Aaron Deskar storms out of the castel, slender body half clothed, dressed in only a white towel, his body damp, sapphire like drops falling from his slicked back hair, a pale flush on his high cheek bones, sapphire eyes flashing in the dusk with a unconcealed anger and a hidden sorrow. The towel was wrapped rather firmly about his waist, the hem reaching mid shin but his upper body was completely bare, tiny rivers trailing down his toned chest, the moonlight making their damp trails silver white. >
Aaron Deskar> under the towel? Well let's not go there... An aura of fury seemed to shroud him though invisable to the eye. Bare feet, trailing wet footprints brought him to the balconie's edge, his elbows flew to rest on the stone wall, his hands dangling over it, dripping water down below him. In his left hand he held a damp crumpled paper, ink smears visable on it's surface. A face, tearstained or just wet rose to look up at the starry sky as anger fled slowly from the sapphire orbs, a lost look >
Aaron Deskar>growing within the sadness.
Imora Carondra sniffed randomly. She sat, as she usualy did, back straight, leaning against the cold stone. Legs crossed under her, her book resting in her lap, and held open by frail hands. Silvery hair, was slightly damp, for reasons not-related to the current situation. A section of hair on the left side of her head was braided, and tied with a red bow. Her right fist clutched a small, silver-coloured ring with the words, 'best' ingraved into it. Head was bowed somewhat, pale was was streaked with dried>>
Imora Carondra>>tears, emerald eyes ringed in red. Every so often, she would let out a silent sob, new tears rolling down her cheeks, showing silvery white in the moonlight. Shoulders bobbed somewhat, but she kept her eyes on her book. Not really reading it, more lost in her own thoughts. She had had a nice cry with her friend, Lati earlier that day, yet she was still sobbing silently to herself. She swallowed a lump in her throat, fingering the ring in her hand. Something wet dripped on her already>>
Imora Carondra>>wet, silvery hair. She glanced to one side, before staring up, leaning back, before just turning around to look up at the balcony. She couldn't make out the figure in the moonlight very well... Pale skin, naked arms, blondish hair? She let out another sniff, wiping away fresh tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt as emerald orbs continued to stare upwards at the boy.
Aaron Deskar: [Why is her hair wet?]
You say, "[Lati was crying on her head.]"
Aaron Deskar: [XD]
You say, "[Lati also braided part of her hair!]"
Aaron Deskar leans farther over the walls, his navel pressed against the frigid stone, his chest, with trails of wet on it, protruding over the wall's ed now; his hands now clutching the stone, braching him as he stood on tip toe, his eyes on the velvet black above, entranced by the silvery stars, his eyes held such a lost, hurt and... and sad look to them. His chest ached, part with longing, part with sadness, it was dull sort of pain, the worst kinda, it just ate ate him, making him want to dissolve into >
Aaron Deskar>tears, to curl up somewhere and cry himself to an unconsiousness know as sleep. His fingers tensed around the parchment, a soft crinkling noise rose from it, voicing it's protest, a protest that he ignored. A cloud shifted from the moon, silver-white light falling softly on his face, set in a tragic expression that one might see at an opera. He could feel tears forming in his eyes and fought them back, blinking furiously. Yet one seemed to escape, a lone tear, trialing silver 'cross his >
Aaron Deskar>cheek and sliding off his chin, dropping down, down, down...
Imora Carondra continued to stare skywards. Her lost, upset expression was replaced by that of curiosity. Still unsure of who it was that stood above her now. Tears had, for now stopped sliding down her cheeks, emerald green eyes blinked quickly. She turned in place, book still open in her lap, hands still gripping it lightly. She swallowed again, finding it difficult to do so, when her head was pointed at such a different angle. Left hand was raised, bony fingers running through damp, pale silver hair, >>
Imora Carondra>>throwing refractions of moonlight about. As she found she could see his face more clearily now, she turned her head away and to the side for a moment, before looking up, more slowly. Large amounts of questions made themselves known inside her head, emerald eyes continued to stare up unblindingly. Unsure how to act at this point, she sat in her usual silence. Face somewhat red, for the reasons of having a boy sitting far above her without a shirt on, seeming to have just come>
Imora Carondra>>out of the shower. That one, particular tear that fell from his face, left a single damp dot on the current page of the novel book the girl had been reading a moment before, though left forgotten at this point.
You say, "[Ya cried on her book *shakes fist menacingly*]"
Aaron Deskar can see it now... "Dear Diary, today a half nakied boy cried on me..."]
You say, "[She should right more about those kinda things. If she did, it's be, "Dear Diary, some weird guy tried to molest me... I'm afraid now... On another note, I have a new nickname! "kitty" ... I'm a wolf... I don't see how that works..."]"
