong cooling winds drifting through her hair. She missed Russia where the weather was much cooler than in Spain.
All Nicholas could do was nod. He had a question jumping in the back of his mind, but there wasn't chance to fiddle around with it. The Earl walked with quick, short steps and they had to run to keep up. Nicholas scanned the house with his eyes. It was definitely not small. A second floor full of rooms and hallways that resembled a maze with all the doors being a different color, ranging from a light purple to a bright hue of red. The windows were closed, covered by thick muslin curtains. "Earl-"
"Aviare will do just fine, Nicholas. You'll meet Marcel in a few hours. She's out ridding. Oh," he turned around, and Alexandra looked up. Her eyes widened. She had never met a man that was quite a beautiful as the Earl. Her father had warned her that the Earl was an eccentric man. He had a different sort of 'vibrato' her father had opted to say, which, in few words meant that he was a peculiar man with French tastes and the convervative attitude of an English man. He looked almost feminine, though, with his large violet eyes and long thick eyelashes. Except... she scrunched her nose... there was something on his face that made him handsome at the same time. Not manly, but something that transgressed gender. His hair was darker than her own. His cheeks barely had any hint of pink. He smiled at her as if he had known her for ages and offered her his hand. Alexandra took it, being the only polite thing to do. Technically, she should have bowed her head. One did not shake hands with strangers in polite western European society. "You must be little Alexandra. It is a pleasure..."
He had a sing-song voice. There was a melody to it that bespoke of sadness and pain sugar coated to entertain.
"Same, Lord Earl."
He let out a small laugh. "I've never been called Lord Earl. Your father mentioned you enjoy reading and gardens? What is your age, mademoiselle Alexandra?"
She gave a little smile. She gave a small curtsy, almost falling forward, and stepping back quickly with her cheeks burning from embarrasement."I'm sixteen next week, Lord Earl."
"You're very beautiful, mademoiselle. Your hair is quite lovely and your bone structure is fine and elegant. All your neck might need is a string of gold." He seemed to be thinking aloud, yet, she couldn't tell. He cleared his throat, regaining a regal composure. His tone changed to a booming command. His tone, though, remained playful. "And, tell me, what is your favorite book?"
"François-René de Chateaubriand's Memories from Beyond the Grave," she whispered, looking down at her shoes. She felt a cool pair of fingers gingerly elevate her face.
"It is a terrible habit to look down, Mademoiselle," he whispered, "it gives people the impression that you are below their status, and that is never so for we are all equal. Do yourself a favor Mademoiselle and never look down..."
"Y--yes sir."
"I have made it a habit to have a library follow me... It should be the room with the green door down the same hallway as your room. Please feel free to go there any time. The books are dusty. I haven't read them in some time and Marcel is more interested in math than in literature, which is a terrible shame for my mother's books. My mother was an avid reader. She had a talent for writing too--mostly poetry, of course. She wrote very little on her last months of life, though."
"Ah..."
She thought back to her own mother for a second.
He shoved his hand down the pocket of his blazer until he was able to reproduce a thin gold band. Grabbing her delicate hand, he settled the object on her palm, and her eyes twinkled at the sight of the gold. He smiled, "You like it, I take it?"
She nodded. "Ooh yes sir!"
"Ah, I'm glad. I'm so horrible when it comes to welcoming presents, but I thought that there are two things in this world a woman can not resist: jewelry and a proposal."
"A proposal, sir? I daresay that is the easiest thing a woman is bound to resist... It is, after all, a compliment for a woman to have many proposals. She should not settle at the first."
"You're witty," he grinned, "how lovely. You and I are bound to get along splendidly!"
Nicholas remained silent, unable to quiet down his daughter, and fearing hurting the Earl's feelings if he thought about hushing Alexandra. His little Alex had never been outspoken. Her whole life, she had been quiet, like him, and beautiful, like his wife. Nicholas merely eyed the clock and wondered why the Earl was being so kind to his young daughter, not even sixteen.
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And that was it. I can't wait to read what Alex does with my mess.
I believed in a tomorrow that wouldn't come. And then I woke up and figured out tomorrow was here.
There is nothing more sensible than showing sensitivity in times of fallen pride.
There is such a thing as to fall with grace. If you fall, be sure to do it gracefully. Don't get back up until you're sure no one has seen you fall.
Admit defeat in front of an opponent, but never in front of yourself. To admit defeat in front of oneself would require for the end of a romance with success.
You will find perfection everywhere, except in a mirror. If you find perfection only in a mirror, than your perception is flawed.
Religion moves the masses. Faith moves the individual.
The truth always hurts a little more when it lies precariously in the balance of improbability.
The first place to look for love is in one's own soul.
People always make the mistake of separating those things which they are afraid to deal with, only to see that it makes them so much more important.
If you don't want a human being to do something, then tell them they can.
The Silence that Killsuranusbluedanger1;192278 said:An Attempt at a Triolet
And looking up at cloudless skies,
In the middle of the night.
Knowing what my heart denies,
And looking up at cloudless skies,
Thinking up of all the lies
That have come to the light.
And looking up at cloudless skies,
In the middle of the night.