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Post by Kairi Kamiya on May 3, 2013 8:28:17 GMT -8
It's grace touching every inch of the open clearing, setting nature's mirror ablaze in brilliance, rippling softly. The Maiden, bathed in moonlight, stood in the centre of the mirror, her petite feet adored with ballet slippers, the wind caressing her silver locks and amethyst twinkling with joy. With no one within her sight, an Angel's echo rang through the night with the simple sound of her gifted voice (although she did not think so...) and her feet followed.
She twirled and danced to the sound, the water at her command, sprinkling the scene it seemed. The scars engraved in her flesh were visible more so, it's true, but there were no prying eyes about. So the Maiden continued in pure freedom and joy at the thrill. Carried by the nature's breath, silk pink blossoms came to join the droplets as one. Ballet willed it all tenderly, with a dainty smile upon her lips. The scene her stage, the mirror her platform, and nature there to witness it all.
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Post by Ion on May 5, 2013 9:20:15 GMT -8
The warm summer wind danced in tandem with Phoebe, all the while raising a perfect symphony in accompaniment. Playfully weaving and twirling through the fresh forest foliage, the gentle breeze sent ever-changing harmonies cascading alongside Phoebe’s angelic voice. The whole world was in perfect balance, the full moon illuminating the rare moment of complete bliss in the world below.
Through the tall shadows of ancient redwoods, a young man wandered in reverence of nature’s glory. There was something about a full moon that invigorated him, filling him with awe and a fresh strength. In the purest moonlight, he was reborn and all worldly concerns could be set aside for a short time in appreciation of the event. The sweet sound of freedom and unrestrained joy carried to him as though destiny itself was beckoning his attention. Following the fluid crescendos with silent steps Ion couldn’t help but seek the source and savour the night with such beautiful vocal accompaniment.
It seemed like mere moments before the sky-eyed individual happened upon the rare scene laid out before him. A young maiden, skin and scars glistening alike in the silvery light, danced in tandem with the shifts and sprays of water surrounding her. The pink blossoms shimmering with the captured light of droplets and moonshine sent small sprays of reflected color along the water and the maidens white dress. Breathtaking to behold Ion could have stayed and marvelled in the moment for eons but his deeper instincts drew him forward, on feet as light as those dancing across the mirrored surface, Ion began a slow sweeping waltz along the shoreline. Eyes shuttered and a small smile gracing his lips, the song permeated every part of the world around him, filling the white clad navi with the simple bliss of movement. Movements strong and confident along the shoreline, each spin and step placed with the fluid grace of one who knows their body and is dancing for happiness rather than performance. His white hair waving gently with each movement seemed to be spun out of the moons light on nights such as this, and the blue of his eyes were those of a robin’s egg; a delicate, tender blue. Splashes of blue joined the pink as the vibrant gems embedded in his body cast off coloured moonlight; deep in his heart he hoped he would not disrupt the perfect balance of the night with his presence. His subtle offer, more a question asking if he may join her, lay in the choice of waltz, a partner dance, a social dance to follow the flawless opening number. Though Ion knew he could never accompany such intoxicating vocals, he could dance beautifully and hoped that this faerie of the moonlight would accept his company for a short while.
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Post by Kairi Kamiya on May 20, 2013 10:48:20 GMT -8
Amethyst sealed to the outside world as the pinnacle note rang through the landscape without restraint and unaware of prying eyes. Her heart fill of bliss and joy as freedom ran through her veins. Long spun silver strands caught dancing pink petals, weaving without tangle and the Moon's Pearl refracting such a powerful, yet comforting glow. Such gentleness and kindness beheld upon her lips, despite the engraved flaws ablaze on her legs. Droplets glistening with captured moonlight within and the breath of nature, sighing at the sacred scene. The ballad came to a silent close and amethyst jewels awakened to the night turning her once fixed gaze from the celestial body to the shoreline.
Time froze as fear's virus coursed through her fragile form, attacking with ferocity and without resistance. Amethyst fearfully observed aquamarine, the Maiden's face dusted with red roses. This Warrior leaped and skipped, daring to defy gravity with such an inner strength. His heart on display for only her eyes to see it radiating, it seemed. Snow white locks tousled, not a care in the world and those sky-blue aquamarines, inquiring reverently to share in the moment. Although Phoebe would welcome such company (her face aflame at such a thought someone with no ill intent), lingering doubts still ran through her mind, a single tear forming it's river. What if he held such distain for her voice and hatred for her scars? Perhaps he was disgusted with her, only seeing her blessed gifts as useful tools, only desiring her pain and suffering...like so many others. With a shifted focus, power dwindled and control escaped.