Aaron Deskar exhales heavily, slim chest heaving with a saddened sigh. A slender hand rises, wiping tears from his moist eyes, now slightly pink on the white from his sorrow. Finally he took his eyes off the sky, bringing them to the paper in he hand. With a wrenched sob that half sounded like a yell he torn the tear soddened paper neatly in half and released the peices, watching a moment as they drifted downwards, tears once more springing unbiddened to his crystal blue eyes. His gaze followed >
Aaron Deskar>the parchment down till he lost then in the shadows were the stone cornered. Wither because of the dimness of his sadden state he failed to see the silver head, what he did see was the grass below, it looked so cool from his vantege point, so comfortable, compared to the stone on witch he stood. He felt a sudden urge to go down there, to feel the frigid blades between his toes. Though not usual one to give into such impulses he felt inclined to go, after all, self pity does make one >
You say, "[...XD He wants to run out in a towel and lie in the grass?]"
Aaron Deskar>rather obliging to desires... He fell back on to his feet, no longer standing on tip toe, his hands disappeared from the wall as he cast one last glance at the stars before turing to go through the doors and down the stairs.
Imora Carondra turned her head to stare at the two pieces of the once whole parchment as they floated down, and onto the ground ways off. She finaly turned her attention back to her book, to find a small damp spot. With a sigh, she moved to close it. Pausing, only as she remembered her bookmark. Grabing the strip of leather from its spot sitting on her shoulder, she placed it to mark her page. Closing the book, she hugged it tightly to her chest, turning to stare up just in time to see his form>>
Imora Carondra>>fade into the depths of the night...
Aaron Deskar: [Saw Orvil and some gal in there. XD]
Aaron Deskar wrote, "Aaron stalks past wearing only a towel about his waist."]
You say, "[XD!]"
Aaron Deskar slips outside once more, the air a breath of cool 'pon his damp face. With out looking to the side he desended the stairs,intent on only one thing grass, how nutty is that? He didn't even bother to check who might have seen him. With the towel still tight about his waist. His bare feet struck the gras with a soft thud and he sank to a crouch, playing a long blade of the emerald grass between hims slender fingers. as his heels sank into the soft green carpet, his bare back to his>
Aaron Deskar>housemate.
Imora Carondra shivered. Dusty ebony robes were pulled tighter against her frail form, fending against the cool night. Pale eyelids slid over emerald green eyes for many moments untill she heard the sound of the large double doors opening. Eyes opened slowly, staring at the ground for a moment before rising to meet the boy's form. Again, she swallowed hard. Emerald orbs opened wide, her face, though streaked with stares, and looking on the verge of crying, seemed to show her shock of seeing a>>
Imora Carondra>>half naked boy stepping outside. Boys prancing around without shirts was one thing, but this, oooh bloody moon why did these things happen to her!? Shirtless Gryffindor boy uses her as a pillow. Shirtless Ravenclaw boy tries to kill himself, then use her as a cuddle toy. Why, why!? She shrank back against the wall, eyes still wide trying her best to hide herself.
Aaron Deskar rises his head to glimpse the night sky again, new tears springing into his eyes. Lost in though he began to hum, a sad... wordless tune... tears rolling steadily down his fair cheecks at he gazed at the twinkling lights oh so hight about his head. halfway through a note he choked, more tears flowing now, clearing his throat he bravely continued the tune, blinking back tears; the tune more sorrowful then before. [It's the tune on his site. n.n]
Imora Carondra continued to press herself against the wall. Glad, in a way she was concealed slightly by shadows. She did her best to stay hidden, arms still wrapped tightly around her novel book. Legs bent, she was curled up into a small ball, hiden behind her legs now, eyes still wide with shock. She swayed somewhat to the haunting tune that he was humming, eyes sliding to an almost shut position. She sniffed again, thoughts sliding back to Nekiru causing new tears to form at the edges of already>>
Imora Carondra>>red eyes, moving to slide down her cheeks, glistening in the pale moonlight.
Aaron Deskar finally seemed to gain the sense of looking about, and he did so, starting on his left and moving slowly, ever so slowly to his right, humming that sad tune all the while. His neck twisted and he gazed into the shadows, sapphire transfixed by emerald, the pale moonlight setting his form a glow, looking as though he was bathed in a silver-white aura from her to toe. He gazed at her, speechless, staring into emerald depths, his own eyes so lost, so full of sorrow, fixed 'pon hers. The palest >
Aaron Deskar pink graced his high cheek bones as a he gazed at her, seeming at a lost for words till finally, his pale lips, tinted a paler blue by the cold parted to speak, the humming gone, his voice soft, almost a whisper. "I wasn't crying..." His voice was slightly quavery, dispelling the notion that he could have been doing anything but crying, especaily with the incrimanating trails that lead silver down his fair face still awash with the moon's light.
I had to go, because my mom was -so- freakn' pissed at me, she was leaning over my shoulder and waiting for me to get off. :/
