Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Oct 6, 2007 22:03:21 GMT -5
Dusk, a grim, darkening sky greeting the clouds with conspicuous cool colors, kissing them carelessly and climbing toward the quiet sun.
Teagan Monolayre ran up the stairs, her red, uncurlable hair waving wildly behind her as her silence shoes bounded forward, one by one.
The beautiful, vain darkness clasped its exquisite fingers over the lush, comfortably green landscape, coolly signaling the end of the light-timers and the beginning of the nocturnals, the night shift after the day shift.
The head girl's warm breath flushed out of her lungs, through her full lips, and into the ever-chilling air about her.
As if the glorious night was laughing, little stalkers of suns came after it, following it at a distance of greatness, appearing only as tiny lit wholes in its great thick veil.
The ravenclaw's robes danced around her body, grabbing and releasing her legs, pulling at her arms.
The sun fled into the distance, its last rays bouncing off of Teagan as she finally shot out into the cold, blessed autumn air.
She breathed as quietly as she could, her developed chest moving with her fast inhalation. She forced it to slow and calm, leveling her heartbeat at a much more restful pace.
The sixteen-year-old girl stepped toward the railing genially. She left her lips separated, and she focused on sucking in oxygen only through her small, unblemished nose. Her pale, spidery fingers wrapped around the ledge, her gaze imperceptibly attracted to the dusk. As far as she knew, she was all alone here, and she thus relaxed a little, letting a sheepish smile free.
Oh, how she always liked the time of night--and dusk, the time one's eyes were worst adjusted to their surroundings.
She liked feeling like a kid again, like she had before her beloved adopted sister and her mother and her father were murdered so viciously with her as the only survivor; she had slain the one who tried to kill her then, albeit by accident.
Nightmares seemed to be her only presents from then, gifts from a past life, a past life she so yearned for and so feared...
Now, while she was alone, was the only time she could actually have fun and be herself, really. Having people like her--or having her like them--was simply inconceivable and not allowable. Fun as the past might have been, she had no desire to have her history repeat itself to her again like some broken record or a song accidentally switched onto Repeat.
No... Never, never again.... Never...
She closed her happy red eyes, the long dark lashes meeting each other and opened them again. She leaned onto the stone thing, folding arms strong from playing as beater together.
Of course, she would have to stay here for much a time longer. Tonight was not her night for patrol, but Cobalt or some other friendly people could steal themselves away into the common room, like when she had snuck Polyjuice Potion into the goblets before lunch once upon a time.
She sighed and let her eyes half close. The little run had been pleasant, she had finished her homework, and she had every intention of banishing her worries during a moment as private as this when she need not stubbornly keep her guard up one hundred percent of the time.
Just a few more hours, just a few more hours...
Violet pranced onto the darkening horizon before the shadows came to take its place with every color of beautiful blue they could smother it with.
Just a few more hours, just a few more hours...
Teagan Monolayre ran up the stairs, her red, uncurlable hair waving wildly behind her as her silence shoes bounded forward, one by one.
The beautiful, vain darkness clasped its exquisite fingers over the lush, comfortably green landscape, coolly signaling the end of the light-timers and the beginning of the nocturnals, the night shift after the day shift.
The head girl's warm breath flushed out of her lungs, through her full lips, and into the ever-chilling air about her.
As if the glorious night was laughing, little stalkers of suns came after it, following it at a distance of greatness, appearing only as tiny lit wholes in its great thick veil.
The ravenclaw's robes danced around her body, grabbing and releasing her legs, pulling at her arms.
The sun fled into the distance, its last rays bouncing off of Teagan as she finally shot out into the cold, blessed autumn air.
She breathed as quietly as she could, her developed chest moving with her fast inhalation. She forced it to slow and calm, leveling her heartbeat at a much more restful pace.
The sixteen-year-old girl stepped toward the railing genially. She left her lips separated, and she focused on sucking in oxygen only through her small, unblemished nose. Her pale, spidery fingers wrapped around the ledge, her gaze imperceptibly attracted to the dusk. As far as she knew, she was all alone here, and she thus relaxed a little, letting a sheepish smile free.
Oh, how she always liked the time of night--and dusk, the time one's eyes were worst adjusted to their surroundings.
She liked feeling like a kid again, like she had before her beloved adopted sister and her mother and her father were murdered so viciously with her as the only survivor; she had slain the one who tried to kill her then, albeit by accident.
Nightmares seemed to be her only presents from then, gifts from a past life, a past life she so yearned for and so feared...
Now, while she was alone, was the only time she could actually have fun and be herself, really. Having people like her--or having her like them--was simply inconceivable and not allowable. Fun as the past might have been, she had no desire to have her history repeat itself to her again like some broken record or a song accidentally switched onto Repeat.
No... Never, never again.... Never...
She closed her happy red eyes, the long dark lashes meeting each other and opened them again. She leaned onto the stone thing, folding arms strong from playing as beater together.
Of course, she would have to stay here for much a time longer. Tonight was not her night for patrol, but Cobalt or some other friendly people could steal themselves away into the common room, like when she had snuck Polyjuice Potion into the goblets before lunch once upon a time.
She sighed and let her eyes half close. The little run had been pleasant, she had finished her homework, and she had every intention of banishing her worries during a moment as private as this when she need not stubbornly keep her guard up one hundred percent of the time.
Just a few more hours, just a few more hours...
Violet pranced onto the darkening horizon before the shadows came to take its place with every color of beautiful blue they could smother it with.
Just a few more hours, just a few more hours...
OOC: This is open for everyone, as usual.