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Post by Velareksil on Dec 10, 2009 20:37:18 GMT -4
Dyniste sat alone at his mess of a desk in the darkness, wondering how much of the night had passed and if it was possible for the ladies and gents of the school to already think themselves in love. He laughed at the thought, wondering if any of it would be true enough to pull through, or true at all. Leaning back on his chair, he stared out at the moon, it was the only thing that lit the room, that white light that bared the burden of lighting the night for the beings below. The moon with the aid of the constellations, the ancient heroes of the past, that had to shine bright when the sun was away. Dyniste admired it all, his loving green eyes shone brightly with the pure light of the moon. He traced the stars with his fingers, and his mind traveled to the Greeks and their tragedies. The story of Orion and Scorpio, the story of Heracles, Cassiopeia, his thoughts continued to wander as he had finished his own tale and was seeking ideas for a new creation. And so he sat, completely relaxed, his braid hanging behind the back of his chair, his hand reaching out to the sky, framing Ursa Minor between his forefinger and his thumb. Ah, the ocean above has so many stories to tell, he thought to himself with a smile before relaxing his arm on his desk and picking up his beautiful fountain pen once again.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 10, 2009 21:16:36 GMT -4
Once again, Hamish found himself running back to his dorm, his face still a flustered pink. Why was he running? Was he excited? Was he embarrassed? Was he…in love? No, the word “love” was too strong…He had feelings for Kemon, but they weren’t love. At least, that’s what he was telling himself. He skidded to stop, his untied shoe laces flicking up and whipping him in the ankles when he spotted the “304” on the door. Hamish dug his keys from his pocket, unlocking the door with a click.
It was dark inside, as the lights hadn’t been switched on, which luckily for him, meant that Dyniste hadn’t come back from the dance. Hamish took a step forward, but he felt a tug at his shoe laces…
“Oof!” he groaned as he hit the floor, his glasses sliding off his face and clattering against the floor. He groped around the ground for them, putting them back on after he had found them. Hamish stood up turned on the lights.
To his surprise, Dyniste was there.
“You’re back early,” he commented, putting his top hat on his desk before flopping down on his bed.
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 10, 2009 21:30:17 GMT -4
"Ah, an entrance fit for a king," Dyniste said, covering his mouth to stifle his laugh as he spoke. He turned in his chair to look at the frog-like figure, his soft green eyes flaring with amusement. His roommate was strange indeed, but there was definitely something he was missing, when it struck him his spirit flared, "did thou treat thine maiden to a beautiful dance beneath moonlight?" he asked, a mocking smile made it's way onto his face, though his eyes glowed with interest. He twirled his writing utensil happily as he awaited the answer.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 10, 2009 22:01:47 GMT -4
“Sh-shut up,” he said to Dye’s remark on his entrance. Hamish got out of his bed, sighing as he got a biology book out and read at his desk.
"Did thou treat thine maiden to a beautiful dance beneath moonlight?”
The moment his muscles began to tighten up was the moment Hamish knew he wouldn’t be able to finish his words without his voice screwing up.
“I-It wasn’t under…uh…moonlight…and…er…” he paused, disputing with himself. What was he, crazy? He knew he wouldn’t be able to say anything without Dyniste going all Shakespeare. Oh, what the hell, he’d already started, he might as well finish. “I-I-I…ah…I d-d-danced with her.”
“Sh-sh-Shesaidshelikedme…” Hamish muttered, his voice hastening the words as his face turned red.