Aqua gems crashed about, rippling in their wake and blossom's petals sailing, obey gravity's law. The wind howling, bubbling in anger; the jewel losing its lustre immediately left the Maiden shaking. Transparent ballet slippers splashed, disappearing. The Maiden swallowed into the freezing mirror below, silk soaked at once. Panic flooded her lungs, sinking further below to the liquid's floor. Air leaving, strength draining, hope wavering as the reality of deletion is once more her fate. Tears leave closing amethysts, an unspoken prayer, pleading for an angel's aid.
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Post by Ion on May 29, 2013 18:01:26 GMT -8
For a moment in time, his body was frozen. Eyes captured by the delicate amethysts, hues that seemed to engulf his mind and fill him with the understanding that before him was a beauty as fragile as the finest china yet as enduring as the very stones her eyes bespoke. The soft features filling his vision, Ion couldn’t help but see every expression and their transition. Emotions spilling out as freely as her voice earlier, this girl was startled. Shy. Crushed. A mixture of confusion colouring his own eyes as a single tear traced the gentle curve of her cheek, Ion reached a hand out in comforting invitation. As his fingertips brushed the air between them, the wind began to pick up, growing, changing from a gentle playmate to a howling beast. Lashing the air between them with violent, whipping gusts, the mirrored surface she stood upon shattered. In the time it took to lift his hand, the illusion had been completely shattered, blossoms descending with deadened weight and the girl herself beginning to lose control of the mystical energies that moments ago she had held in close embrace.
Knowing this feeling of despair that seemed to fill the air between the two brilliantly lit navi’s, the taste was as tangible as the first time Ion had ever tasted it. The sharpness of another loss, the bitterness of one’s own past and the helplessness of being alone and never moving forward. Azure eyes flickering closed for a moment as the tang came quick to his tongue and the rawness of emotion filled him.
Eyes opening a second later, the young girl’s body had fully dropped into the choppy, rippled waters below. Concern coursing through his body, Ion took two dashing steps forward before diving forward and slicing through the water to the center of the lake where Phoebe had disappeared, gentle circles already wiped away at the winds whimsy. Not wasting a moment, Ion’s athletic form sunk beneath the surface, eyes bright with the dire situation, he caught sight of Phoebe’s unmoving form and dove further to catch her. The familiar tightness pressing against his chest as stale air screamed for escape, Ion’s hands found an arm and immediately began pulling her to the glassy surface above.
The water still frigid around them in the spring season did not distract Ion as he reached, gasping a deep breath of fresh air and pulling Phoebe alongside him as he returned to shore, always keeping her head above water. Sodden boots slapping against the soft soil surrounding the lake, Ion lifted the Maiden of Moonlight from the icy embrace of the water’s edge and carried her gently to the base of a large redwood, her lungs seeming to draw air naturally. Setting her down as gentle as he would a newborn, Ion glanced around for fuel for a fire. He had no cloak or jacket to offer her in the meantime but with the efficient grace of one familiar with the woods he had gathered a small pile of dry branches and larger fallen limbs.
Teeth beginning to chatter, Ion knew that the frail girl beside him would need warmth even more than himself, whose adrenaline continued to burn off the worst of the chills. Piling the small branches into a teepee, Ion’s eyes closed for a fraction of a second and a gentle candlelight flame flickered to life inside his palm. Placing it gently into the teepee the wood caught fire, an immediate relief as it permeated the air, filling it with the gentle caress of warmth and the earthy scents of the world around them. Sighing with the crackle of burning wood to punctuate the silence of the night, Ion finally sat down on the opposite side of the fire from the gentle woman with the mystic voice he had stumbled upon. Their faces bathed with golden light beneath the sharp silver of the moon above, Ion’s own scars seemed to dance with the shadows and light of the flames between them.
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Post by Kairi Kamiya on May 29, 2013 22:02:13 GMT -8
The chilling bite gave way as sudden unknown warmth crept into her heart, steadily pulsing through her veins. Chattering teeth ceased, no longer conducted by what seemed like a winter's wind. Amethysts slowly opened, focused to the world around her. Was deletion not her fate? Had her unspoken prayer been answered? Who would care enough...to save her?
Her gaze caught of the flickering light, the strong embers providing so much warmth but her pure heart skipped a beat at the Warrior across from her. Soaked to the bone himself, it was evident he was her hero...her angel. The Maiden's cheeks dusted with the powder from red roses at such a thought, but the fact was clear. White snow locks drenched, covering his aquamarines partially and his navy boots saturated with the liquid. He had no ill intent, no malicious thought, no cruel aim. He carried her delicately in safety's abode, ablazed the fire himself, despite the risks and dangers to his own health. He refused for deletion to be an option...her option.
