Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 15, 2009 15:29:36 GMT -5
Rushing heart beat.
Everything was on his mind. His life was chaos. Every waking moment. Every time the Gryffindor opened his eyes he thought a single thought.
Was today the day I die?
Why wouldn’t he just stop to rest?
Felix hadn’t been back in his dorm for a two days. He had spent a night in lying in the crypt. Arm broken in six different places, shattered to shards. His clothes scorched and torn after landing in a bush. The next morning, bear feet, he had faced off with a shade, got kidnapped, and then got tortured. What remained of his shirt was sliced to shreds. As the fifteen-year-old stumbled into the Prefects Bathroom… Felix realized. He was Head Boy. He had power. He was pretty much equal with the Professors now, yet they were never around, he was. Felix didn’t care, no matter what status Talon gave him it was useless against Shades, Vampires and Nosferatu.
Restless heart still beating.
Closing the door, Felix glanced around for a second to see if anyone else had happened to be taking a bath. He was too tired and worn out to deal with an awkward situation. They always found him.
Stripping off all the torn articles of clothe that barely resembled clothes, Felix dove right into the sparking pool of incense. Felix had always been a little pencil kid when he was younger, yet his reckless ventures had given the Gryffindor quite a ripped figure. He didn’t even care, it was even an annoyance.
The cool water calming his heart.
Lying motionless on the bottom of the pool, Felix gazed dreamily at the suds that floated on the surface. They had no ambition, no dreams, no harm could befall them. They were merely a chemical reaction filled with air. Why couldn’t life be that simple?
The beating slowing down.
Breaking the surface, the Gryffindor swam over to where he could stand, resting his head against the smooth water. Staring up at the beautiful mystique design that covered the ceiling, Felix, who hadn’t slept much in the past forty-eight hours, drifted off to a carefree land where all was fun.
The Gryffindor’s heart finally calm.
Everything was on his mind. His life was chaos. Every waking moment. Every time the Gryffindor opened his eyes he thought a single thought.
Was today the day I die?
Why wouldn’t he just stop to rest?
Felix hadn’t been back in his dorm for a two days. He had spent a night in lying in the crypt. Arm broken in six different places, shattered to shards. His clothes scorched and torn after landing in a bush. The next morning, bear feet, he had faced off with a shade, got kidnapped, and then got tortured. What remained of his shirt was sliced to shreds. As the fifteen-year-old stumbled into the Prefects Bathroom… Felix realized. He was Head Boy. He had power. He was pretty much equal with the Professors now, yet they were never around, he was. Felix didn’t care, no matter what status Talon gave him it was useless against Shades, Vampires and Nosferatu.
Restless heart still beating.
Closing the door, Felix glanced around for a second to see if anyone else had happened to be taking a bath. He was too tired and worn out to deal with an awkward situation. They always found him.
Stripping off all the torn articles of clothe that barely resembled clothes, Felix dove right into the sparking pool of incense. Felix had always been a little pencil kid when he was younger, yet his reckless ventures had given the Gryffindor quite a ripped figure. He didn’t even care, it was even an annoyance.
The cool water calming his heart.
Lying motionless on the bottom of the pool, Felix gazed dreamily at the suds that floated on the surface. They had no ambition, no dreams, no harm could befall them. They were merely a chemical reaction filled with air. Why couldn’t life be that simple?
The beating slowing down.
Breaking the surface, the Gryffindor swam over to where he could stand, resting his head against the smooth water. Staring up at the beautiful mystique design that covered the ceiling, Felix, who hadn’t slept much in the past forty-eight hours, drifted off to a carefree land where all was fun.
The Gryffindor’s heart finally calm.