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Post by APOLLO BLACK on Jul 28, 2011 18:20:55 GMT -5
Dawn's light was just breaking the horizon; the sky was slowly trading it's ominous, black hue for a blue one; hazy, amber light was flooding the outlying forests and creeping into the tombstone littered cemetery. The land was quiet and still, with the exception of a low voice. In the midst of countless, granite tombstones stood a figure clad in a black cloak. He spoke, not to another person, but down to a pair of tombstones poised side by side.
"...and I haven't spoken to her in a while, but I keep an eye on her...make sure she's ok and all... she's doing fine, I think, but I doubt she'll want anything to do with me now..."
He paused for a moment, staring down at the graves with his crimson eyes, as if he thought that they were going to respond. He sighed a little and looked away from them for a moment. There was a sudden, light breeze that swept across the graveyard, causing his hair to whip a bit and his cloak to billow.
"She still blames me for...y'know...I keep telling her that it wasn't my fault!...I wish you were here, she'd believe you...but..."
He turned back to them, looking as though he had come to some sort of realization. This expression slowly faded as he gazed down at them, however, and he became somber once more.
"...but I suppose if you were here, none of this shit would be happening, would it...we'd all still be happy..."
He shifted his arm so that it pointed toward the ground in which the tombstones were embedded. His wand, which had been protruding from his sleeve since his arrival, glistened a little in the morning sunlight. He made no moves despite having his weapon aimed, but instead continued to talk.
"I hope she's visited you...I think it would do her some good, y'know...I don't think it helps me at all, but I don't really have anyone else to talk to these days..."
A small, green vine suddenly broke the surface of the ground in front of each grave. They grew abnormally fast, twisting and winding around, sprouting leaves, thorns, and eventually blood-red petals. He lowered his wand slowly, and gazed upon the roses that he'd created with hard eyes.
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