'Tis'll be a long night [private]

Mar 20, 2019 18:26:07 GMT -6

Post by Aethon on Mar 20, 2019 18:26:07 GMT -6

❝

Vow to leave me and not die yourself. Shine upon this ebony night, beautiful life. Smother my screams, sweet flame. Swear to cease me from reviving. Sing to this moonlight, beautiful life. Cremate this body of mine, sweet flame.

Sing me to sleep, warmth. Devour me, ebony void

❞

Beyond the horizon, the beloved sun fled, and setting within the distance caused a beautiful astray to envelop the sky, the warmth of the colors were alluring to the unfolding evening, and perhaps, it was becoming too late for the Songbird. Neve described few things before fluttering off to attend paperwork, difficulties, and complications prompted by her arrival in the morning, and that prolonged her adjustment into the Academy. Traveling from the field, one of the far training grounds, the Songbird relocated to the courtyard, and if she complained, the whole day was difficult, complicated and challenging, overrun by students upon her arrival in the morning, their overbearing curiosity for the royalty and beauty from Hisakawa, the situation did not blow too well, considering she escaped by window. After isolating herself within one of the far fields, grassy and perfect for sun basking, she assumed being a massive bird would intimidate anyone from investigating, thus staying away from her, but she met two individuals, that wasn't too bad, but she wasn't able to.. adjust. Around early evening, she found herself in the courtyard, as told when evening came to be, she would need to return here, and she did.

Beneath the reminisce of a setting sun, treading around the court, the songbird found a bench, lifting the snowy silk materials of her dress, she sat and thought in silence. Being alone like this, pressing a finger or two to her throat, reminded her of that time, touching against her choker, the gentle rub of the lace against the scarred, tender flesh of her neck, that dark time. Draping of her shoulders, the cold wave of emptiness and nothingness lingered to evoke her, lowering her hand from her neck to her lap with a gentle exhale, she ignored the eerie tickling to her frame. Ignoring this sensation, forcing herself to believe it was hunger or fatigue, she decided to wait with patience and quietly endure the wait, after all, the suddenness combined with the fact she could be dangerous to the academy combined with her being from another country could cause quite a few delays.

Slipping a book from her back, located within the folding of her dress ribbons, she opened it and began to read, whispering words inaudibly as the time passed, until a particular part. "To you, I beg, do not concern. Even without my stead, the touch of us forever gone. Never cease, never lose, and never forget your smile." Spoken gently like the wind, the words flowing from her lips were laced with sweetness and yet, so sad.

A heartfelt goodbye, said the title of the book, and a title falling between romance and historical. A knowledgeable book for wisdom and learning of the past.

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Mar 23, 2019 2:12:54 GMT -6

Post by Nuada on Mar 23, 2019 2:12:54 GMT -6

"Huh? That is definitely far to depressing sounding for my taste. I hope you don't mind my intrusion but I think we should find a more cheerful book to read. Maybe one about action and adventure? That sounds like a good read right?"

A small, soft, cheerful voice rang out from nearby where the girl was sitting. If she turned her head trying to look for the source of the noise she would find that nobody was standing around her. It would be almost as if the voice had come out of nowhere but she would feel a very slight touch on her right shoulder as if something not much heavier than a feather had landed on it. At the same time the slightest smell of alcohol would enter the air around her, barely noticable but still a detectable scent to anyone who was paying close enough attention. Where was this voice coming from? What was the source of the smell and touch? To put it simply a certain fairy hybrid had just arrived on the scene and had chosen to land on the girl's shoulder.

When the girl looked down she would find herself looking at seemed to be a three inch tall man wearing a sleeveless shirt, a pair of jeans, and a metallic right hand. At the same time it would be clear he was completely bare foot and was currently holding what seemed to be a miniaturized bottle of whiskey in his hand. An overly optimistic smile spread across his face as he looked over at the Aethon. Folding his light blue dragon fly like wings behind his back he would extend his hand out towards the girl as if expecting a handshake, despite the fact he was probably currently smaller than her entire hand, before he made his introduction.

"Your Aethon, right? Your assistant? I think they were your servant... the phoenix named Neve told me we were going to be roommates so I thought I'd come out and greet you. The name's Nuada. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Despite having just met the girl and currently residing on her shoulder the boy acted as if this entire situation was completely normal. He introduced himself like he was just talking to someone he had just run into at a bar or on the streets. It would seem like he was completely ignoring the fact that he had just jumped on to a strangers shoulder, commented on the book they were reading, and introduced himself while still sitting on their shoulder.