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 10, 2009 22:25:16 GMT -4
"Fast," Dyniste breathed softly before it fully sunk in and he immediately got to his feet, his eyes glinting, his smile wide and mischievous, he hadn't time to lose. His roommate had danced, the girl had spoken, his mind began to spin. It took a great amount of will power to keep himself from pouncing onto his roommate and forcing out every last detail. He brushed his finger against the sharp tip of his pen, wondering if he would need it's aid. "Did not I instruct thou to bring her to the shores, dance in the soft light of the moon, sit with her until a new day came to be? Kiss upon departure and come back to this room with a glorious smile and much delight behind it? Did this one fail to make it clear he would not take anything less? Never leave thine maiden hanging while feelings are in the air, never fail to hold those soft hands as if to not let go..." Dyniste hesitated, he felt like harassing his roommate just a little bit more, but something told him he was being a bit too cruel. He mentally glared at that something, but obeyed it no less, "so then, doth thou like thine maiden in return?" he asked with a pleasant smile.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 10, 2009 22:54:53 GMT -4
“I-I don’t think sh-she…ah…meant it. Sh-she said “W-were going t-to be great f-f-fr-friends”. So…um…I do-don’t think sh-sh-she m-meant it l-like th-th-that…” Hamish’s ability to speak seemed to die away. “I s-said I er…I l-l-liked h-her t-too…but…ah…b-but sh-she…uh…sh-she didn’t h-hear me…”
He blushed hard, his face and ears going a blotchy scarlet as the blood rose to his head.
“So…um…y-yeah.” He wasn’t too sure on what else there was to say, but his instincts told him to keep talking. “Er…I’m…uh…I-I’m seeing h-her t-t-t-tomorrow s-so we c-can take…t-take pho-photos of the…ah…the s-s-sunset.”
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 10, 2009 23:07:08 GMT -4
"This one asked not for the words spoken by thy mouth, he demanded the feelings voiced by thine heart," Dyniste said with his mocking smile, making a mental note to keep watch over his roommate during the next passing sunset. As he looked at Hamish he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as to how red he was capable of turning, as if his head would blow off his body right then and there. The concept was immediately pushed away as the afterthought was messy. He returned his focus on his roommate and continued to voice his thoughts, "to start off this one would recommend thou keeps thy tongue in control. I must asked, though, when did this come to be, and where will it take place?"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 11, 2009 7:47:23 GMT -4
“Y-You ou-ought not t-to say th-th-that, D-Dye. St-stu-stuttering is c-considered a…er…as a sp-sp-spe-speech d-dis-disorder. S-some people c-c-co-could t-tak-take that t-t-to…um…offense,” Hamish said rather angrily, as many before his roommate had told him to “fix that stutter”. His face was slowly losing colour as anger filled him, letting go of all nervousness.
“I didn’t tell you about the date because I knew you’d over-dramatize it. The exact reason why I didn’t tell you about K-Ke-Kem-Kemon in the first pl-place!” He couldn’t tell that his stammering was appearing again as his thoughts moved back to Kemon.
“I dunno where we’re going. Sh-Sh-She just said to meet her in the art studio at 6.30 t-to-tomorrow. Where’s a good pl-place I can suggest for us to w-watch the sunset?”
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 11, 2009 11:07:59 GMT -4
Dyniste grinned, "you called it a date," he spoke with laughter rising within him. He left the previous topic alone, for even though he'd barely noted his roommate's anger, the part of his mind that was constantly pestering him did. Even so, he hoped his roommate would keep himself from getting nervous around his new friend, as that was never anything pleasant to deal with for anybody. At the question, though, his grin grew wider, "of all questions, that, you should know, shouldn't you?" he asked, all the while making note of time, "the best place possible to snap the sunset would be at a rocky portion of the shore traveling high, where you have a perfect foreground of land and leaves, a mid-ground of beach and sea, a background of rock and cliff, with the sun behind all, embracing it in soft dark colors. With luck, there will be enough clouds for a fiery appearance in the sky to contrast land, and the wind will blow the waves about and make them seem as if they fall before the sand in graceful waterfalls," he stated plainly, he had no knowledge of photography, but from his years of prose he had learned the words used to describe scenery, and with the picture clear in his mind, he was confident he was describing it clearly. The only thing that bothered him was the question of whether or not there was a rock beach within a few miles of coastline from where they were. Somehow he doubted it, but the false hope burned in his eyes, as he'd always known hope to spread as a virus through the expression of it.
