Post by Dante Rosmerta on Jan 8, 2008 7:25:46 GMT -5
"Damn it's cold out here," a young man muttered to himself as he flipped the collar of his sweater coat up. "Let alone windy as all get out," he added as he shoved his only ungloved hand into his pants pockets. The blond began to walk away from his apartment in the tunnel and off in a random direction. His cold blue eyes stared straight ahead as he ignored some of the shop keepers trying to give away free samples of their food.
It wasn't long until he reached a small fountain near the center of the shopping district. Taking out a sickle, Dante flipped the coin into the almost frozen waters. There was no wish in his mind, it was just something he did for good luck. "And it seems that I will need to start doing this again soon," he mused as he sat on the ground and leaned his head back against the cold marble.
Closing his eyes, the half blood began to meditate where he was. Sure people were probably staring at him weird, but the blond hardly cared. Placing his hands on his ankles, the Spaniard began to mutter something in Latin. The chant itself was a prayer that has been in his family for years. And since his sister passed away about a week ago, Dante had been praying like crazy.
"Phasmatis of vita secundum , commodo audite mihi. Addo salus illis of meus semen quos fuerant fatefully iunctus vos in repens preteritus. Addo lemma in salus ut they sic rightfully mereo mereor. In nomen of rose." he spoke softly as he held onto a small rose pendent around his neck.
Indeed his Latin starting to go down the tubes over the years, but it really didn't stop him from trying. Standing up, Dante looked back up at the sky as the winds started to calm down. "Well would you just look at that?" he mused aloud. "I guess something good came out of that after all," he laughed to himself as he shoved his hands into his sweater pockets.
It wasn't long until he reached a small fountain near the center of the shopping district. Taking out a sickle, Dante flipped the coin into the almost frozen waters. There was no wish in his mind, it was just something he did for good luck. "And it seems that I will need to start doing this again soon," he mused as he sat on the ground and leaned his head back against the cold marble.
Closing his eyes, the half blood began to meditate where he was. Sure people were probably staring at him weird, but the blond hardly cared. Placing his hands on his ankles, the Spaniard began to mutter something in Latin. The chant itself was a prayer that has been in his family for years. And since his sister passed away about a week ago, Dante had been praying like crazy.
"Phasmatis of vita secundum , commodo audite mihi. Addo salus illis of meus semen quos fuerant fatefully iunctus vos in repens preteritus. Addo lemma in salus ut they sic rightfully mereo mereor. In nomen of rose." he spoke softly as he held onto a small rose pendent around his neck.
Indeed his Latin starting to go down the tubes over the years, but it really didn't stop him from trying. Standing up, Dante looked back up at the sky as the winds started to calm down. "Well would you just look at that?" he mused aloud. "I guess something good came out of that after all," he laughed to himself as he shoved his hands into his sweater pockets.