Sky Moonflow

[FONT="Century Gothic"][B][SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]So, it has been a very long time since I have posted anything. I like to think that my writing has improved in my absence. Included in this post are three different stories that I have done. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][/FONT] [FONT="Comic Sans MS"][B]This particular piece was done after a round of role-playing with a friend. We were at a point in our story where they were discussing their memories and one of the characters was describing one of their past relationships. He did not go very far into the story and because of that, it sparked something within me. So, I began to write and this came of it.[/B][/FONT] [FONT="Garamond"][CENTER][B]Cracking[/B][/CENTER] It?s been more than a long time since he?s seen that shadow on the ground. But he knows every contour, every detail, because it?s the shadow that?s been etched upon his heart. So he knows that this isn?t it. It doesn?t keep him from remembering when it was, though. [I]I love you[/I] hangs in the air like a forgotten scent. The scent of a dried Victorian rose in his mother?s vase, years ago. The Victorian rose that reminds him of himself?his heart. His broken heart. [I]I love you[/I] is still there. It doesn?t show much. The empty park is filled with remnants of when it did. The tree under which they?d kissed the first and last times. The playground, the simple pond that didn?t play any role but was somehow etched into what had become broken. His broken heart. Walking a hairline could only last so long. The shadows stay frozen, immobile. Something is cracking inside him, but by now he is numb. The sun is blinding him. He doesn?t notice, lost in what he had thought he had forgotten. What he had tried to forget. His broken heart. He can?t help but play through his mind the simple movements of sitting on the swings. The park is a kind figure, simply wondering where he?d disappeared to. But it asks about the other. The shadow now cast in despair by the aging willow. The man who had laughed, who had cried, who had tenderly held the one who now sits on the swing set, alone, missing strong arms around him and the whisper in his ear, [I]I love you.[/I] And now he feels a tear slowly trembling at the edge of his eye, now it slips down silently, to be followed by none. A solitary tear. A solitary name. And the shadow still resembles the one from many years before. He can?t bring himself to look away. Coming to terms with emotions never gets easier. He still loves, even if his love is slowly killing him. The willow reaches out to brush his cheek, stopping halfway, like he used to do. But no low whisper calls his name. No [I]I love you[/I] is in his ear, save the old-rose scent of the last one, the last innocent butterfly kiss. Innocence cannot last forever. Spring turns to hot angry summer, and dies with the autumn leaves. Winter has taken his heart into it, numbing where it was stepped on for lack of the healing of spring. Winter is kind, trying to take away the pain. But no amount of numbness can banish the memory of spring, no cold can completely freeze the blossoming vine of love. And pain. And grief. Passion is left far behind. Passion was summer and rage, summer and lust, summer and then autumn cracked what was left behind. What dried in the sun. The park is damp from recent rain, but a valiant sun tries to warm it. He wants to cry out, wants to fall, wants to be saved from the memories by their object. But their object cannot, and it is treason to wish him to save what has been ravaged by the seasons. His broken heart. The sun finally gives up, obscured by a passing cloud. And his head slips into his hands, and the tears do not flee, but stay hidden where it is safe. [/FONT] [FONT="Comic Sans MS"][B]This second one was done the hour I had between classes one day. It felt a bit rushed as I was trying to get the words down before they managed to escape. When I went back to look at it later in the day, I realized that it actually turned out pretty well.[/B][/FONT] [FONT="Garamond"][B][CENTER]Love[/CENTER][/B] You love him. You love him even though he smokes, and you don?t like smokers. He makes a point about not lighting up around you, not kissing you when he?s just had a smoke, about taking off his smoke-scented jacket before he lets you hug him. It would break you, and he knows it. And as much as it scares you when your lungs freeze up and your throat swells shut and your heart races in your chest, slamming against your ribs in a rapid tempo that is so fast, too fast and oh god, oh god, you can?t breathe oh god!?you know it scares him more. You are his world, always have been and always will be. He doesn?t want you to break, doesn?t want your lungs to freeze and your throat to swell and your heart to race. He loves you. He loves you even though he really shouldn?t, after all, what you are doing is a sin in the eyes of the lord. That?s what you?re told, anyway. That?s what God said, or so they say. You?re not sure what you think, though. As much as the idea of hell?eternal fire, burning you alive, killing you over and over again, just to resurrect you and kill you again?scares you, the idea of life without him?lonely, lonely life, without the music, without[I] ?Jeremy and Adrian 4eva? [/I]scrawled on frosty windowpanes, without a[I] chance[/I] for Jeremy and Adrian to [I]have[/I] forever?scares you more. You?d give up heaven, you know you would. He [I]is[/I] your heaven, and as long as you have him, you can face hell. You love him. You love him even though he doesn?t love himself, even though he cannot love himself. He makes a point about not shooting up in front of you, not making you an accomplice to his sins by letting you see what he?s shooting up?he?s always done that, hidden his sins away from you. He knows you don?t approve, that you worry about him every single time. He doesn?t understand that you?re scared shitless every time he disappears for a little time alone with his demons, and [I]that?s[/I] why you scream and rage and yell and cry every time he comes back, eyes blood-shot and dilated, veins bulging and blue, trembling and stumbling. You love him and he cannot love himself. He loves you. He loves you even though he?s afraid to love you, is scared to touch you. You are pure, to him, too pure. He?s afraid that he might sully your purity with his stained hands, afraid to dirty you with his sins and his drug-nightmare-pain-stained hands. You deserve to be happy, he thinks. You are special, something set apart from this sordid life. At least, that?s how it is in his eyes. You want him to understand that no, that?s not true, that it?ll never be true, that your happiness is him, but he just doesn?t get it. And somehow, that breaks your heart. You love him. He loves you, and you love him. Neither of you really gets this, and you?re constantly working at odd with one another. But when the night closes in around you and the wind whistles past your window, you know he will be there, warm, solid, real, there. And when he shakes and shivers and cannot remember which way is up and which way is down, the one thing he is sure of is that you love him and that you will be there. You love him and he loves you and everything?s okay with the world. And the little words scrawled on the frosty glass of your bedroom window when you were four are true. [I][CENTER]Jeremy and Adrian forever.