Information

Fly. has a minion!

Minion the Aphrodite

Fly.
Legacy Name: Fly.

The

Sweetheart Kora
Owner:

Lothlorien

Age: 12 years, 4 days

Born: April 25th, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 4 days ago

Adopted: April 25th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 13
Strength: 33
Defense: 33
Speed: 11
Health: 34
HP: 34/34
Intelligence: 17
Books Read: 15
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Surfboard Rental Clerk

Navigation: (tenikaboard1993) : Subeta Homepage : Explore : Inventory : Forums

................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Dreaming Souls I loved her from the second I saw her sitting there, a statue of a thinking girl. Head tilted to the side, rested on her hand. She was young. She was looking out over the busy street from a small cafe terrace. Her eyes skipping over everything moving and alive. But she was not here, not thinking of anything relevant to this moment. Her face was a face that made you want to climb into wherever her thoughts were and be part of them. How was I to approach such a being? Someone so completely involved with her daydreams? I strolled into the cafe, out onto the terrace and took a table adjacent to her's."Hello."She blinked twice and looked at me. I watched her eyes sharpen and return to this moment."Hi," she said.She brushed a golden curl from her cheek."What were you daydreaming of just then?" I asked.I felt my face burn and knew it was visible.She smiled knowingly, "I dream of you."I looked down at my hands and nodded. She reached over.I took her hand gratefully, "I fell in love with you just now on the street and knew I had to speak to you."She moved to my table and sat across from me, resting her head on her hands and peering into my eyes in a sort of exaggerated show of interest. "What of this love?" she said, "What is this really? You know nothing of me besides my face."I shook my head and looked out at the street. "You're as familiar as this breath I draw in, as this warm sunlight. You're as familiar as that sugar is sweet. I know not of what you do or your worldy things, but I know of your nature and beauty."She smiled so sweetly then, "And I, you!"I woke with the music of her laughter fading into nothing. Then the terrible feeling of a beautiful dream vanishing into waking life.I rode my bike to work every day as fast as I could, not to over-expose myself to the wet and dreary world outside. I worked in a cubicle. A claustrophobic little thing, evenly lit by fluorescent track lighting. I completed my assignments as a man with a cart walked by and handed me another file, and then was on down the line. We didn't speak or look each other in the eye. We just watched the clock and then rushed to our respective homes through the rain and blaring traffic, passed the looming buildings and industrial parks.The ocean was something so foreign to me when I was so consumed by that city. I walked through the soft sand, my eyes closed to the breeze. I could see her sitting, her face glowing pink in the sunset before her."I was waiting for you," she said.She watched me approach and sit beside her. I looked out over the glittering waves. She was holding a small, white shell."When I was a child, my mother brought me here," she said softly. "We gathered these shells. She made me a necklace of them with fishing line."She turned the shell in her hand for a moment longer and tossed it out into the sea. She stood then, pulled me up hastily and ran towards the water her clothes floating off behind her. Bouncing curls and laughter. We swam in that perfect moment until the sun was gone and the stars lit up the warm, night sky.The dreaded awakening. The cold returned to my bones. I layed there with my eyes shut, trying to hold on to it. To that last glimmer of warmth and light.My home was a concrete box. Reachable by a rusty, rickety elevator and down a long hallway where the lights flickered and the pipes leaked. Some days I just slept through. When I didn't have to venture into that grey world beyond, I simply didn't. Sleep was the only hope that I had to feel that warmth again. To see the light. And then there was the girl. We met time and again. On the cafe terrace. On that rose colored beach. Was I crazy?I carried on with the routine of my life. Always waiting for her. What dreams I had began to vaguely reflect my daily life and were never even memorable.My father died. I traveled to my childhood home in the suburbs, outside of the city. It was a small, salmon colored house with a swamp cooler and brown shag carpet. My mother sat in the living room watching soap operas and chain smoking. Her gray hair was yellowed in the front, around her face. I slept in the formal living room, because my old room had, over time, become a storage room for dusty boxes and forgotten furniture. I attended his funeral and I couldn't cry. I wanted to cry. For him, for my mother, for this whole damned life, for that dream girl who I loved and longed for... It seemed she was now gone.I returned to the city.I was sitting on my bed. The bed of my childhood. With the blue denim quilt and my old, ratty bear. The only light was the wavering blue glow of my fish tank and the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. It was good to hear the quiet hum of the tank's pump. I felt so peaceful and calm in this place. It was the only place in the world that was mine and unchanging. She was standing in the doorway. I felt her before I even saw her. "Where are you?" I said with a hint of frustration."I'm here.""I need you."She looked so sad then, her eyes hazing over with it. No. I swallowed hard and shook my head, "Never mind that." I forced a smile and she smiled back sweetly, but there was also a longing in her eyes."You're older," she said.I chuckled and rose to her. "So are you," I said.I held her close in a deep embrace. She smelled like rose petals and something earthy. We sat down and she gazed around my childhood bedroom. She was older, but somehow even more lovely than I remember. She looked at me and the love in her eyes opened me up like a fresh wound."My father died," I said suddenly.She held me as I wept. I wept for him, for my mother, and for the lonely life I would return to when I left this room. The life without her.I woke myself sobbing. My chest heaved and my pillow was wet with tears.My dreams ceased after that. Almost all together. I still thought of the girl I first saw on the terrace and the woman she was when she came to me in my childhood bedroom. Life slowly took on changes. In work, I moved from the cubicle to an office with a view. The view, of course, was a constant reminder that the city was always under a dark cloud and the blaring, noisy rush of life and traffic never ceased. I was numb and everything I did was automatic. My face changed into the face of an old man. The eyes that looked back at me from the mirror were grey and empty. I had no family left, as my mother had died years ago. What was the point in any of it?So I left.I got on an airplane and when I got off of it, I was in a different land. I walked along a beautiful beach and watched the sun sink into the glittering waves. I rented a house near the water and slept for what seemed like days. It was very beautiful in this new land, but lacking.I visited the local town. It was a lovely seaside city with so much color and warmth. And then I saw her sitting there on the terrace of a small cafe. Looking out over the bustle of everything. Her face had long since been scattered with lines and those golden curls were more white than golden, but those eyes... Those eyes were now gazing into mine. I strolled into the cafe and out onto the terrace. I took a seat at a table adjacent to her's."Hello."I watched her eyes sharpen and return to this moment. I noticed her necklace made of white shells."Hi," she whispered, her voice trembled.She moved over to sit at my table, across from me. I reached out and touched her soft cheek.She kissed my hand and whispered, "Is it really you?"I stood up. I pulled her up to me and held her to my chest.I whispered, "You're as familiar as this breath I draw in, as this warm sunlight. You're as familiar as sugar is sweet. I know not of what you do or your worldy things, but I know of your nature and beauty." She began to cry then. Tears of a long life as lonely and bleak as mine and tears of relief as the burdens from that life slowly melted away. After a few moments she pulled herself away from our tight embrace and looked me in the eyes and said, "And I, you."