He looked up, "of course if you can't find that rocky shore, up a mountain or atop a cliff that sees beyond all would be an excellent choice, that is if you bare no fear of heights. Although to fly above such would exceed even excellence, to spread thy wings of love and see the world from above without the fear of impact upon ground, without a fear of end," Dyniste's eyes continued to point themselves upward with a somewhat transparent gaze, lost in thought. A beautiful scene, indeed, and yet somehow it seemed too cliche for a photographer and his lady, and he hoped the couple would seek to view a sunset of their own. A sunset he could only dream they would end up remembering with more detail then even pictures could capture. But then Dyniste recalled that he didn't even know the girl and with the thought he sighed, wondering how well it would work. The bothersome part of his mind lectured him about how he thought he was the only one capable of creating perfect love, and he raised an eyebrow at it before returning to staring holes into his roommate, "never the less, a bad choice it was indeed, to ask. The scenery that embraces a dimming fire best is for thou and thine maiden to choose with heart and heart alone. Speaking of thy heart, this one will repeat himself one more time, what words of like or love does it speak?"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 12, 2009 12:00:27 GMT -4
“I-I-I did? Well, th-tha-that was unintentional!” Hamish exclaimed rather stubbornly that it was almost out of character for him. No, it wasn’t a date; it would only be “hanging out”.
“The…um…ocean’s a bit…uh…cliché, h-ho-how-however…er…when I ah…met her w-we were talk-talking about angles…y’know…er…ph-pho-photography w-wise…and…um…all that…So maybe so-some-somewhere like…ah… the for-forest.”
His hands played with the pages of his biology textbook as he heard his roommate go on…and then his final question hit Hamish like a bomb. A hiccup bomb. His stomach tightened, his shoulders tensed, he began to sweat…
“U-u-um…I-I-I w-w-wouldn’t c-call it…er…l-l-love…b-b-but I, ah…I-I h-have f-fe-feel-feelings for h-h-her, I uh…think…” He managed to say between hiccups.
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 12, 2009 15:24:06 GMT -4
Unintentional? Dyniste thought to himself, if anything he always thought people spoke honestly only when they didn't pick his words, and yet at the same time they said things they didn't mean so often without the passion they should feel. In that way, he became hesitant as to what to use to counter, and hence let the topic hang as well. When his roommate's speech, by some kind of miracle became more jagged yet he raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but laugh slightly. His was too cute for a girlfriend, definitely lacking in a princely composure, and yet something about it, he knew, could no doubt attract strong and beautiful girls. "Bare no shame for thy feelings as they will always be kind, for without them we'd forever be blind. Don't hold them with walls as they'll bother thou not. Leave them too close to thy heart and they rot. Speak them again if thou believes them true, and those moments you mustn't ever rue. "
Too lame, was his only thought response to what he said. Dyniste sighed quietly before looking up again, "a lovely choice you make, but a forest is better at sunup, it gets dark quickly after sundown, twilight passes in the blink of the eye and dusk will then be so far away. It'll be beautiful, though, I imagine, especially for two skilled artists, but then again, forests darken in mere moments..." Dyniste trailed, somehow the darkness didn't seem fitting for a new couple and yet it seemed perfect for friends. Or more like perfect children trying to test their will power, young male children putting up a strong face for the girls they liked. At the same time, something about it was extremely appealing, especially for a young couple, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was about it that stuck out. His thoughts contradicted each other and so he decided that he loved the classics too much and should leave it be, "Of course the darkness also has a light to it, so do as you wish, just don't go falling out of any trees or getting lost while you're at it. Oh, right, and never hesitate to catch your princess," he said with a pleasant smile. There were plenty of places to trip in a forest, maybe that was it, the development of a bond from a save or an extended hand in friendship. He sighed, he told himself he was picturing things that were again far too cliche, and yet he couldn't help but like it that way. "But if you two do get lost, you know, the usual. Look to the sky and take her about, look to the north and it'll lead you out."