[/CENTER][/I] And maybe they?ll be true forever. Jeremy loves Adrian and Adrian loves Jeremy, and all?s right in the world. And you love him and he loves you and everything?s okay. And when little words join those already scrawled in the glass, even though you?re twenty-four now, maybe they?ll still be true. [CENTER][I] Jeremy loves Adrian. Adrian loves Jeremy.[/I][/CENTER][/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]This final piece was the direct result of another late night role-playing session. I had hoped to be able to tell it through two of my character's eyes, seeing as they had similar thoughts on this one subject. [/FONT][/B] [FONT="Garamond"][B][CENTER]Scared [/CENTER][/B] [B]It's kind of funny isn't it? The way things seem to work out? I mean, you try and plan for them but then all it takes is for something so small to change and it throws everything off balance. You find yourself scrambling to find your footing and it scares you.[/B] [I]You have no idea what you are going into now. There are so many possibilities that you have to try and factor in..but then it just confuses you. You lose yourself in the endless calculations and you end up having to start all over. You so desperately want them to understand, but the words just do not make any sense. They come out all jumbled and wrong and they get you into trouble. You will try and explain but they do not believe you. You ask them if they are okay...and they say yes. But you know they are not...and you will not say anything.[/I] [B]So you just go on with it. You take their word even if you can feel it tearing at your chest like a ravenous beast. You want to so desperately say something, anything. But you get scared 'cause you know it won't come out right and it would just make things worse. You can spend your whole life trying to think of ways to make that person feel just the smallest bit better and when you think you made some sort of progress, you say something so horrible. Like it's hardwired in your brain or something. And you can't even begin to apologize because then you might make it worse. It's really hard trying to make things work when you think like that. And then they'll ask you if anything is wrong...[/B] [I]So you lie. You say everything is fine. Even though you really want to tell them everything, you are afraid. Now, you sit there. You look at them and they look at you. Your words are stuck in your throat and you can not even manage a smile. Any movement at all would seem like it would be wrong somehow. False. You hate that silence.[/I] [B]It just makes everything seem a whole lot worse. You can just feel the unspoken words and they're slamming against you, pulling you under. Like a small boat in the ocean. You toss with the waves, trying to stay up. Then a giant wave comes and takes you down and you just can't get back up again. You're drowning in those words. The silence presses in all around you, it's cold dark fingers curling themselves around your heart, threatening to squeeze tightly till it bursts. And you're just so-[/B] [I]-scared. So you run and you hide away. It is kind of funny is it not? The way things seem to work out?[/I][/FONT] [B][FONT="Century Gothic"][COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="1"]Comments are welcomed. ~Sky[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/B]

Okay. I'm looking for someone to make me a banner and avi set. I'll try to be as specific as possible. Avi - Red Rose. Any dark background. 'Live To Love' Banner - Something sorta like a rose garden of any color. Black background. 'He loves me. He loves me not.' Thanks a lot in advance.

[color=DarkRed]This is a story that me and another good friend of mine are working on. I ask you to please bear with us for each part takes a while to write because my friend is currently moving. Please enjoy.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]Me (Edward)[/color] [color=Purple]My Friend (Aeolus)[/color] [color=DarkRed]Part One -----------[/color] [color=DarkGreen][i][b]So you see, life seems to have this very wonderful sense of humor. You think you're life is going great and that things couldn't possibly go wrong...and then you get smacked in the face. Somedays...I think it might just be easier to die. [/b] [/i] Edward sighed and set his pencil back onto the desktop. He zipped his jacket up and tucked his toes into the cuffs of his jeans. It was freezing and the heater had gone out in his room earlier this morning. If this wasn't a sign of a bad day then he didn't know what was. The wind blew again and the cold air slipped in through the cracks in the window. His mother wouldn't be home for a few more hours so he was out of luck with his heater. He rubbed his stomach as it started to growl. "Great," he mummbled. "One more thing to worry about."[/color] [color=Purple]Aeolus alighted on the bed beside him. He crossed over through time, through nothingness and life, to reach him. He appeared in the rush of a warm breeze, materializing as a breath of mist taking shape and growing color to fill the paleness of his thin cheekbones, to bring out the wintry grayness of his eyes, and long auburn-gold hair. He sighed and folded the thin, fading imagine of his white wings. He was still not whole. He would never be whole, but he was there enough to lay a windy hand on Edward's shoulder. [i]"My Edward, don't fret. I do not like to see you frown," [/i] Aeolus said with a tenderness that brushed at the cold wind and warmed it throughout the room.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]"Oh yes, let's not forget the other bad day expierence. My imagination here." Edward moved himself and the chair a little farther from the bed and glared at the misty image. He had told himself several times that Aeolus was not real and he would be gone soon enough. It took him several moments to notice the temperature difference. "Wow, I guess you can do something useful." He brushed his black hair away from his face and stood up gently from the chair. Edward limped slightly over towards the bed and sat down. "What's new Aeolus?"