Post by Drew Strify on Aug 26, 2008 7:46:39 GMT -6
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So much fruit...
It makes one wonder...
Wandering slowly, silently, through the vastly flourished Strawberry Fields, the teenager sighed loftily - knowing fully well that ever mortal sigh and tear only made the Lord of the Underworld richer. Still, here was a chance to be alone, and to enjoy the lonely peace before anyone came and disrupted him.
Reaching for a small plump fruit, Drew brushed his pale fingers over it's fleshy outer before hastily removing his hand with wide eyes. Every other berry held it's scarlet-juice colouring, yet, as where he had touched the fruit, a dark greyish mould seemed to spread and shrivel it away. As if it had... died?
T-That's not odd... Not odd at all, he panicked mentally, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his drainpipe-jeans and glancing around nervously. Hopefully noone had spotted his little problem.
Then again, what would they do if he did. He may still be undetermined, but that didn't give them reason to joust. Heck, he knew well enough that he could scare the younger kids if he kept his gaze unwavering with theres for a few seconds. It had scared all the friends he'd had away, those raging black fires within piercing, almost-glowing, sapphire irises. Yeah, enough to keep him in solitude.
It makes one wonder...
Wandering slowly, silently, through the vastly flourished Strawberry Fields, the teenager sighed loftily - knowing fully well that ever mortal sigh and tear only made the Lord of the Underworld richer. Still, here was a chance to be alone, and to enjoy the lonely peace before anyone came and disrupted him.
Reaching for a small plump fruit, Drew brushed his pale fingers over it's fleshy outer before hastily removing his hand with wide eyes. Every other berry held it's scarlet-juice colouring, yet, as where he had touched the fruit, a dark greyish mould seemed to spread and shrivel it away. As if it had... died?
T-That's not odd... Not odd at all, he panicked mentally, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his drainpipe-jeans and glancing around nervously. Hopefully noone had spotted his little problem.
Then again, what would they do if he did. He may still be undetermined, but that didn't give them reason to joust. Heck, he knew well enough that he could scare the younger kids if he kept his gaze unwavering with theres for a few seconds. It had scared all the friends he'd had away, those raging black fires within piercing, almost-glowing, sapphire irises. Yeah, enough to keep him in solitude.
