Post by Guest on Oct 4, 2015 13:01:10 GMT -5
POV: Ariavellesiene Mai Yamazaki, also known as "Mai" or "Aria"
Walking over to edge of the lake, Ariavellesiene was in no hurry, pausing to sniff a flower here and there. Running his fingers over an iridescent petal, he admired the way the colors shimmered for a moment, then sighed softly, walking gently over to where the water lapped serenely at the shore, removing his flats and dipping his toes into the water. It was a calm morning, somewhere around five, when Ariavellesiene usually woke up to admire the sunrise and the lingering of the night sky. The cold water burbled and he drew his wrap closer.
Today, the sky was suspended in a lazy sort of beauty, foggy grays and almost-blues filling the sky. If the son of Aphrodite focused on it, he would see shifting purples and gold highlighting the scenery. carefully untangling his hedgehog's spikes from his sleek ponytail, which fell in a straight line to his hip. Straightening his clothes, he petted Setsuzoku absently, letting his pet push back gently against his hand in pleasure.
Easy. Welcoming. Slightly brisk. If he tried, Aria could imagine himself back by the creek near his home in California, where his friend Marsh would lie waiting. He would smile and sit down, and then Marsh would card a hand through his own messy blonde curls and grin lopsidedly, making him chuckle. And then they would both relax and chat mindlessly, half caring about what, at the simple age of nine.
But that wasn't his life now.
Ariavellesiene ignored the thought, plucking a string on the edge of his solid dress, and checking the time. Five twenty-six. If the leaned forward and stared into the clouds, he could pretend that this was a picture he was trapped within-a young man in a dress staring at the pastel sky.
He usually woke up early to read in silence, but today was different, lazy and welcoming. The demigod brushed his fingers in his hair idly, smoothing out the rough knots that he had ignored earlier. Humming softly, he heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps approach, but ignored it until it drew closer, which was when he glanced up, finding a figure of another person.
Walking over to edge of the lake, Ariavellesiene was in no hurry, pausing to sniff a flower here and there. Running his fingers over an iridescent petal, he admired the way the colors shimmered for a moment, then sighed softly, walking gently over to where the water lapped serenely at the shore, removing his flats and dipping his toes into the water. It was a calm morning, somewhere around five, when Ariavellesiene usually woke up to admire the sunrise and the lingering of the night sky. The cold water burbled and he drew his wrap closer.
Today, the sky was suspended in a lazy sort of beauty, foggy grays and almost-blues filling the sky. If the son of Aphrodite focused on it, he would see shifting purples and gold highlighting the scenery. carefully untangling his hedgehog's spikes from his sleek ponytail, which fell in a straight line to his hip. Straightening his clothes, he petted Setsuzoku absently, letting his pet push back gently against his hand in pleasure.
Easy. Welcoming. Slightly brisk. If he tried, Aria could imagine himself back by the creek near his home in California, where his friend Marsh would lie waiting. He would smile and sit down, and then Marsh would card a hand through his own messy blonde curls and grin lopsidedly, making him chuckle. And then they would both relax and chat mindlessly, half caring about what, at the simple age of nine.
But that wasn't his life now.
Ariavellesiene ignored the thought, plucking a string on the edge of his solid dress, and checking the time. Five twenty-six. If the leaned forward and stared into the clouds, he could pretend that this was a picture he was trapped within-a young man in a dress staring at the pastel sky.
He usually woke up early to read in silence, but today was different, lazy and welcoming. The demigod brushed his fingers in his hair idly, smoothing out the rough knots that he had ignored earlier. Humming softly, he heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps approach, but ignored it until it drew closer, which was when he glanced up, finding a figure of another person.