[/color] [color=Purple][i]"Will you always refer to me as your imagination? I'm far more than that, Edward." [/i] Aeolus found humor and disappointment in Edward's stubborn demeanor when directed towards his existance. In his own time then. Aeolus was counting it, and trusting that in Edward's own time he'd find life in him. Some sort of life. His image drifted more into sight. He was weakly transparent, his wings faded to a light gust, but there now. Aeolus smiled up at Edward in a friendly attempt to ease him. [i]"I have been here a while with you, Edward. My new, is your new," [/i] he breathed, continuing to smile softly. He slept in Edward's eyes and gazed outside at the world as he went about his day. He communed with Edward, though he could not feel it.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]Edward took a glance around his cramped room and sighed with defeat. He might as well enjoy what 'company' he had for now. "Ya know, there are several things you could do that would be wonderful. Like fixing the heater...or fixing my ankle." He sighed and reach down to remove the brace that was starting to cut of the circulation to his ankle. "But I'm not worried. I think what's good for now is just for you to sit there and talk to me."[/color] [color=Purple]Aeolus smiled, understanding Edward's needs.[i] "Edward," [/i] he said softly, [i]"I cannot be responsible for fixing problems. Then you would rely on me too heavily. However, I can help make things better for you." [/i] Aeolus sat up and folded his legs under him. [i]"Come here." [/i] He paused and motioned to the bed. [i]"Let me see your ankle."[/i][/color] [color=DarkGreen]Edward pushed himself farther back into one of the corners of his room. His body froze as a sudden pulse of pain shot up his leg from the sudden movement. A string of curses slipped past his lips as fumbled around blindly for his medicine. He grabbed the small bottle and pulled the top away with his teeth and swallowed two or three pills. "Okay, remind me not to do that again." He gave a forced chuckle and rubbed his ankle gently. "It's fine. You don't have to do anything. Really is my fault that my ankle is like this." Edward grinned and held up his foot for Aeolus to see. "It will heal, not much my you could do anyway." He wiggled his toes and gently set his foot back on the floor.[/color] [color=Purple][i]"I disagree, but I won't force you. You seem frightened. I wouldn't hurt you, Edward."[/i] Not that he could. Aeolus alone spoke to Edward through his mind. Aeolus' lips moved, but the words surfaced clearly in Edward's consciousness. He was capable was simple, light-pressure touches, but he was not tangible. Aeolus just hoped soon Edward would believe such things. He had been with him for a few years, secret and resting behind his eyes and within his subconscious. He had first awakened to Edward's thoughts of suicide, whether subtle or outloud. And now he stayed, though Edward refused to trust him.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]"Aeolus, honestly...I've got nothing against you but, my problems are my own." Edward shivered and drew his jacket tighter against himself. Even with the warmth that Aeolus had brought with him, he was still cold. He gently pressed his index finger against his cheek to see how numb it was. It wasn't as bad as earlier, or maybe he had lost the feeling in his fingers now. He tipped his head to the side and gave Aeolus a small grin. "Hey, can I see your wings again?"[/color] [color=Purple][i]"Would you like that, Edward?" [/i] It occured to Aeolus that mortals had a strange fascination with wings and winged creatures. He wasn't certain as to what led the curiosity, but it left him amused and even slightly flustered. It was his own indulgment. He was a winged creature. Edward could be fascinated with him also. Aeolus stretched out along the bed, leveling himself on all fours, arching his back. He allowed a gusty breeze bring about the mirage of his wings. The image filled out slowly with the sinuating air until it matched his body's light transparency. [i]"Is this interesting?"[/i] he asked, stretching his wings. They were wide. He ruffled his feathers. The bone inside was delicate and held an elegant curve. He liked that Edward seemed curious about him in some sense.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]Edward stood up slowly but still leaned heavily on the wall for support. He traced the outline of the wings with his eyes and hummed softly to himself. Even with all the pictures of Angels in the books at the library, they never came close to what he saw before him. People said that Angels were God's servants, but what did that mean to someone who didn't believe in God? If God wasn't real, then Angel's weren't either. It was simple but someone once said that seeing is believing. "Interesting..." Edward took a deep breath and steadied himself on his one foot. "It's more like unbelieveable. Just seeing them, makes me want to believe again.."[/color] [color=Purple][i]"Perhaps you should then. You wouldn't lose anything, would you? Only something to gain." [/i] Edward had already expressed his views revolving around Aeolus being "unbelievable" as he said. He constantly called him his imagination. It wasn't flattering, but Edward still put forth the effort to willingly speak with him. That was something. Aeolus had the feeling that if he were a little more opaque, Edward would believe a little more. Sometimes Aeolus himself felt like a mirage. Perhaps he was a being of one's imagination, yet still he was able to feel and touch and protect, and even think for himself. That was good enough for him. Aeolus sat up on his knees and turned his back to Edward. [i]"You can touch me, Edward." [/i] He could. The contact would be brief, and it would repel the sense of touching thick, thick air before his fingers bled through, but he could still feel him. He raised his wings, pressed them together, then allowed them to slowly fan out again, inviting Edward closer if he would. [/color][color=DarkGreen]Edward limped the short distance from where he stood to his bed and sat down on the edge. He held out his hand and reach for the wings that were just infront of him. If they were real then maybe, things might get better. He pressed his fingers forward and for a moment he could feel something like bird's feathers before his fingers passed through nothing. He gasped and pulled his hand back against his chest. He shut his eyes and shook his head, trying to dismiss what had just happened from his mind. Aeolus couldn't be real, this wasn't making any sense. If he was real than what else could have been real. "Aeolus..." Edward glanced back down at his hand and up to his back. He wondered that if he tried to touch his hair, or his face...would he feel something there as well.[/color] [color=Purple]Aeolus peered back at him and flashed a tender smile. He had felt Edward's touch. It was nice that Edward granted them both such contact. It meant he was beginning to trust and understand. Aeolus heard Edward's uncertainty when he then opened his mouth and uttered his name. Aeolus folded his wings and pulled them close to his body, and turned to face the boy. [i]"How did it feel, Edward?" [/i] he asked, just to allow Edward to come to terms with his existance. He held out a pale, slender hand to him. "[i]May I touch you now?"