And that was when Dyniste realized that they weren't speaking of a future of the current day but a future date and his usually chatty tongue died for a moment. He looked at the time though the numbers held no real meaning to him and was forced to recall what was suppose to be happening as he had assumed the party was over when his roommate returned, "remind me again why you're skipping out on the beach party and leaving your lady to dance on the shore all alone," Dyniste said with a demonic hiss, his eyes glinting with mischief.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 12, 2009 21:10:10 GMT -4
“Tha-Thanks for the ad-advice,” Hamish said to his roommate, even though he became lost in the labyrinth that was Dyniste’s complicated speech. There was something about catching her…and getting lost…
“Don’t w-worry about it, I’ll make sure we stick to the…um…the ride-riding trail.” Hamish reassured his roommate in a more calm fashion. He thought of good ways to get some good shots. Maybe, if they got to the clearing, they could lie on the grass on their backs, camera lenses pointed at the sky. If they waited long enough, the sky would be half blue and half red, creating a good contrast…
Hamish shook his head, and forced himself into burying his nose in his textbook. He had to study and do well, imagine what his dad would think…he couldn’t let him down…
"Remind me again why you're skipping out on the beach party and leaving your lady to dance on the shore all alone."
It wasn’t what Dyniste said that freaked him out, it was how he said it; like a serpent about to strike an eagle. He looked up from his textbook, already knowing what to say…
“C’mon, she needs to socialize with people other than me,” Hamish articulated, feeling his anxiousness leaving him. “There was this German guy she ditched when I…ah…when I asked her to da-dan-dance with me…plus, I have to study.”
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 12, 2009 22:30:12 GMT -4
Desire over lust, sin over sin, Dyniste thought, raising an eyebrow before responding.
"You mustn't thank for such things, they're my passion and my will, nothing more, never less," he spoke with a delighted smile. People rarely listened to him, so it interested him more that his roommate should. Whether his roommate had or had not understood was a question that never crossed Dyniste's mind and never would, as he'd always thought his words simple and direct. ((Dude, Dye, what the heck?)) Dyniste sighed at the mention of staying on path, he had never thought it to lead anywhere interesting, and then it struck his mind that if his roommate really did go along through the forest, not even with the help of a telescope would he be able to see through the thick canopy of green and brown. He glared at his roommate, too hard, making this too hard, cruel, ever so very cruel, he thought, wondering how he'd overcome the dilemma, thinking too hard, and deciding to leave it for another day.
When the mention of another man finally got to Dyniste as it should, he cursed Eros for firing two arrows, and then wondered if two had truly flown. He gave a stubborn sigh, "This one won't have it that another man should take her from thy arms," he said flatly, "fight if you feel, but if feel you do not, then think you no longer, and forget the love sought," he continued, boredom already edging into his voice, "why do you study with so much excitement around, anyways?" Dyniste let the question slip through his lips without even expecting an answer.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 12, 2009 23:43:10 GMT -4
Hamish looked up from his textbook, sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose out of habit. He opened his photo album, flicking through the pages until his eyes met a wedding photo of his dad and step mother, both of them beaming ear to ear at the camera. He slid the photo out of the page.
“Ah…l-long story short; my dad’s had a t-tough life, I just wanna make him hap-happy,” the red head said with a dorky metal grin. “It…um…doesn’t make me un-unhappy in the process though, s-s- seeing my dad happy makes me ha-happy.”
Hamish gave the photo over to Dyniste with such care, as if it was a baby bird with a broken wing.
“That’s him and my step mum.”
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 13, 2009 0:36:12 GMT -4
Dyniste smiled a gentle smile at the picture and the way it was handled. He moved not a muscle as fragile things showing beautiful love were never his to handle, or so his mind pestered his body. Even so, he took in it's every detail from the slight distance and his smile grew slightly kinder, a masterful photographer, an overwhelming atmosphere that leaked in, or both, easily both.
A man that knows another's misery would easily know a little himself, right? And the selfless one saddest of man, or something like that, Dyniste raised an eyebrow in a questioning look, what the hell kind of thought is that?
"It seems to bare the kind weight of much happy meaning, this one would highly recommend thou reconsider passing delicate memories in to unfamiliar hands," Dyniste said with a mocking grin, "in the circumstance that thou bares good reason, this one will lecture not on how to walk below the earth. They're a beautiful couple, though, but recall that the digger will rarely look up to the sun, and will always see abyss. But that may very well be irrelevant, though I question you no further," he finished the mouthful of statements with a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, inspiration was itching it's way into him, slowly but smoothly.
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