Post by Steven on Jan 5, 2005 9:42:24 GMT -5
This isn't actually happening...it's just a dream... good way to set up my character I hope... and anyway...it's also the first chapter of my fanfiction...and I love showing my fanfiction stuff off ;D
Darcia the third stood at last from the patch of grass where before he lay napping. The sticky atmosphere of a humid August clung resonantly to his figure, making his clothing seem of unbearable weight, and adding to the lilting drowsiness which he now savored. Ah, how he loved the sweet sensations of nature! Every perfumed fragrance carried to him on the gentle breeze seemed to invigorate him with a type of vitality he had never known before. The songs of the birds ran in synch with the chirping of the insects, creating an overwhelming symphony that for a moment overwhelmed him.
He was no longer a noble. For this sweet amount of time he had forgotten himself, his impossible obligations, and the crazy ambitions of his grandfather. No more was he troubled with the truth, or the myth (not a person he talked to knew for certain) of what it meant to be a transcended man. For it was here, in this meadow, and with the scents and sounds whose beauty could overwhelm even the most garnished of senses, that he would find her.
Indeed, she was his sweet savior. His goddess and muse, the lady whose plight so matched his own that he could feel at once at ease around her. Her flowing golden hair reflecting the sunlight and pouring it’s brilliance over him. The voice, so delicate and wonderful! During the many conversations they would hold in this place he would feel an ephemeral vertigo, as if his every breath was tied to the words she spoke. At last, however, the one thing about her which captivated him so completely was the sparkling azure of her eyes.
The sky had always been a source of comfort for him. Never was he faced with so tremendous a burden that he could not instantly forget his sorrow by starring straight up into the endless blue of the heavens. It seemed to him that all the hope in the world lie up there, just beyond his grasp. Yet when first his eyes met with hers, he felt a certain closeness to it. As if all he would ever need for happiness would be to draw her into an embrace. To hold her against him for all eternity had become his greatest dream.
Darcia had become so consumed in these thoughts that he failed to hear her footsteps draw closer to him. His heart began to race as she outstretched her hand and touched his shoulder.
“Were you waiting long?” That voice again! Slowly Darcia turned, drawing in the vision of her. She wore a small grin, which failed to reveal to him any of her private thoughts, and her eyes bore that loving hue which took his breath away. He ran his hand through his hair, her presence suddenly enhancing the reality of where he was.
“I would gladly have waited an eternity longer.” He said at last, a smile crossing his own face. She laughed softly at this, looking him over.
“Would I have been worth all that time?”<br>
“For me,” Darcia began, suddenly uncertain of his words, “A moment spent with you is paradise.” He felt a quaint tremble run through his body, and he felt as though his chest could only barely contain the pounding of his heart. He didn’t want to say such a thing, but something deep within him compelled it. These words, which had grown within him since first he had met her, were erupting forth.
“Darcia…” She began, but finished instead by wrapping her arms around him. Darcia felt frozen for an instant, the warmth of her embrace shocking him. With a deliberate haste he returned the embrace, feeling at once a sweeping bliss that far surpassed what he had known just a moment before.
“Harmona,” He said her name slowly, looking down into her beautiful face, “I wish this time, this place, would remain as it is forever.”<br>
Darcia the third stood at last from the patch of grass where before he lay napping. The sticky atmosphere of a humid August clung resonantly to his figure, making his clothing seem of unbearable weight, and adding to the lilting drowsiness which he now savored. Ah, how he loved the sweet sensations of nature! Every perfumed fragrance carried to him on the gentle breeze seemed to invigorate him with a type of vitality he had never known before. The songs of the birds ran in synch with the chirping of the insects, creating an overwhelming symphony that for a moment overwhelmed him.
He was no longer a noble. For this sweet amount of time he had forgotten himself, his impossible obligations, and the crazy ambitions of his grandfather. No more was he troubled with the truth, or the myth (not a person he talked to knew for certain) of what it meant to be a transcended man. For it was here, in this meadow, and with the scents and sounds whose beauty could overwhelm even the most garnished of senses, that he would find her.
Indeed, she was his sweet savior. His goddess and muse, the lady whose plight so matched his own that he could feel at once at ease around her. Her flowing golden hair reflecting the sunlight and pouring it’s brilliance over him. The voice, so delicate and wonderful! During the many conversations they would hold in this place he would feel an ephemeral vertigo, as if his every breath was tied to the words she spoke. At last, however, the one thing about her which captivated him so completely was the sparkling azure of her eyes.
The sky had always been a source of comfort for him. Never was he faced with so tremendous a burden that he could not instantly forget his sorrow by starring straight up into the endless blue of the heavens. It seemed to him that all the hope in the world lie up there, just beyond his grasp. Yet when first his eyes met with hers, he felt a certain closeness to it. As if all he would ever need for happiness would be to draw her into an embrace. To hold her against him for all eternity had become his greatest dream.
Darcia had become so consumed in these thoughts that he failed to hear her footsteps draw closer to him. His heart began to race as she outstretched her hand and touched his shoulder.
“Were you waiting long?” That voice again! Slowly Darcia turned, drawing in the vision of her. She wore a small grin, which failed to reveal to him any of her private thoughts, and her eyes bore that loving hue which took his breath away. He ran his hand through his hair, her presence suddenly enhancing the reality of where he was.
“I would gladly have waited an eternity longer.” He said at last, a smile crossing his own face. She laughed softly at this, looking him over.
“Would I have been worth all that time?”<br>
“For me,” Darcia began, suddenly uncertain of his words, “A moment spent with you is paradise.” He felt a quaint tremble run through his body, and he felt as though his chest could only barely contain the pounding of his heart. He didn’t want to say such a thing, but something deep within him compelled it. These words, which had grown within him since first he had met her, were erupting forth.
“Darcia…” She began, but finished instead by wrapping her arms around him. Darcia felt frozen for an instant, the warmth of her embrace shocking him. With a deliberate haste he returned the embrace, feeling at once a sweeping bliss that far surpassed what he had known just a moment before.
“Harmona,” He said her name slowly, looking down into her beautiful face, “I wish this time, this place, would remain as it is forever.”<br>