[/i][/color] [color=DarkGreen]Edward glanced down at the pale hand and shuddered, either from cold or fear, he didn't know. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, wondering if Aeolus would feel the cold. "So I guess you're here but not really. Like, only a part of you is here and that's what I'm seeing..." Edward massaged his temples and glared at the angel. "This is really not helping your case." He sighed and leaned back against the wall. Aeolus wanted to touch him, and he was slightly curious. Would he feel to Aeolus like what he felt when he touched him...or would he actually feel solid. "Alright..."[/color] [color=Purple]It wasn't as meaningful to Aeolus for simple touch, as it was for Edward. He hoped by these means, he could sway his mind and judgement. Together, they could be a lot more if there was a bond. Other than moral obligation on his part. He couldn't pull away from Edward's life force even if he wanted. He was bound here by some omnipotent force that kept them close. Duty was all the explanation he got when he searched his mind at night, while Edward slept unpeacefully and he himself dwelled quietly in his body, easing his nerves. Aeolus moved forward, slowly, one hand outstretched. He would be able to feel Edward like a weight in his palm, but no sensation other than that. He wasn't able to distinguish between hot or cold, rough or smooth, just tangible weight. So when his palm smoothed over his cheek, it didn't surprise him that all he felt was Edward's solid figure, and the slight curve of it that fit nicely into his hand. The feeling was slowly ebbing, and then he bled through warmly. He pulled back. [i]"See? I'm not so bad."[/i][/color] [color=DarkGreen]Edward pushed himself as far back against the wall as he could. He wasn't entirely sure if Aeolus could feel anything but the warmth that radiated from his hand burned his cheek. He took several deep breaths and buried his face in his arms. The pain was fading now but that wasn't what had made him recoil. The sudden shock of warmth after all the cold was to much for his body and nearly caused him to freeze up completely. "Aeo-Aeolus, never agian. Please...don't touch me again." He rubbed his face against his the sleeve of his jacket to try and wipe away the tears. Edward pulled his jacket around him tighter and peeked up at Aeolus.[/color] [color=Purple]Aeolus smiled at Edward's wandering, wet eyes as he peered back up. [i]"I apologize, Edward. Never again, if it makes you uncomfortable." [/i] Carefully he recoiled his wings and let them disperse in a drift of air until there was nothing. He retained his peace and tried to remain comforting for him. [i]"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." [/i] But Edward had felt him, perhaps one day he would become curious again and come back to the idea. The world revolved in a circle, and people seemed to instinctually move in circles as well. However, most were not aware of it. People came full circle, and ended up where they began, always, in the end.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]"I don't get it..." Edward slowly sat back up and studied Aeolus once again. "How come when I touched you...it was plesant, but when you touched me...it burned..." He bit his lip and wiped his eyes once again. It had confused him and he hated feeling so stupid. He didn't like not understanding things, somehow things always worked better when he knew what was happening. "Why aren't you more solid...maybe if you were...it wouldn't burn..." He was trying to piece together some things in his head but it was just getting him more confused. Life just didn't make sense when you were talking to something that you had imagined...or had he? "What if...what if you are real..."[/color] [color=Purple]Aeolus continued to smile. He raised his arms and spread them, glancing at their length. [i]"I am real, Edward. You can feel me, can't you? But then again...there are many definitions...for real. Your emotions, the way to feel...you can't exactly touch those, can you? But they're real. The wind. You can feel it, but you can't see it. Still, it's real. I'm real too. I'm a part of you, Edward." [/i] Aeolus dropped his hands to his side. [i]"Does that make sense?" [/i] Truthfully, he didn't know why it "burned" when he touched Edward. Perhaps the touch had just been too intense for his skin. From a supernatural being to a mortal, the touch might have singed due to sharp forces within time. [i]"But I love you, Edward. You believe me, don't you?" [/i] Aeolus smiled. "[i]I'm here to take care of you."[/i][/color] [color=DarkGreen]"It..it makes sense." Edward gave a weak smile and stretched out his injured leg. It was starting to cramp up from being in one position for so long. He gazed sadly at his ankle as he thought about what Aeolus had said. He was here to take care of him...but he had tried to kill himself three times. How hard was it to help someone who wanted so badly to die? His recent suicide attempt was why he was home right now, they had forbade him from returning to classes till he got his mind in order. If only they could see him now, talking to an angel...yeah, that would go over well. He need a hug badly right now but was aware that Aeolus wouldn't be of much help with that. Edward froze as the rest of his earlier sentence fell into place. "You...you love me?"[/color] [color=Purple]Aeolus' smile brightened. [i]"You're my boy, Edward. Of course I love you. You're a good boy as well. You're simply running yourself a little lost. I'm here to help you, so you won't have to live with these feelings anymore. It doesn't have to be this way, Edward." [/i] Aeolus stood up. He didn't touch mortal ground. He came close, but never exactly touched. His air competed with earth's and allowed him to swiftly glide if he liked. Or he could lift himself in flight with his wings if he wanted. However, they were wide, and he could still knock things from their place with the wind or brief contact he was capable of. And maybe, Edward would grow used to his conscious presence. Aeolus was able to dwell within Edward because it was his obligation and duty to be with him. But if they created a bond of conscious trust together, perhaps Edward's body would accept his touches from their seperate existences.