Trinity's Works
Nov 3, 2013 16:25:50 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Nov 3, 2013 16:25:50 GMT -8
Upon reading the 2/3 parts of the Halloween special, I have put together a tiny fiction, which I then posted to the comics comment section. I shall put it here for others to view who have not seen it before.
-T
Parties. Odd things, really. Social gatherings of people unknown to others, perhaps even the host themselves, held in larges buildings, all filled with all kinds of delicious delectables.
The invitation did say ALL humans welcome, after all. Perhaps she was out of place in the crowd, standing by herself with some sort of alcoholic drink everyone was sure she was too young to have.
Alone, clearly, she stands awkwardly amongst a group of people, whom occasionally threw her dirty looks as if to say "You're not chic enough to stand with us."
"Certainly feels that way.." She mutters, taking a sip of her drink. As the night wore on, more and more people, specifically women, seemed to disappear behind a series of curtains. Pretty soon there were hardly any people for her to desperately cling to to make it look like she wasn't alone.
Suddenly, a jewel-bearing hand rested gently on her shoulder. "Enjoying the party, I assume?" Whispered a gentle, sweet voice in her ear. This startled her, and she took a step back, smoothing out the ruffles on her dress. "As much as somebody like me can, anyway." She replies nonchalantly, finishing off her fourth drink so far.
Whoever he was, he was quite tall. This man had at least a foot on her. She felt small and tiny as she looked up with an awkward smile.
He looks kinda like a woman...
"I take it you didn't get into the after party, yes?" He asks with a flutter of his long eyebrows.
She shrugs. "Didn't even know there was one."
"Hmm.." The man frowns thoughtfully, "It would seem my little.. /Messenger boy/.. has missed another angel..." His gaze flicks to the ceiling, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
"Angel? What a joke.." She scoffs, turning around to walk away and cling to another party goer, but one of his bony hands shoots out and takes hold of her shoulder, firmly yet pleadingly pulls her back.
"Forgive me - I did not mean to offend you." He insists, caressing his face with his own hands in a matter similar to that of a child.
"You've heard of Greyburn, yes?"
She seems a little confused by the question. But yes, she has. It seems everyone here knew who this 'Greyburn' was, or at least, had heard of him. "..Sort of."
The man smiles and places his hands on his hips. "I hear he's a handsome and charming fellow, who knows his way around a sowing needle."
"From what I've heard he sounds like a crackpot and a creepy pervert."
The man's smile instantly drops and his shoulders slump a little. "Perhaps I have not been a very good host. Forgive me - My name is Lord Greyburn."
She nearly dropped the empty wine glass at the sound of him say his own name. "Ohmygosh. I am so sorry I had no Idea -"
"Tut tut," He says, holding up a finger. "You needn't apologize, my lovely black rose. Walk with me." He offers his arm, to which she tentatively loops hers through. Soon the pair found themselves strolling through the courtyard.
Greyburn smiles down at her, to which she gives a nervous half-smile, followed by an awkward chuckle. Imagine her concern - A man she had only ever heard about and never met until now, and they were walking arm in arm!
"I do apologize. I understand this might seem a bit.. Questionable to you. Believe me when I say I only wish to ease the pain, and nothing more."
That was a little weird. What had he meant by 'ease the pain?'
"..I don't think I understand what you mean, my Lord." She responds formally, putting on a confused-filled frown.
"Of course not.. Sometimes it is hard to admit to others we are not as strong as they think we are." He steps in front of her and traces the outline of her eye with his fingers. His hands were cool to the touch, and smooth like marble.
"These eyes.. they have seen so much.." His fingers trailed down to her lips, and traced their outline, as well, "These lips.. have had to say so many things.."
His face shifted into a thoughtful and sympathetic frown, tears welling in the corners of his eyes, though they never spilled over.
His hands rested gently on her shoulders, and squeezed lightly. "These shoulders have had to bear so much weight.." Finally his hands cupped her face, and he peered into her eyes, as if to see right through her and into her very soul, the very core of her existence.
"And this face.. this face shows it all."
Her own tears pooled down her face as Greyburn pulled her into a caring embrace. And despite his cool marble skin, his arms were warm with comfort.
