And this is why I love shounen-ai... ^^
My dad took me shopping today. We went to Vintage Stock, and I bought the Operation 1 soundtrack for Gundam Wing. Then we went across the street to Promenade Mall, and I bought two Para Para cds for the price of one! Sam Goody was going out of business. At Walden Books, I bought a shounen-ai manga, and I adore it so much! It's called La Esperança by Chigusa Kawai. 'Tis a really good book. My favorite character so far is named Robert Jade. ^^
Oh! Here's a story I wrote over the summer. I don't think I posted it anywhere before:
Roses and Rain
by Wolfram003 (aka: Abyssinian003 or Lady Raseleane)
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As lightning danced across the tempestuous clouds of granite and charcoal, a lone figure sat solemnly on a bench in the park. Icy rain slid its fingers down his pale cheeks in a mockery of a lover's caress. His gray eyes gleamed silver in the unpredictable flashes of light and his hair, gray even in his youth, fell in dripping chunks across his forehead. Sen Vetenia, sitting frozen in the rain as he was, resembled a pallid marble statue in his somber beauty.
"She's gone," he whispered forlornly into the raging wind that seemed to be howling in grief like an outward reflection of his heart. His friend, lover, and center of his world was gone. She would never breathe another breath or speak another word. No longer could he whisper sweet nothings in her ear in the quiet nights she loved so much. His love, an angel that had to have fallen from the heavens, was dead.
He had been with her holding her hand when the incident happened. In fact, he had been with quite a few people. They had been to a party and were lounging in the backseat of their ride home, oblivious to the fact that their driver and the other passengers were inebriated.
He should have noticed, Sen reflected with an inexplicable anger at himself. He should have just walked her home, but he hadn't. He had been stupid, naive in his trust of others. He knew now though. Trust was not meant to be given; it was meant to be earned. Alas, hindsight was always twenty-twenty.
It had rained that night too, and that was the reason Sen and his love had hitched a ride. The streets were slick and the power was out nearly everywhere. The traffic lights flashed crimson over and again as their acquaintance's car tore down the streets. Then, out of nowhere it seemed, a car, headlights ablaze and honking frantically, streaked toward them and slammed into their car's side.
Sen hadn't even had the time to shield his angel. A loud crunch had echoed, still echoed, through his ears at that time. Thinking back he realized that he must have blacked out during the impact. The next thing he had remembered was opening his eyes and finding his love staring blankly at the space next to him. Blood trickled from the corner of her eyes like tears he knew she would never cry again.
The shock didn't hit him until the next day in the hospital. He had been the only survivor, his best and possibly his only trustworthy friend, Eridae Salsgrife, had told him grimly. The redhead had held him tightly in his brotherly embrace whispering quiet comforts as he cried tear after tear over his angel.
Eridae had let Sen share his apartment as the gray-eyed man grieved and recovered from his wounds. The redhead had watched over him like the fabled guardian angels he had heard about in his childhood. When Sen had tried to thank him, Eridae had just shrugged and said, "You'd do it for me."
The first week had been horrid. Nightmares had given him insomnia, and the flashbacks had made him fall ill. Her funeral came, and he attended it, standing stiffly in the back of the room throughout the service. She had been beautiful then, too. Her obsidian locks framed her once tan face, but her emerald eyes were closed as if in slumber. Sen knew the truth though, and it brought tears to his steel eyes. It was ironically sunny and bright when she was lowered into her grave.
The next day Sen had started his tradition of bringing his beloved a gift each day. It was never much, usually just a simple red rose, the kind that she had adored so dearly when she had lived. He had brought the flower to his lips before he placed it tenderly in front of her headstone. The words engraved on the slab of black marble had touched his heart as he read them aloud, "'Here one lies with eyes closed and white wings spread to soar among the heavens.' How well those words describe you, Zinra."
Sen brought himself back to the present. Today was the one-month anniversary of Zinra Forcent's death. That was the reason he sat alone grieving in turn with the heavens. In his hand he held a rose, simple in its crimson beauty. Deciding that he should finish his task because Zinra, if she had been alive, would have scolded him for sitting in the rain, Sen rose from the bench and began his trek to the cemetery.