Her heart swelled with such unknown emotion and peace rolled into one. Seeing her saviour, she could not help but heed the quiet beckoning within her rapidly beating heart to aid him. Bare feet grazing the soft emerald grass gently, kneeling by his side. Both bathed in so much light, from the golden flames to the silver shine; there was no need for the superior celestial body. With her small raised hand, shaking slightly, brushed his white snow to greet his aquamarines once more.
Her breathing froze, powerless under his gaze so close. Oh, how those eyes held her. True, there were hidden scars beneath those windows to his heart and soul, but perhaps it would be the Maiden's chance to rescue him...as he had for her. Only worry and wonder held within his wonderful heart; a treasure of a heart. Both still soaked in liquid and light, subject to the elements, the Moonlit Maiden placed her hand on the treasure, feeling it's beat within her hand while the other was placed on her own. The silver glow instantly engulfed them both, a soothing embrace. It was a glimpse of eternity in just that moment, but it was enough. Both no longer covered in the icy liquid, exposed and weak, the moonlight's touch died down. The Maiden's face holding such a soft sincere smile, her hands fell to her side. Her cheeks growing darker with each passing moment, hoping he was well and not going to reject her...hate her.
Without restraint, blood fell from her Angel's left arm, a nasty gash apparently there. Without hesitation, the Maiden unleashed spun silver from captivity, lose amethyst silk in her hands. Inching closer to the wound, very tenderly the girl wrapped the ribbon around his upper left arm, protecting the injury and wishing it a swift recovery. Finishing with a small bow, the Maiden's hand flew to the flowing ruby river, causing it to cease.
A couple of tears fell from amethysts, gazing once more at aquamarines, in pure gratitude hoping he would have some inkling of what words could not convey. That soft smile still remained, face still stained and heart still filled with emotion of peace and foreign joy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 18:07:43 GMT -8
The scene her stage, the mirror her platform, and nature there to witness it all.
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Post by Ion on Oct 10, 2013 21:55:58 GMT -8
With the gentle cadence of fire crackling between the two, Ion was startled when the slight form from the fae rose and delicately brushed the sodden hair from his eyes; aquamarine once again meeting amethyst with a striking impact that reverberated throughout his being. Breath catching in delight and tender care at the suddenness of her revival, Ion felt her place a petite hand upon his chest. Heart still pounding with the adrenaline of action, he could feel the silent strength of assurance held within her hand. Watching in silent wonderment as the silver seed blossomed between the two, embracing them in luminous light, Ion noticed his dripping hair rustle gently in the night breeze again; the pervading chill of icy clothes clinging to his skin banished in her care-filled exchange. Eternity engulfing them in a shared moment of moonlit reverie, Ion couldn’t help but be reminded of down drifting softly on summer air, of the fragile beauty of frost webbing water’s surface, of the resounding magnificence of springs first emerald buds.
Images and emotions running rampant in his mind as the very essence of the seconds stretched on, his smile was filled with gratitude and sincere care as she stemmed the flow from his arm with the maidens token of silk. Not having noticed the unsightly gash in his rush for fuel, for warmth, his cheeks flared crimson in embarrassment, eyes flickering down to trace the carelessly bent blades of grass at his side before returning to see a similar tint in her cheeks with an honest outpouring of gratitude tracing glimmering arcs over the light blush.
Breathe catching at the sight of her beautiful features illuminated with the watery reflection of moonlight and firelight, two embattled shades of silver and gold constantly shifted; playing across her face. Reaching up reflexively, Ion caught his hand mere millimeters from her face, hesitating for the slightest of seconds, he wicked the tears of gratitude from her cheeks and with an imperceptible nod, smiled with whole-hearted delight at this moment. Blue eyes reflecting the firelight with stunning clarity, Ion’s smile seemed to emanate from his very essence, a soulful smile unrestrained by the norms of regular life. It was then that a thought occurred to Ion, the calming cadence of the fire evoking the desire to share a moment more with the midnight dancer before the inevitable dawn came.
Rising to his feet slowly, body limber after the earlier work and supple from the warmth of the fire, Ion extended a hand to the maiden to help her rise and motioned in silence towards the other side of the tree that he had tucked her into. His silence was one of many parts, but the prevailing was out of sheer respect for the magnificence of the voice he had been graced with earlier. His own voice not being suited for the finest nuances of natures melody as hers was and he daren’t break the perfect mysticism of the night until she herself felt need to. His body language held no ill will as he motioned towards the shaded dark side of the tree, in fact a tangible excitement seemed to emanate from him. The air charged with puppy-like excitement, it was obvious Ion was interested in showing a discovery he had made earlier as he wandered the forest in harmony with the ebb and flow of shadows and moonlight.
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