Post by gemma on Jun 8, 2012 0:20:52 GMT -8
Note: Yes, this is Franco writing, not Gem... but I have to use him as an NPC still for a bit, so I'm using her account. XD
Tuesday, December 27th, 2:00pm
It was nice to see the sky.
Not that he really minded living in the City of Shadows, several stories beneath the mostly-Muggle city of London, but Franco had always enjoyed the sight of the sky, the touch of the sun's light, the sensation of breezes against his skin. Well... not always, perhaps -- he had been quite selfish as a teenager, very... self-oriented -- but ever since moving where the sky was thousands of tons of dirt, the light originated from huge blue-glowing mushrooms, and where the only moving air was his wife's breath against his cheek as he held her while she slept...
It was nice to see the sky.
I wish Syl could be here to enjoy this with me...
It always hurt like a sword thrust through his heart when he thought about what certain people would do if they found out about his wife. His wonderful, loving, intelligent, gorgeous... Veela wife.
And that's the last thing I think of when I think of her... why can't it be that way for everyone? Why can't everyone just realize that that sort of thing makes no difference?
Franco thrust his hands into the pockets of his long, black, wool coat, his shoulders slumping slightly atop his long, slender frame against the sharp chill threatening to overwhelm his body. He had a scarf wrapped about his throat, as well, for the same purpose: one a refugee woman had made for him in payment for the wand he'd made her. He'd worn no other since the day she'd given it to him, tears of gratitude shining in her eyes...
Stop it, old man! You'll ruin this. Just... exist.
He drew in a deep breath, held it for several seconds, then let it out, savoring the freshness of the air. So fresh... it was never like this in the Shadows. He thought longingly of his wife again -- how warm he would feel if he held her hand in his -- and stared around at the unfamiliar buildings around him.
I need to find a park... somewhere with trees. That will cheer me up.
Pausing in the entrance to a narrow alley, Franco glanced around to make sure no-one was watching before withdrawing one hand from his pocket in order to reach into the front of his coat. Withdrawing his wand, he murmured a soft spell to himself, watching the direction his wand spun to point in before returning it to his inner pocket. Thus oriented, he started off again, this time with an odd sort of determination in his blue-green-grey eyes.
He would have fun, even if his wife wasn't here.
He would have fun for both of them.
Tuesday, December 27th, 2:00pm
It was nice to see the sky.
Not that he really minded living in the City of Shadows, several stories beneath the mostly-Muggle city of London, but Franco had always enjoyed the sight of the sky, the touch of the sun's light, the sensation of breezes against his skin. Well... not always, perhaps -- he had been quite selfish as a teenager, very... self-oriented -- but ever since moving where the sky was thousands of tons of dirt, the light originated from huge blue-glowing mushrooms, and where the only moving air was his wife's breath against his cheek as he held her while she slept...
It was nice to see the sky.
I wish Syl could be here to enjoy this with me...
It always hurt like a sword thrust through his heart when he thought about what certain people would do if they found out about his wife. His wonderful, loving, intelligent, gorgeous... Veela wife.
And that's the last thing I think of when I think of her... why can't it be that way for everyone? Why can't everyone just realize that that sort of thing makes no difference?
Franco thrust his hands into the pockets of his long, black, wool coat, his shoulders slumping slightly atop his long, slender frame against the sharp chill threatening to overwhelm his body. He had a scarf wrapped about his throat, as well, for the same purpose: one a refugee woman had made for him in payment for the wand he'd made her. He'd worn no other since the day she'd given it to him, tears of gratitude shining in her eyes...
Stop it, old man! You'll ruin this. Just... exist.
He drew in a deep breath, held it for several seconds, then let it out, savoring the freshness of the air. So fresh... it was never like this in the Shadows. He thought longingly of his wife again -- how warm he would feel if he held her hand in his -- and stared around at the unfamiliar buildings around him.
I need to find a park... somewhere with trees. That will cheer me up.
Pausing in the entrance to a narrow alley, Franco glanced around to make sure no-one was watching before withdrawing one hand from his pocket in order to reach into the front of his coat. Withdrawing his wand, he murmured a soft spell to himself, watching the direction his wand spun to point in before returning it to his inner pocket. Thus oriented, he started off again, this time with an odd sort of determination in his blue-green-grey eyes.
He would have fun, even if his wife wasn't here.
He would have fun for both of them.