He finally noticed how the rain fell in sheets across the city as he walked against the wind. His thin jacket had done little to keep the water from his skin, and he shivered against the cold. Sen came to the end of the sidewalk and looked around before he began crossing the street. He vaguely noticed the blinking red traffic lights, and he completely missed the sounding of a car's horn as he fought against the squall.
From the corner of his eyes he finally saw the glaring headlights and froze in his tracks. It was too late to do anything else, he realized. He couldn't dodge, and the car's breaks didn't seem to be working. He almost smiled before he felt the impact of the car that sent him flying. The car didn't stop.
As he lay on his back in a large puddle of water that was slowly being tainted by tendrils of his crimson lifeblood, he looked up at the sky with unfocused and glassy gray eyes and saw a slim hand reaching for him. He weakly raised his right arm, ignoring the pain, and grasped the hand. A moment later his stormy eyes closed, and his hand fell limply to his side. With his last breath he whispered his love's name and knew no more.
An hour later the driver of the car had returned and a medical crew had arrived. They had found him lying in a pool of his own blood, soaked by the rain, and clutching a simple red rose tightly in his left hand. His parents had been called, and they had informed Eridae of his death expecting him to cry. Instead, the redhead had looked Sen's parents straight in the eyes, smiled sadly, and told them, "Why should I cry? There is no doubt in my mind that Sen is happy now." Eridae had looked to the heavens as if searching and closed his eyes.
His friend was right in his assumption. Sen was happy.
He had found his angel.
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I entered this into the summer writing contest at the library. Sadly, I didn't win, but I really liked how I wrote this story which is odd because I'm a very picky person when it comes to what I write. For anyone who has read The Unknown, also by me, the characters of Roses and Rain are reincarnations of characters in The Unknown. Sen Vetenia is Seif Eternia (Glenn Vitali). Zinra Forcent is Zora Iscentia (Shinrai Fortis). Eridae Salsgrife is Aidan/Eruke Glassfire. I'll probably be posting more stories as I write them. I'll probably even post The Unknown eventually. Let me know what you think!
And here's a wallpaper I drew and colored:
Let me know what you think of them if you look/read. ^^
--Wolfram003
Oh! Here's a story I wrote over the summer. I don't think I posted it anywhere before:
Roses and Rain
by Wolfram003 (aka: Abyssinian003 or Lady Raseleane)
---
As lightning danced across the tempestuous clouds of granite and charcoal, a lone figure sat solemnly on a bench in the park. Icy rain slid its fingers down his pale cheeks in a mockery of a lover's caress. His gray eyes gleamed silver in the unpredictable flashes of light and his hair, gray even in his youth, fell in dripping chunks across his forehead. Sen Vetenia, sitting frozen in the rain as he was, resembled a pallid marble statue in his somber beauty.
"She's gone," he whispered forlornly into the raging wind that seemed to be howling in grief like an outward reflection of his heart. His friend, lover, and center of his world was gone. She would never breathe another breath or speak another word. No longer could he whisper sweet nothings in her ear in the quiet nights she loved so much. His love, an angel that had to have fallen from the heavens, was dead.
He had been with her holding her hand when the incident happened. In fact, he had been with quite a few people. They had been to a party and were lounging in the backseat of their ride home, oblivious to the fact that their driver and the other passengers were inebriated.
He should have noticed, Sen reflected with an inexplicable anger at himself. He should have just walked her home, but he hadn't. He had been stupid, naive in his trust of others. He knew now though. Trust was not meant to be given; it was meant to be earned. Alas, hindsight was always twenty-twenty.
It had rained that night too, and that was the reason Sen and his love had hitched a ride. The streets were slick and the power was out nearly everywhere. The traffic lights flashed crimson over and again as their acquaintance's car tore down the streets. Then, out of nowhere it seemed, a car, headlights ablaze and honking frantically, streaked toward them and slammed into their car's side.