Fin.
P.S. Yes, I spelled 'bear' in the wrong context. Shush! (Also, am I posting this in the right location?)
-T
Parties. Odd things, really. Social gatherings of people unknown to others, perhaps even the host themselves, held in larges buildings, all filled with all kinds of delicious delectables.
The invitation did say ALL humans welcome, after all. Perhaps she was out of place in the crowd, standing by herself with some sort of alcoholic drink everyone was sure she was too young to have.
Alone, clearly, she stands awkwardly amongst a group of people, whom occasionally threw her dirty looks as if to say "You're not chic enough to stand with us."
"Certainly feels that way.." She mutters, taking a sip of her drink. As the night wore on, more and more people, specifically women, seemed to disappear behind a series of curtains. Pretty soon there were hardly any people for her to desperately cling to to make it look like she wasn't alone.
Suddenly, a jewel-bearing hand rested gently on her shoulder. "Enjoying the party, I assume?" Whispered a gentle, sweet voice in her ear. This startled her, and she took a step back, smoothing out the ruffles on her dress. "As much as somebody like me can, anyway." She replies nonchalantly, finishing off her fourth drink so far.
Whoever he was, he was quite tall. This man had at least a foot on her. She felt small and tiny as she looked up with an awkward smile.
He looks kinda like a woman...
"I take it you didn't get into the after party, yes?" He asks with a flutter of his long eyebrows.
She shrugs. "Didn't even know there was one."
"Hmm.." The man frowns thoughtfully, "It would seem my little.. /Messenger boy/.. has missed another angel..." His gaze flicks to the ceiling, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
"Angel? What a joke.." She scoffs, turning around to walk away and cling to another party goer, but one of his bony hands shoots out and takes hold of her shoulder, firmly yet pleadingly pulls her back.
"Forgive me - I did not mean to offend you." He insists, caressing his face with his own hands in a matter similar to that of a child.
"You've heard of Greyburn, yes?"
She seems a little confused by the question. But yes, she has. It seems everyone here knew who this 'Greyburn' was, or at least, had heard of him. "..Sort of."
The man smiles and places his hands on his hips. "I hear he's a handsome and charming fellow, who knows his way around a sowing needle."
"From what I've heard he sounds like a crackpot and a creepy pervert."
The man's smile instantly drops and his shoulders slump a little. "Perhaps I have not been a very good host. Forgive me - My name is Lord Greyburn."
She nearly dropped the empty wine glass at the sound of him say his own name. "Ohmygosh. I am so sorry I had no Idea -"
"Tut tut," He says, holding up a finger. "You needn't apologize, my lovely black rose. Walk with me." He offers his arm, to which she tentatively loops hers through. Soon the pair found themselves strolling through the courtyard.
Greyburn smiles down at her, to which she gives a nervous half-smile, followed by an awkward chuckle. Imagine her concern - A man she had only ever heard about and never met until now, and they were walking arm in arm!
"I do apologize. I understand this might seem a bit.. Questionable to you. Believe me when I say I only wish to ease the pain, and nothing more."
That was a little weird. What had he meant by 'ease the pain?'
"..I don't think I understand what you mean, my Lord." She responds formally, putting on a confused-filled frown.
"Of course not.. Sometimes it is hard to admit to others we are not as strong as they think we are." He steps in front of her and traces the outline of her eye with his fingers. His hands were cool to the touch, and smooth like marble.
"These eyes.. they have seen so much.." His fingers trailed down to her lips, and traced their outline, as well, "These lips.. have had to say so many things.."
His face shifted into a thoughtful and sympathetic frown, tears welling in the corners of his eyes, though they never spilled over.
His hands rested gently on her shoulders, and squeezed lightly. "These shoulders have had to bear so much weight.." Finally his hands cupped her face, and he peered into her eyes, as if to see right through her and into her very soul, the very core of her existence.
"And this face.. this face shows it all."
Her own tears pooled down her face as Greyburn pulled her into a caring embrace. And despite his cool marble skin, his arms were warm with comfort.
Fin.
P.S. Yes, I spelled 'bear' in the wrong context. Shush! (Also, am I posting this in the right location?)