[/color] [color=DarkOliveGreen]"I wish," Edward hesitated for a moment. "I wish that when I touched you that my hand didn't fall through and that you didn't burn me. I just...I just really need something real right now and I guess you're as close as I'm going to get." A pain had settled in his chest and he recognized the pain from before. He always felt this before he was about to do something stupid and most likely hurt himslelf. This time though, it was a different kind of pain. It reach deeper and was more of a pulsing pain than stabing pain. He pushed himself forward so that he was leaning on one knee and held out a hand towards Aeolus. "Please..." [/color][color=Purple]When Edward had touched him, it had been his own choice. But when Aeolus had touched him in return, he hadn't been entirely certain of himself, or Aeolus. One touch was consensual, one wasn't. One was pleasant. One singed. The one without trust and certainty. The touches were brief. Neither were sure where they stood with one another. Their touches were as their trust. Misty and faded. However, Edward seemed to be offering him another chance. Trusting? Perhaps. Aeolus smiled. He knew he trusted Edward, which allowed their touches to be as solid as they were already. But without Edward, the major portion of his existence, the touches could be nothing but soft and transparent. So he reached out this time, feeling Edward's hurt and answering to it with a light touch. He slipped his palm over Edward's outstretched hand. He watched his eyes and smiled. His hand stayed over Edward's. He felt his skin. He didn't bleed through. [i]"I love you, Edward,"[/i] he said, overcome by Edward's emotions and smiling comfortingly through them, warming the cold and tending the ache. [i]"You have nothing to fear now. I'm here for you."[/i][/color] [color=DarkGreen]Edward looked at their entertwined hands in amazement. Aeolus was solid now, he was there and he could touch him. It didn't burn, there was no pain...only a warmth that seemed to be crawling slowly through him. He had nothing to fear...if only he could really believe that. He was still afraid that Aeolus would go away, that he would wake tomorrow and be alone. Edward did believe that he was real but, there was still no gaurantee that he would stay here. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. It didn't matter, all that counted was that Aeolus was here right now and that he was real to him. He still didn't believe in God or Angels but, this was something different. Edward tugged on his hand to pull himself up off the bed and he swayed a bit on his foot. He let himself fall forward and against his chest, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you too..."[/color] [color=Purple]Aeolus smiled, and returned Edward's embrace to hold him steady. He folded his arms around him and held sweetly. It was something of a flutter of delight knowing that Edward trusted him now. Their contact was enough. He wasn't opaque, but they could touch. Aeolus brought about his wings. He folded them around Edward and touched the small of his back with them. Aeolus was fascinated further by his sense of scent when it pretained to Edward. He could scent his hair, the salty oils of his skin, his clothing's fabric. Aeolus pressed his face against Edward's temple, enjoying the close contact. Then he raised his wings and lifted Edward onto the bed. Aeolus crawled out beside him. He reached out to his ankle. [i]"I can make it feel better. For a short time. Would you like that?" [/i] He could heal it as well, but he wasn't suppose to do that. Edward would rely on him for all minor injuries. But he could act as a temporary soother.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]Edward drew his ankle towards him and shook his head sadly. This was his punishment and he was going to take it like he should. The doctors admitted that he might have a hard time walking with it but it would still be useable. He had jumped. He didn't know if he wasn't high enough or what but, the only thing that happened was that he landed hard and his ankle twisted beneath him. "It's okay, it really dosen't hurt that bad. It will heal in time." He took Aeolus hand and placed it lightly over his ankle to let him feel the damage. "See, they had said that I broke nearly all the bones in my foot and a few in my ankle. They said that it's a miracle that I'll be able to use it at all." He grinned and squeezed Aeolus's hand once before letting his head fall back against the wall.[/color] [color=Purple][i]"You're a peculiar one, Edward,"[/i] Aeolus commented lightheartedly. [i]"However, I cannot shake the fact that you feel the need to punish yourself." [/i] He glanced up and smiled, rubbing his hand along Edward's foot. "[i]You deserve to relax." [/i] Edward was his boy, and his responsibility. He didn't enjoy the hard feelings he held for himself. That's what had awakened him in the beginning. Aeolus supposed that everyone had their guardians. It was simply a matter of when they felt the urgent need to appear and aid their mortals from the outside. Everyone was guided on the inside by their guardians. Some people called it instinct. Some called it intuition. However, when that didn't amount to enough, the angels were awakened and allowed out for their humans. Aeolus had been responsible for the refrained injury of Edward's jump. [/color] [color=DarkGreen]He rubbed his ankle softly, and allowed a small amount of warmth to tend to the tendons, and soothe the ache. Tears came to his eyes and he turned his head away. There was no pain, if nothing else it felt better. He guessed that there were some days when things just never go right. He had had so many of those days and they each took a small part out of him. He had never had anyone to talk to, except for the little voice in his head. Everyone had something to believe in but for so long he didn't have anything. The world was dark and cold, just like today. He had wanted out, he had wanted to see the color that always lurked on the edges of his vision. Then Aeolus had shown up, and some of that color was brought closer. Not everything was black and white, there were some greys and blues and reds... Edward reach over and pulled himself closer to Aeolus. He buried his head in his shoulder and let the tears come that he had been saving for years. [/color] [color=Purple]There were strange boundaries that came with being a mortal's guardian. If and when they were awakened, they were only visible to their human's eyes. However, that excluded other angels lurking outside of their human's. They were allowed to view each other, but mortals moved on blissfully unaware. Yes, they sensed the stranger's angels. Perhaps as a tingle on the back of their neck, and somes in a more complicated sense of déjà vu. Yet, when Aeolus searched the deepest part of memory, he couldn't determine when exactly he had come to be with Edward. His farthest memory was waking to Edward's urge to sob, and feeling his essence. How had he gotten there? Who determined who went where? Did he have a life once also? If so, he remembered nothing of it. Instead, he held Edward while feeling his heart pound, listening to its rhythm in his mind's eye. He stroked his hair and encouraged him in his cries. [i]"All's well, Edward," [/i] he said quietly, brushing his cheek against the crown of his head.