Post by • Jinx on Sept 27, 2009 14:58:47 GMT -5
( YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES IF
ten million fireflies lit up the world as i fell asleep )
o0o
It was her first night having stayed in the land of Austor, and as she couldn't sleep (it was the insomnia again, it always got to her at the worst of times), she pulled a dark coat trimmed in fur over her white sleeping gown and headed out the front doors of the hotel, barefoot. Her hair hung, as it usually did, straight and flowing past her waist, framing the pale, heart-shaped face of the Baroness. The cobblestone-street was chilled beneath her bare feet, but she smiled all the same, enjoying the feel of the cool air on her face and the way she felt excited. As a foreign diplomat, she got plenty of traveling, but Austor had turned out to be one of the more beautiful lands, and she was eager to enjoy every aspect of it. Or rather, every aspect of it other than the boring meetings she was required to go to. That, Violette could live without.
Lightly, she flitted from one side of the street to the other, making barely a noise. Ever since she had died and come back, actually materializing, Violette had found that she seemed a lot quieter at most things-- she found herself startling people she'd walked up to, because they hadn't heard her coming, even though she thought she was being perfectly loud when she sidled up. Softly, she turned the corner down into another street lit with lamps, and began heading down that one, thinking that she must have heard somewhere that there was a garden-- somewhere, around here, she would find one, and then she could stay there until she felt sleepy, and then she would return to her hotel room and finally get some sleep. At least, until her body forced her awake again.
And she was right; she did find a garden, a quaint, pretty little thing encompassed by a smooth, iron-wrought gate. She opened the gate, which was apparently open at all times of the day or night, and stepped inside, the grass much gentler against her feet than the street was. With a soft creak, she closed the gate and then took a soft breath, inhaling the air perfumed with the scent of grass and flower blossoms, and probably rain on the horizon. With a soft hum of contentedness escaping her, she drifted through, finding a quiet patch of area where she sat down. As soon as she did, a swarm of bugs flew from the grass, and then they glowed a wonderous golden color, illuminating the air with a wonderful, ephemeral aura. Her lips quirked upward at the side, and she reached out her hands, cupping them as a firefly fluttered into her grasp and rested there, a quiet hum escaping it, the gentle gold of its color filling up her palm as if she were holding the light itself. It was always a wonderous thing when she was able to experience such moments-- moments when she forgot, for just a while, that she was a Baroness that had duties, that she was a murder victim, that she was someone more important than others. For just a while, she was simply Violette, the girl with the firefly in her hand.
o0o
( 'cause i'd get a thousand hugs from
TEN THOUSAND LIGHTNING BUGS )
TEN THOUSAND LIGHTNING BUGS )
