Meine Liebe 305 words: Rain
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finferwen some ombrophobic Orpherus at some point...
And it turned into 305 words of ‘beautiful wickedness’ really. ^_~
Rain
Disclaimer: Meine Liebe belongs to Konami, Yuki Kaori and others.
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Someone once told him that the rain washes away all pains, all sins. A useless piece of poetry but strangely appropriate at times like these.
Orpherus stands beneath the stone arches of one of the many pathways around the school and stares out towards the greenhouse. He can see candlelight flickering in the growing darkness; can pick out two familiar figures in the wavering light.
He clenches his jaw and considers the distance from where he stands to the greenhouse’s faint light.
The rain falls in heavy droplets, increasing in their intensity. It’s not such a distance really, not terribly far but he does so hate to get wet. It spoils everything; that horrible clammy, creeping dampness that slicks his hair against his face and leaves his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body. And yet… what wicked delight there would be at disturbing those two who think themselves alone.
He almost starts towards the greenhouse, almost dares to venture out into the falling rain only to stop himself and consider how petty he is being. How weak he has become if this is the limit of his ambition.
Orpherus sighs and turns to go back inside because there will be no aimless wandering for him tonight, and finds that Ludwig also roams the corridors at this late hour.
Ludwig pauses before turning his gaze from Orpherus to the distant greenhouse.
“I suspect…” Orpherus pauses artfully. “… that Camus has company...” And lowers his eyes.
A trick not dissimilar to the one that Naoji frequently employs.
“Who?” there is a touch of anger in that tone which is clear indication that Ludwig has been ensnared.
“I… shouldn’t like to say…”
And Ludwig is gone; striding across the damp grass in barely restrained fury.
The rain keeps falling. And really, Orpherus does so hate to get wet.
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finferwen some ombrophobic Orpherus at some point...And it turned into 305 words of ‘beautiful wickedness’ really. ^_~
Rain
Disclaimer: Meine Liebe belongs to Konami, Yuki Kaori and others.
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Someone once told him that the rain washes away all pains, all sins. A useless piece of poetry but strangely appropriate at times like these.
Orpherus stands beneath the stone arches of one of the many pathways around the school and stares out towards the greenhouse. He can see candlelight flickering in the growing darkness; can pick out two familiar figures in the wavering light.
He clenches his jaw and considers the distance from where he stands to the greenhouse’s faint light.
The rain falls in heavy droplets, increasing in their intensity. It’s not such a distance really, not terribly far but he does so hate to get wet. It spoils everything; that horrible clammy, creeping dampness that slicks his hair against his face and leaves his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body. And yet… what wicked delight there would be at disturbing those two who think themselves alone.
He almost starts towards the greenhouse, almost dares to venture out into the falling rain only to stop himself and consider how petty he is being. How weak he has become if this is the limit of his ambition.
Orpherus sighs and turns to go back inside because there will be no aimless wandering for him tonight, and finds that Ludwig also roams the corridors at this late hour.
Ludwig pauses before turning his gaze from Orpherus to the distant greenhouse.
“I suspect…” Orpherus pauses artfully. “… that Camus has company...” And lowers his eyes.
A trick not dissimilar to the one that Naoji frequently employs.
“Who?” there is a touch of anger in that tone which is clear indication that Ludwig has been ensnared.
“I… shouldn’t like to say…”
And Ludwig is gone; striding across the damp grass in barely restrained fury.
The rain keeps falling. And really, Orpherus does so hate to get wet.
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Date: 2005-07-07 04:31 am (UTC)If it was all to do with the G8, those protestors have just lost a lot of ground. People have been blowing up the UK for years now and all it does is harden the resolve against them.
But on to happy fandom…
Post break-up? Who'd he break up with?
Guess? Well, it’s going to be the obvious really. Maybe… don’t know if I’m quite caffeinated enough to write another conversation piece though…
*hides under blanket instead*
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Date: 2005-07-07 04:42 am (UTC)Protestors traditionally are fuckjaws to some extent, but if they're blowing shit up now they're neutering their own cause. I'm sure I have a compound noun to express my annoyance, but I suspect something I've eaten is about to give me a migraine so I'll think of it for you later.
Coffee is a wonderful thing. Enjoy it - I'll use my perverted imagination to fill in the blanks. ~_^