Post by Amistad Deserenia on Sept 7, 2005 23:04:40 GMT
Astronomy, it had always been a passion of hers, just staring up at the inky sky, counting the bright lights, connecting the dots until they formed constellations. She had always loved the night, the shining stars, the dark, the solitude, and comfort it offered her. Lately, she found herself looking forward to nights spent awake and wandering, and found herself making excuses not to wake during the day, to stay asleep until the sun had sunk beneath the horizon.
Today was no different. Knowing it’d be cold, she packed a blanket into her duffel bag, along with a slim brass telescope, a sketchbook, a charcoal pencil, and her wand. Tugging a cream-colored sweater over her tank top, she pulled on tan Ugs, tucking her jeans into the boots, and snatched up her enchanted CD player. Being careful not to wake the other girls in the dorm, she creeped out of the common room, weaving her way through the halls, heading towards the Astronomy Tower.
Music blared through the headphones, drumming around in her mind, causing her to nod her head in tune to the music. Apart from the soft thuds of her footfalls, the night was silent, not that she could tell having turned up the volume of her music. Climbing the stairs two at a time, she let herself into the highest room in the Tower, which was (as far as she could tell) empty.
Dropping her bag, she walked over to the large arched window, removed the latch and flung it open. Tucking her CD player into her back pocket, she pulled the blanket from her bag, spreading it out on the ground with the toe of her boot. Arranging herself, the CD player, pencil and sketchbook comfortably on the blanket, she pulled out the telescope.
She sung along to the music running through her ears, setting up the telescope. Pulling out it’s retractable legs, she leaned it against the low-riding windowsill, positioning it until she found a view she wanted. A bright cluster of stars, irate reddish-gold dust clinging to them, adding swirls of colors to the design. Beautiful in its imperfections.
The words ran through her mind, softly yet clearly. But so obviously not part of the song. The voice was different, and those weren’t the lyrics- she knew the words to the song. The voice was the same as the one from her dream, the one of that man, Jean Claude. Smooth as silk, warm, deceptively so, seductive. Why think of the dream now? It was, after all, just a dream, a made-up fantasy.
Because I want it to have been real… It’d be an interesting adventure to pursue, if it were real.. she answered her own question. Sighing, she pushed the dream back, her hand floating up, subconsciously touching the fading pinpricks on the side of her neck. Tuning her mind back into the music, she leaned back over the telescope, reaching for the pencil and sketchbook.
She sung softly, her voice echoing through the tower, the words coming out with the faint trace of a British lilt. Flipping open to a blank page, she ran the pencil over the paper. Alternating the pressure from soft to hard and back again, she drew dark lines, light lines, and some in between. Arcs, swirls, circles, lines; and a lot of shading in. Leaning over to peek through the telescope every so often, she tried to bring to life what she saw..
Ooc: -loves My Chemical Romance- *sings* What’s the worst that I can say…. *sings more* XD ^_^
Today was no different. Knowing it’d be cold, she packed a blanket into her duffel bag, along with a slim brass telescope, a sketchbook, a charcoal pencil, and her wand. Tugging a cream-colored sweater over her tank top, she pulled on tan Ugs, tucking her jeans into the boots, and snatched up her enchanted CD player. Being careful not to wake the other girls in the dorm, she creeped out of the common room, weaving her way through the halls, heading towards the Astronomy Tower.
“Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you”
[/center]Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you”
Music blared through the headphones, drumming around in her mind, causing her to nod her head in tune to the music. Apart from the soft thuds of her footfalls, the night was silent, not that she could tell having turned up the volume of her music. Climbing the stairs two at a time, she let herself into the highest room in the Tower, which was (as far as she could tell) empty.
Dropping her bag, she walked over to the large arched window, removed the latch and flung it open. Tucking her CD player into her back pocket, she pulled the blanket from her bag, spreading it out on the ground with the toe of her boot. Arranging herself, the CD player, pencil and sketchbook comfortably on the blanket, she pulled out the telescope.
“Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight.”
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight.”
She sung along to the music running through her ears, setting up the telescope. Pulling out it’s retractable legs, she leaned it against the low-riding windowsill, positioning it until she found a view she wanted. A bright cluster of stars, irate reddish-gold dust clinging to them, adding swirls of colors to the design. Beautiful in its imperfections.
"Life... and death... It is amazing how much one chooses between them in our time. Consciously or unconsciously, we're given the choice to live or to die. Some... don't have that choice, and some... make that decision for you."
[/center]The words ran through her mind, softly yet clearly. But so obviously not part of the song. The voice was different, and those weren’t the lyrics- she knew the words to the song. The voice was the same as the one from her dream, the one of that man, Jean Claude. Smooth as silk, warm, deceptively so, seductive. Why think of the dream now? It was, after all, just a dream, a made-up fantasy.
Because I want it to have been real… It’d be an interesting adventure to pursue, if it were real.. she answered her own question. Sighing, she pushed the dream back, her hand floating up, subconsciously touching the fading pinpricks on the side of her neck. Tuning her mind back into the music, she leaned back over the telescope, reaching for the pencil and sketchbook.
”Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight..”
[/center]When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take (worst you take)
from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like the blade you stain (blade you stain)
Well I've been holding on tonight..”
She sung softly, her voice echoing through the tower, the words coming out with the faint trace of a British lilt. Flipping open to a blank page, she ran the pencil over the paper. Alternating the pressure from soft to hard and back again, she drew dark lines, light lines, and some in between. Arcs, swirls, circles, lines; and a lot of shading in. Leaning over to peek through the telescope every so often, she tried to bring to life what she saw..
“Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide…”
[/center]Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide…”
Ooc: -loves My Chemical Romance- *sings* What’s the worst that I can say…. *sings more* XD ^_^