[/color] [color=DarkGreen]His sobs stopped any words that he wished to say but it didn't matter anyway. Honestly, he really didn't think there was anything he could say at this point that would make any sense. The tears would clear his head and allow him to think clearly. He also hoped that they would lessen the pain that he felt. Edward took a few deep breaths to try and get his sobs under control. The tears were still coming but they no longer shook his entire body. He still held onto Aeolus as he settled back down. He felt a bit odd for having cried like that, it made him feel like he was a child agian. "Aeolus...I don't usually...do that...I...I'm sorry." [color=Red][size=1]Sky Moonflow, unfortunately OB does not allow double posting, so I have edited all 3 parts into one post. I can see that you were making a post for each chapter, however in future you will need to fit everything into one post, or wait for someone else to reply. If you need to add more to your original post, just hit the 'edit' button on the bottom left of your post. ^.~ If you have any questions, feel free to PM me. -- Lady Asphyxia, the friendly neighbourhood moderator.[/size][/color] [/color]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][FONT=Comic Sans MS]I was taking a lot of deep breaths as they were leading me down this seemingly endless hallway. Everything was so sterlie and white...like a hospital, and I hated hospitals. When I had first came here they immideatly made me change into a pair of grey sweats, and disposed of my old clothes. I continued down the hallway, a guard on each side of me, while I clutched tightly to the little leather bound journal and a small pack of pens that I was alowed to have with me. After a while we had reach the end of the hallway and they began to unlock one of the doors. They threw the door open, obviously startling someone because I could hear the 'thump' of a human mass colliding painfully with the floor. The gaurds just shoved me inside and quickly locked the door and simply left. I gazed quietly at the girl on the floor until she finally looked towards me. I must have given a slight jolt because she didn't try and come near me. After a long time of us just standing there in silence I finally found my voice. "H...hi.." I couldn't believe how uncertain I sounded, "I'm Deimonica Wolfe..."[/FONT][/COLOR]

Now that they were all together, they might stand a chance against whatever was out there. The buildings that they passed were all the same, and everything was still envelpoed in this errie silence. A soft clicking noise was heard as they stopped to rest...it sounded as if someone was coming towards them. Flare's ears twitched slightly as she quickly looked around, everything was as it should be... She heard Toki ghasp and she immediately looked infront of her. Flare stared in shock at their friend Damien...he was dead, they had all been to the funeral...but here he was, as if nothing had ever happened. "Damien?" She mananged to choke out after a long silence. Damien pulled out a long sword as his eyes began to turn pure white. He rushed towards them... OOC: I'll be more helpful as I figure out where I should take this...any questions, pm me or message me on yahoo or aol.

Flare sighed in fustration as they continued down the street. The other two had to be around somewhere, but it just seemed like they were getting more and more lost. Every street looked the same as did every single building they passed. They continued on and on until finally Locke stopped in the middle of the road. "Umm...Locke, can we please keep moving." Flare was a bit annoyed. "Would love to, but I think one of our friends is coming our way." They all looked up towards where Locke was pointing and the fact that a black and white something was coming rapidly towards them. The figure landed not to far infront of them and just kinda stood there.... "B..Brian?!" Toki was the first to break the long silence. The man nodded his head slightly and just gave them all odd stares. "Oh...yea..right!" Flare was a bit unsteady now. "Yea, I'm now Flare, this is Bear, Locke, and Toki. Guess we were more familliar as Rubie, Sergei, Drake, and Reis..." OOC: Short...but I'm like super tired!

How is it that I came to be singing meh song and come across this thread? Maybe it has to do with me being up way to early...but here's my shot at this. [COLOR=Navy][FONT=Comic Sans MS][B]Hate Me - Blue October[/B] [PG-13] [URL=http://www.lyrics007.com/Blue%20October%20Lyrics/Hate%20Me%20Lyrics.html]Lyrics[/URL] She slammed her already bloodied fist into the wall beside his head. Her eyes burning with a rage that had never seemed to quiet down. Unlike his eyes, which were a calm blue that always tried to quiet the roaring red rage. A bruise was already forming around his eye and blood slid quietly down his face from the wound above his other eye. Her breathing was labored as his was still even. Sobs began to escape as tears slowly make a path down her pale face. The fist near his head slipped quietly to her side as she started at him with her crimson eyes. He pulled her into a gentle hug even as she tried to push him away. "Why!" She screamed into his chest as she started to claw at his back. His silence only seemed to further her rage, but was quickly turned to tears. "Why...why do you have to be so loving. I don't want your pity...I don't want your feelings of love and apperciation. I've hurt you so much..I've absued you! Why..why won't you hate me!" Some of her words were drowned out by her sobs but he could still understand. He continued to hold her close as her breathing became more calm and her fury turned into a small fire that would remain till something else set it off. They both slid to the floor as tears fell from his eyes...not in pain, but in relief. [/FONT] [/COLOR]

Flare's ears twitched as the sound of loud footfalls began to come into her area. She crouched low behind some bushes and waited for the person or creature that belonged to that sound to come closer. Her eyes narrowed as the creature finally came into view, it was a massive bulk of what looked like a man. She lunged out of the bushes with her claws extended and dug them into the creatures arm. Quickly, she was thrown to the ground like a rag doll and was laying in the shadow of this creature. She bared her fangs and a low growl emitted from her throat. As the creature got closer she drew in a sharp breath. This thing was no monster, it was one of her friends. "Se...Sergei?" Her voice sounded a bit rough and animal-like. He shook his head and spoke in a deep voice "I'm bear now. Aren't...uh...weren't you Rubie?" Flare stood back up on two feet and took the hulking mass in, this was a bit hard to belive that it used to be little Sergei. "Was Rubie...just call me Flare now Ser..Bear. What happened to you?" "Don't know.." She shook her head and started walking back down the street. "Come on! Let's see if there's anyone else!"

