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Mood: Creative
Listening to: Enigma -- Incognito
Watching: DevilMayCry - Episode 5
Reading: My writting
Playing: Kingdom Hearts 2 - Proudu mode

Same again, italics indicate speech.

=Daydream - Remus/Sirius =

Remus had never really been one for daydreaming.

Yet he thought of Sirius over the summer without meaning to. Summertime was to relax, not stress over the mischievous marauder, but he found himself dreaming. Little luminous dreams which made him blush and grow hot, then he’d scowl, from the embarrassment of thinking abut his best friend in such way. He dismissed the thoughts of a repressed sixteen-year-old, the lack of female touch on his marred skin, nothing else. But why we he indulging himself in these thoughts? No, that question was better left unanswered for the sake of his friendship, he loved Sirius dearly.

Remus tugged the covers over him.

=Change = (o.o a short story i suppose)

The sun was high up in the clear blue skies, an endless ocean untarnished by any smudges of clouds, instead free and open to those who could take flight amongst the blossoming birds. Trees swayed underneath the light breeze, their leaves rustling and dancing along, a calming sound to those listening ears. It was summertime in the woods, animals were busily out, uncaring to the beings which made themselves present in the beautiful landscape.

A child dashed down along the river side, it’s waters gleaming brightly in purity to the sun which beat down on it. She dashed, her long red hair following behind her, laughing loudly without a care in the world.

“Marianne wait up!” Another child, a few years older than the girl, ran after her, in a short time he finally caught hold of her arm.

“But the rabbit Friagne!” Marianne whined, waving her arm rapidly in the direction of the rabbit pouncing away up the river bank.

The boy panted, placing to hands to his knees. “Don’t run away like that, you hear me? Marianne are you even listening?”

The child nodded to him but continued to walk up the bank, the direction the small creature ran up. She slipped down the bank, the luscious long green locks of grass were gleaming with faint beads of water from being so close to the river. The boy behind her caught her before she fell into the river, pushing her to her feet, guiding the child up the bank safely. Once they reached the top of the bank she leapt down to a small pit, the walls of it dotted around with holes the right size of a rabbit to squeeze through. She smiled and bent down to one of the holes, looking down it.

Friagne watched her carefully, his purple locks of hair weighed down heavy on his face in such warm weather. After a few minutes he gave up awaiting for Marianne to loose interest, he jumped down next to her, watching her more closely as she examined inside the holes.

“F-friagne this rabbit!” Marianne’s curious expression turned to one of panic, she pushed her hands into the hole and took out the small animal.

Friagne was about to tell her off for pushing her hands inside the dirty hole, but soon realized why she had done it. The small animal was a baby rabbit, trembling and curled up in pain, as if it was fighting something currently undergoing inside it’s body. He sighed and looked up to Marianne.

“W-what’s wrong with…” She squeaked at the rabbit trying to weakly escaped her.

Friange calmly took the small rabbit in his hands, placing it to his knees for balance while using one hand to stroke back it’s ears. “Myxomatosis, Marianne.” The rabbit remained calm in his hands although pained.

Marianne looked up Friange with a fearful expression. “Is that bad?”

“This rabbit has no resistance, it’ll probably die in a couple of days..” He stopped and looked up at held back sobs erupting from the girl.

“I don’t want it die!”

“Marianne…” He sighed. “Don’t cry alright, watch this.” He smiled softly, resting one of his hands on the rabbit’s tiny back. His fingers spread out along his fur, which was ruffled and untidy, thick with dirt from burying under the small hole. A pure white glow appeared from his digits, before it spread around the animal, coursing throughout the insides of his body.

Marianne watched the rabbit, it’s once weakened state changed, the red hue around it’s eyes disappeared and it’s frail body struggling to even keep itself together became strong and youthful. She blinked at the white light disappearing, the rabbit hopped out from his hands and back into the hole, cured of it’s incurable disease.

“W-wow! That’s amazing” Marianne smiled widely, latching her arms around Friange’s one arm.

He shrugged before picking the girl up from the floor, her plaited dress was now smudged in dirt. Friange shook his head. “Now what I am going to tell dad when he sees you like that?”

Marianne said nothing back in reply, she didn’t need too, her grin of admiration said everything.

=

His family were known to be the master of magic, preferably white magic, but he knew some of his family went down different paths, however the more recent generation of his family stuck to the code of white, keeping untainted by the doings of dark. He was his father’s first born son, his only one, and after his mother died a few years after giving birth to him, he felt somewhat responsible to excel his fathers expectations. Loosing this tournament wasn’t an option, it would be failing his dad, which was something he couldn’t bear.

Like the seasons, people change, sometimes for the good, sometimes for the bad.

=

The room was cold, incredible cold, those still breathing could see their breath, floating up into the air before disappearing. And by saying those still breathing, it was now reduced to two, one on the floor, a hand over a bleeding wound, while the other stood untouched. A untarnished white cloth floated around him, caressing his pale skin, flicking round swiftly to a unknown force.

He figured that a human touch now and then was nothing to be ashamed off. But when he found himself cradling the head of his beaten father, he realized his mindless self indulge had gotten out of his control. He didn’t mean for this, he didn’t want his sister witnessing his crime, he didn’t want anything other than to be great and powerful; his fathers acceptance. If his father never interfered it would’ve never lead to this.

Looking to his sister, he could see the fear in her eyes, and then he knew, things would never be the same again. No going back, he dropped to the floor in acceptance of his dark mind, he’d crossed the line with no guidance to return back.

W-why?

Too be great, to make father proud.

How c-could you?!

He didn’t know, it was a blur of rage to him.

D-daddy!

She was ripped of all her strength, without her father and loosing her brother, she was broken. He walked over to her. He would help her return back that strength, after all, it was the only help he could give. He embraced her shaken floor and held tight to her, savouring the short moments before her body fell to the floor, a trail of blood to follow.

=Waiting - Misa=

She was tired of many things, not psychically, but mentally. The strongest wearing feeling was the sense of waiting, for days she found herself sitting on the front porch, whatever the weather, staring endlessly out to the horizon. Some days she’d found herself being disillusional, the mind playing cruel tricks on her, projecting an image of a lone figure appearing up from the hill. She’d get up and run over, only to sink down to the floor to find the figure gone. How long would she be like this? For eternity? She was provided with no promise of his return, yet she waited.

The woman’s head was nestled down into the snow filled floor, watching her breaths cascade out in wispy puffs of air. Fallen like a puppet with no owner to her mind tricks, his figure which seemed more clearer than usual had disappeared upon her touch. But no matter how many times she fell, she picked herself back up, and resumed waiting for the lone figure.

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