The Melodious Nocturne: Ch 3
Amelia let out a sigh as Demyx left the room abruptly. She sat on the bed for a few moments, looking down at her hands, then around the white room. It was so messy. Casually it clicked in her, and she instinctively got off the bed, and started picking things up.
There was so much junk. Empty water bottles, clothes, towels, CDs, papers, books, and trash that had no where near been thrown close enough to the trash can.
She started collecting the CDs in one pile, and organized them on the bedside table. She picked up the trash and put it in the trash can with the empty water bottles. Then she started picking up the towels that had been lazily tossed on the floor, including the one he had discarded moments ago, and threw them into the hamper inside the closet.
For a castle, this sure is like any other room Ive .ahh! She dropped to the floor, holding her head again. Another painful part of her life was rushing back to her at the speed of light.
A room. It was her room
The Melodious Nocturne: Ch 2The girl blinked, opening her eyes slowly to face a white wall. She groaned softly, and turned over, and gazed at the blurry white room that was un-kept, by what she could tell. Her lungs were burning and dry, like they had been scraped with salt on the inside. She coughed, but it only made it hurt more.
With another groan, she sat up, pushing herself against the headboard, and finally spotted her glasses on the table beside her. She put them on, yet everything was still blurry. She took them off and inspected them. They were covered in water spots. What had happened, again? she thought as she rubbed them clean with the large grey shirt she was wearing.
Hold on this isnt mine She rasped weakly, placing her now clean glasses on once more.
Looking up, she could see her wet clothes hanging at the end of the bed, and thought back at what she remembered had happened. She couldnt remember much at all, though. All she could think of was the saltw
The Melodious Nocturne: Ch 1Demyx sat not-so-quietly upon one of the rock ledges of the small beach, picking the strings of his sitar and humming, while watching the dim sun sink into the dark, silver ocean. Water from a tide pool wormed and danced to the music, and formed into the shapes of planets and small water beads of starts that twinkled with reflecting light. He looked at his creation and chuckled.
I bet I could make a whole solar system if I wanted t- he started to say, but something grabbed his attention. Something small was falling from the sky. No wait, it was getting bigger. Too big to be a bird. He stood. With a crash, it hit the water.
Curiously Demyx jumped from his spot and casually half-ran to the edge of the water, his mind brimming with curiosity and slight concern. The blue sitar in his hand became water, and it vanished. He stood on the tips of his toes, trying to see past the shimmering silver reflection on the surface of the water to find where the unknown object had landed. Fi
Hearts of the Moon: Ch 7
Hearts of the Moon: Chapter 7
Time seemed to move quickly as I stood on the balcony and watched the countryside darken and light again as the clouds swam across the afternoon sky. Time was no longer of much interest to me. The next thing I knew, an intoxicating voice fell into my ears as a firm arm wrapped around my waist. I jumped in surprise, and in disgust.
It seems we have some things to discuss. Women in your country must be running the place wild, if its common for them to actually help rule the place. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I grabbed at his arm and tore it from me, and turned a cold gaze to him.
And the lack of their advice must be the reason why your country is suffering. I spat, and his face grew red. He drew a hand and slapped me across the face. It took all the strength I had to not reach for my face and start to cry. I wouldnt allow myself to look weak in front of him.
I thought I told you to hold