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just_another_word) wrote2010-10-06 10:43 pm
just_another_word) wrote2010-10-06 10:43 pm
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30. Under the Rain
I lied. I decided to draw something today. Instead of doing lineart because I still gotta do homework, so I just did a little sketch. 
I doodled this in my notes in school today, no reason really. And then I couldn't think of something to draw today so I drew this. Yes, this is how my sketches look. Most of the details and stuff are done in the line art.
I held in my hand the necklace that I had picked off the floor. Its metal was heavy and warm in my palm as the rain began to cool me, I could feel the etching in the gold --the Triquetra in the plain and center. The endless triangle...
"Doesn't matter; hand it over here." Her voice was soft, it showed the same sadness as her face, that endless sadness. It was also laced with a subtle threat, a very subtle threat. As if I did not hand it over, she would kill me.
I wondered over the importance of that necklace... why did she need it? What was so important about it? It felt old, it felt like it had seen a lot. As my thumb wandered over the reverse, it brushed across an inscription, a name. I couldn't tell what exactly it was, but there was also a date, one that I also could not read. She gave me one final look before I cautiously handed it over to her.
She took it up in her hand and clutched it close to her heart. Her head turned to the sky and I swore, I swore, that I could see a tear mix in with the rain as it matted her lashes and crawled down her cheek, taking along whatever dark makeup she wore.
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"Who are you?" I say to the girl, no, the woman who was now standing in front of me. The sky weeped as her makeup ran down her face. The blood washed off from the tips of her fingers, and her hair stained red from the re-soaking of the matted blood. The dead body on the ground in front looked so much more pale, more glowing, from the terrifying skies above. Her face was solemn, it told of the countless terrors that she had seen.I held in my hand the necklace that I had picked off the floor. Its metal was heavy and warm in my palm as the rain began to cool me, I could feel the etching in the gold --the Triquetra in the plain and center. The endless triangle...
"Doesn't matter; hand it over here." Her voice was soft, it showed the same sadness as her face, that endless sadness. It was also laced with a subtle threat, a very subtle threat. As if I did not hand it over, she would kill me.
I wondered over the importance of that necklace... why did she need it? What was so important about it? It felt old, it felt like it had seen a lot. As my thumb wandered over the reverse, it brushed across an inscription, a name. I couldn't tell what exactly it was, but there was also a date, one that I also could not read. She gave me one final look before I cautiously handed it over to her.
She took it up in her hand and clutched it close to her heart. Her head turned to the sky and I swore, I swore, that I could see a tear mix in with the rain as it matted her lashes and crawled down her cheek, taking along whatever dark makeup she wore.
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