Post by Shadow Clearwater on Feb 14, 2009 13:14:51 GMT -5
"There's a valentine's day massacre, I've been shot down," a quiet giggle broke the sweet silence, which crossed the hall, sing-song like but hushed. Shadonious bounced, springing lightly upon the balls of his feets as he half-skipped between the tables. He perched himself centre of the nearest house table, unfortunate but hufflepuff, and swung his legs up to cross beneath him. He was dressed perfectly in his opinion, his dress-robes crisp and fresh. Long tendrils of ebony were fluffed out, light and feathery. The ends were no longer yellow and crimson either, now deep shades of magenta and thulian pink.
"Is this love or am I dreaming....?" he continued, oblivious to how he'd changed the songs so swiftly and indeed was beginning to sing the wrong words. He frowned, staring up at the roof of the feasting hall before flicking his wand almost lazily towards it. "Such such a need," he muttered, watching the small raindroplets of crimson petals as they fell down continuously onto the room below. "Much better," he sighed, teary eyed as he plucked a petal from his hair and began playing with it between his fingers.
....His stomach hurt.
Bad.
Maybe the aching was supposed to tell him something....
I need to eat more food, he nodded, drawing his knees up to his chest and hugging them tightly. A low whine slipped between his thin lips, lonely and wistful. Morgan wasn't here. Nor Lucre. Nor anyone bar his own sorry self. He would go find them, yes, but then what. Momo would come if I asked, perhaps, but his stomach seemed to ache more at the thought. No, she wouldn't come. Would. then, Lucre? More likely. "Ooh, Malachy would most certainly... or Fee, dear little Feefee," he sighed, laying back on the table as he played with the petal.
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"Is this love or am I dreaming....?" he continued, oblivious to how he'd changed the songs so swiftly and indeed was beginning to sing the wrong words. He frowned, staring up at the roof of the feasting hall before flicking his wand almost lazily towards it. "Such such a need," he muttered, watching the small raindroplets of crimson petals as they fell down continuously onto the room below. "Much better," he sighed, teary eyed as he plucked a petal from his hair and began playing with it between his fingers.
....His stomach hurt.
Bad.
Maybe the aching was supposed to tell him something....
I need to eat more food, he nodded, drawing his knees up to his chest and hugging them tightly. A low whine slipped between his thin lips, lonely and wistful. Morgan wasn't here. Nor Lucre. Nor anyone bar his own sorry self. He would go find them, yes, but then what. Momo would come if I asked, perhaps, but his stomach seemed to ache more at the thought. No, she wouldn't come. Would. then, Lucre? More likely. "Ooh, Malachy would most certainly... or Fee, dear little Feefee," he sighed, laying back on the table as he played with the petal.
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