Sen hadn't even had the time to shield his angel. A loud crunch had echoed, still echoed, through his ears at that time. Thinking back he realized that he must have blacked out during the impact. The next thing he had remembered was opening his eyes and finding his love staring blankly at the space next to him. Blood trickled from the corner of her eyes like tears he knew she would never cry again.
The shock didn't hit him until the next day in the hospital. He had been the only survivor, his best and possibly his only trustworthy friend, Eridae Salsgrife, had told him grimly. The redhead had held him tightly in his brotherly embrace whispering quiet comforts as he cried tear after tear over his angel.
Eridae had let Sen share his apartment as the gray-eyed man grieved and recovered from his wounds. The redhead had watched over him like the fabled guardian angels he had heard about in his childhood. When Sen had tried to thank him, Eridae had just shrugged and said, "You'd do it for me."
The first week had been horrid. Nightmares had given him insomnia, and the flashbacks had made him fall ill. Her funeral came, and he attended it, standing stiffly in the back of the room throughout the service. She had been beautiful then, too. Her obsidian locks framed her once tan face, but her emerald eyes were closed as if in slumber. Sen knew the truth though, and it brought tears to his steel eyes. It was ironically sunny and bright when she was lowered into her grave.
The next day Sen had started his tradition of bringing his beloved a gift each day. It was never much, usually just a simple red rose, the kind that she had adored so dearly when she had lived. He had brought the flower to his lips before he placed it tenderly in front of her headstone. The words engraved on the slab of black marble had touched his heart as he read them aloud, "'Here one lies with eyes closed and white wings spread to soar among the heavens.' How well those words describe you, Zinra."
Sen brought himself back to the present. Today was the one-month anniversary of Zinra Forcent's death. That was the reason he sat alone grieving in turn with the heavens. In his hand he held a rose, simple in its crimson beauty. Deciding that he should finish his task because Zinra, if she had been alive, would have scolded him for sitting in the rain, Sen rose from the bench and began his trek to the cemetery.
He finally noticed how the rain fell in sheets across the city as he walked against the wind. His thin jacket had done little to keep the water from his skin, and he shivered against the cold. Sen came to the end of the sidewalk and looked around before he began crossing the street. He vaguely noticed the blinking red traffic lights, and he completely missed the sounding of a car's horn as he fought against the squall.
From the corner of his eyes he finally saw the glaring headlights and froze in his tracks. It was too late to do anything else, he realized. He couldn't dodge, and the car's breaks didn't seem to be working. He almost smiled before he felt the impact of the car that sent him flying. The car didn't stop.
As he lay on his back in a large puddle of water that was slowly being tainted by tendrils of his crimson lifeblood, he looked up at the sky with unfocused and glassy gray eyes and saw a slim hand reaching for him. He weakly raised his right arm, ignoring the pain, and grasped the hand. A moment later his stormy eyes closed, and his hand fell limply to his side. With his last breath he whispered his love's name and knew no more.
An hour later the driver of the car had returned and a medical crew had arrived. They had found him lying in a pool of his own blood, soaked by the rain, and clutching a simple red rose tightly in his left hand. His parents had been called, and they had informed Eridae of his death expecting him to cry. Instead, the redhead had looked Sen's parents straight in the eyes, smiled sadly, and told them, "Why should I cry? There is no doubt in my mind that Sen is happy now." Eridae had looked to the heavens as if searching and closed his eyes.
His friend was right in his assumption. Sen was happy.
He had found his angel.
---
I entered this into the summer writing contest at the library. Sadly, I didn't win, but I really liked how I wrote this story which is odd because I'm a very picky person when it comes to what I write. For anyone who has read The Unknown, also by me, the characters of Roses and Rain are reincarnations of characters in The Unknown. Sen Vetenia is Seif Eternia (Glenn Vitali). Zinra Forcent is Zora Iscentia (Shinrai Fortis). Eridae Salsgrife is Aidan/Eruke Glassfire. I'll probably be posting more stories as I write them. I'll probably even post The Unknown eventually. Let me know what you think!
And here's a wallpaper I drew and colored:
Let me know what you think of them if you look/read. ^^
--Wolfram003