"We're just lab rats..pawns in their twisted game of fantasty. They slowly force us against one another and watch us go at each other...killing one by one till only one is left. They kill that one too...they kill us all down here. One by one...till we're all gone.." "It's a harsh life out here, it's their world...they created it. We're just the players in a game that was to be left alone. They gave us what we wanted when we first started...but now..everying has been taken away. Our world is just a nightmare...and we won't ever wake up." The Separation Game... Earth...it was just a giant playing field for higher forces. Everything was fine when no one questioned the laws that were made before they were born. Everyone followed the same patteren that was made for them before they even had a choice. People lived and people died...everything happened for a reason...no one ever asked why. Life goes on and on this way for so many years...a never ending game of pretend. Wars rage through our country and we don't ask any questions. Disease, death, life, war, peace, hope....faith. The world is fine for so many years...until a little while ago. A teenager was killed in a tragic accident, or atleast that is what everyone was told. Damien Heller had been a friend to few, but loyal to them all the same. One day, a day that was just like any other...a question had been formed. "Why is everything taken so readily, it's like no one cares if things happen...they just keep going on..no emotions. It creeps me out, my cousin died just last week and my parents didn't even shed a tear! It's startin' to make me wonder...if there's something more going on than what we can see." A week went by...and then he died. Him and his mother were driving to school on morning when a truck just slammed into them and knocked them off the side of the bridge...his mother came away with only a few scratches...but Damien had been killed instantly. The ones he had been in contact with the week before weren't willing to accept this as just another accident. They to began to question this world that they lived in. All their questions were soon to be answered. Those five friends of Damine Heller woke up one day to a world that wasn't their own...they weren't themselves at all. They were part of the game they never wanted to play. ~!~ Players Sky Moonflow - Rubie Sparrow - Flare Leon Fury - Brian Walker - Alex Red 6 - Sergei Kastitsyn - Bear DaSilva - Drake White - Locke Guardian Angel - Mitsuki Shuro - Misha Master of Death - Reis Hikari - Toki ~!~ "I woke up today, and it just seemed like any other normal day...but in truth, it was far from it. It seems like just overnight eveyone has disappeared, like they just faded away in their sleep. I wasn't afraid, I was never afraid of anything. I looked into the mirror..and I was afraid for the first time in my life. I had grown ears, fangs, a tail, and fur like an animal! After finally seeing that this is how I was now, I accepted things easier. I quickly decided that for my new look I should change my name so I could fit this place. Rubie Sparrow, that was my name when things were normal...my name now...is Flare. I walked outside...and things are just like my home...empty. Cars are parked all along the streets, but nothing is moving at all. Time seems to have stopped and I'm the only one out of it. I'm going to go look for more like me...hopefully I'm not alone." Flare shut off the tape recorder she had found in her parents room and gazed up at the empty sky. A plane was sitting in the sky, perfectly still...it made her feel a bit uneasy. She took a deep breath and began to walk down the empty streets, there had to be life somewhere.

Okay...well...wow Never thought I would be made to start this so soon...but this should be up and running in a little while. Thanks to everyone for signing up and I'll see ya in the game.

