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In the Shadow of October; (Before the 1st)
Topic Started: Dec 18 2009, 09:53 PM (39 Views)
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New season, new drama. XD

Amber rested on her bed, her ebony eyes locked to her ceiling and her mind devoid of thought. In her arms, she squeezed a plush cutie of a rag doll that bore a resemblance to her choice in fashion, her finger twirling the doll’s red laced ribbons and flounced ruffles. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken by muffled conversation of noisy young students stampeding the dorm hall. Normally, she would not even be in her room, taking to the night instead, treading the forest or finding some peace on the school rooftop.

None of those activities would help her tonight.

The familiar feelings of loathing, of emptiness, of a sadness locked away where it could not be reached - they all were gathering for the ritual that belonged to all. The eve of a day of joy, a day of celebration of a life ingrained into the cycle of life, death and rebirth. It returns yearly to serve as reminder of the miracle within the mundane.

No, to her it was none of those wondrous sentiments for it would actually mean that there was a positive somewhere. It returned every year to remind her that she is a tool of fate, a weapon for the picking, an admonition of her cursed bloodline and all whom it affects. The eve of October first was the hardest day on Amber Ramius and it had always been that difficult to face. Every year pushed her a little closer to the dim future that she mused about with significant souls, a tunnel without a visible light waiting at the end. Every year, the haunts of the past returned to condemn her actions, to fall before her as morbid relics of a far away past. No matter how far it would feel, they always came back and whisper.

That is why no one knew the year of her birth. Not even the closest of her friends knew it was the eve of her birthday - this way it was much more bearable. The hordes of negative emotions that threatened to rush through her were easier to bear alone than to convey to others. She could never push that on any of them, it was far too poisonous. One long ago had tried but grew conflicted until unbearable...drowned. Now that one was little more than a distant shadow lost to time and existence itself.

Amber curls up and shuffles her gaze toward the wall. In her periphery, she could see the Aeon glimmering in the waning moonlight, inviting and friendly in comparison to her own thoughts.

Maybe Mazohyst would be up to random campus wandering again.
Maybe Akai was still wake, unable to sleep and dream.
Maybe Emerald would be up for a friendly chat.


As much as she may have wanted to, her hand never moves to the Aeon. Her dark eyes watches, waits, contemplates, her hand twitches as if she changed her mind. Amber closes her eyes and sighs soft.

All she had to do was hold on for one day, let it pass...
And it would be over, move on.
Bear it a little longer.

A kind whisper from the edge of a dream: “Goodnight."
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