"We're just lab rats..pwans in their twisted game of fantasty. They slowly force us against one another and watch us go at each other...killing one by one till only one is left. They kill that one too...they kill us all down here. One by one...till we're all gone.." "It's a harsh life out here, it's their world...they created it. We're just the players in a game that was to be left alone. They gave us what we wanted when we first started...but now..everying has been taken away. Our world is just a nightmare...and we won't ever wake up." [B]The Separation Game...[/B] Earth...it was just a giant playing field for higher forces. Everything was fine when no one questioned the laws that were made before they were born. Everyone followed the same patteren that was made for them before they even had a choice. People lived and people died...everything happened for a reason...no one ever asked why. Life goes on and on this way for so many years...a never ending game of pretend. Wars rage through our country and we don't ask any questions. Disease, death, life, war, peace, hope....faith. The world is fine for so many years...until a little while ago. A teenager was killed in a tragic accident, or atleast that is what everyone was told. Damien Heller had been a friend to few, but loyal to them all the same. One day, a day that was just like any other...a question had been formed. "Why is everything taken so readily, it's like no one cares if things happen...they just keep going on..no emotions. It creeps me out, my cousin died just last week and my parents didn't even shed a tear! It's startin' to make me wonder...if there's something more going on than what we can see." A week went by...and then he died. Him and his mother were driving to school on morning when a truck just slammed into them and knocked them off the side of the bridge...his mother came away with only a few scratches...but Damien had been killed instantly. The ones he had been in contact with the week before weren't willing to accept this as just another accident. They to began to question this world that they lived in. All their questions were soon to be answered. Those five friends of Damine Heller woke up one day to a world that wasn't their own...they weren't themselves at all. They were part of the game they never wanted to play. ~!~ Okay, basically...this is like a tale of a game. But this game is much more different..we are the pieces that are forced to play against our will, what we were as humans are no more. We have become demon-like or angel-like creatures. This game will test the limits of friendship and our will to survive. ~!~ Sign-Ups Name: First and Last Separation Name: What You're Now Called Age: 15-20 Gender: Appearance: Description or Picture or Both (One Human, One Separation) Personality: Weapons: They Will Be Needed ~!~ Name: Rubie Sparrow Separation Name: Flare Age: 18 Gender: Female Apearance: [URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/9691960/]Flare[/URL] [URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/21702036/]Rubie Sparrow[/URL] Personality: Rubie's was a bit of a social butterfly when she was still in the other world but since she came to the game she has become a bit more distant and very wary about who she can trust anymore. Weapons: Claws and Teeth

[COLOR=Navy][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Name: Deimonica Wolfe Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: [URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/21220414/]Deimonica Wolfe[/URL] Reason Admitted: Was found in her school bathroom huddled in the corner sobbing and wailing about hearing voices of the unseen. Bio: Deimonica came from a very simple family and wasn't really expected to go very far in her education. When she first collapsed from and 'attack' she was thought to have been severly dehydrated and passed out. The 'attacks' seemed to have faded from the time she was seventeen till she was nineteen. She was found numerous times around the campus of her school out cold. They sent her to the nurse many of times and was given many medications. The medications seemed to have effect but things were changing rapidly. They finally found her one day in the girls room sobbing and wailing about hearing the voices of demons in her mind. She was then sent to the asylum, because her parents had cut all ties to her after the first time she had heard the voices. [/FONT] [/COLOR]

OOC: I'm on vacation, so I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while!! Dyi smiled and let out a small chuckle. "Dear Cassidy, don't you know that little Fayza has left? I'm here to fill in some important blanks." The smile slowly left her face as a dark shadow was casted over her eyes and she began to laugh. "What has little Fayza done while I was where she was susposed to be? She was to keep things simple, not fall for some dual personality idiot!" Cassidy tried to keep his anger in check but was failing horribly at this point. "Oh! Yes, who I am. I am Dyi."

[FONT=Courier New][COLOR=DarkRed]High School life has always been tough, everybody knows that. You have so many hours of so many classes you have to take and the teachers someitmes arn't really the best in the world. We all manage to get by someway...somehow. Jiin Moia High seems like you average school...at least to those who are not from Hollow Wind Hill. Hollow Wind has been know for all the mysterious occurances that happens within it's boundaries. Many of the people have claimed to have seen spirits from another realm and others have even expierenced small reddish orbs of light speeding through them and leaving them feeling absolutely drained of energy. For the people who have lived there all their lives this was normal, it never affected them. Another ordinary thing was that some students do tend to disappear during school, but they always have came back. The fast approaching winter would change this forever. It was like any other time, a kid had disappeared and more than likely he would return by the evening. Evening came and evening went...he never came back. The students are becoming frightened and the parents are worried for their saftery. The spirits around Hollow Wind are getting restless and becoming angry for some odd reason. The teachers are on high alert and will punish anyone who comes into contact with a spirit and not reporting to them. Sometimes...the punishment is worse than what the spirits could ever do to you.[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]------- I need some people to act as either students, spirits, or teachers in this. I need at least (there can always be more just not to many) 3 Regular Students 2 Ghost Students (These can appear human but they are cold to the touch) 2 Spirit Walkers (These are the ones you see in the form of red orbs, also the ones who take the children) 1 Teacher (Our basic homeroom teacher)[/COLOR] [COLOR=RoyalBlue] Sign Up Name (First and Last) Age (For the spirits this would be the age at which you died) Gender Appearance (Description or Piccys or Both) Personality Birthday (Add Death date for those who are ghosts) (Current Year 2021) Type Of Person (Listed Above) Abilities (Because of growing up in Hollow Wind everyone has something special about them...make them orginal but not to extreme)[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOrchid]Moi Here [B]Name [/B] Rhyse Asano [B]Age[/B] 14 [B]Gender [/B] Female [B]Appearance[/B] See Attatchments [B]Personality[/B] Rhyse was a very kind and caring student. She may have been only 14 at the time but she knew many things that most of the teachers did not. She knew that the spirits only came in contact with those whom seemed interesting. Because of her trusting nature this led to her death. Her mother had begun seeing the spirits everywhere and it drove her insane, so she ended up killing Rhyse and herself. [B]Birthday[/B] December 11, 2005 - October 30, 2019 [B]Type Of Person[/B] Ghost Student [B]Ability[/B] Can become a normal looking student. When she was alive she could call spirits.[/COLOR][/FONT] [COLOR=Gray]The Cast And Crew Regular Students Frankie - Kira Blackhart Whattheflip - Ty Wesson Starwind - Timothy 'Tim' Tsalikis Ghost Students Sky Moonflow - Rhyse Asano The_Mix_Breed - Tatsuki Shinado Teachers Stark - Ethan Sparks Minako - Melanie Wood Spirit Walker damien-black - Eros Sparrow[/COLOR]

[FONT=Courier New][COLOR=Indigo]^^ Simple really. I was hoping someone could make a me a banner using something like the pic attatched here with the words: "I just want to be forgiven..." As for the Avitar, have Ed lookin' kinda sad and stuff and could you have the word 'forever' on it. Thx in advance for anyone who can do this small favor for me. -Sky-[/COLOR][/FONT]