Adâm1
The Lion's Share
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- Seen Mar 2, 2013
My glorious return shall be marked by this, an epic of great proportions, late nights, wondrous loves and terrible heartbreaks. Above all, I hope it will teach you something about yourself, and how to smile when the night grows darker than death.
Reflection
(PG 15 for violence and romance)
Chapter 1
Me, Myself, and my brother and sister.
The sun only ever shone in the Summer. But then, that's the way we all liked it, really. When it was cloudy and overcast, it gave us all time to think. Everyone in Illunium, our sleepy little village, had skeletons in a closet that would be better kept in the hidden. So in a way, that permanent grey veil was our veil too. But we were all happy- we were all at home, and we were all happy.
My name was- is, I suppose- Maria Blure. My family moved to Illunium from Saffron a year before I was born. Illunium is dead in the centre of Anilla, a beautiful region to the far north of Kanto. The only thing most people say bad about it is the weather- it's more or less always raining. but that's the way it is, here, and the beauty is inside the houses. That's the heart of Anilla- on the outside, we all seem grey, and miserable, and sad, but just step inside our houses. We're the best artists in the world, and all of our homes make you feel more at home than your own. That's how I was raised- to be just like everyone else on the outside, and to harbour my beauty on the inside.
I'll not be arrogant here, I was never the prettitest girl in the world, not next to my sister, Alena. She was wonderful- long, cascading black hair falling in little ringlets down to her hips, skin to die for, beautiful emerald eyes and a laugh like a pealing bell. A laugh that tore into my heart every time I heard it. Then there was my perfect brother, Atticus. Muscular, long black hair covering his face, a smoldering smile and the same penetrating emerald eyes that hold you. He came home with a new girlfriend every week, and like I'd been raised, I'd be polite while she was here, the very picture of grace... And then I'd go to my room and cry and scream until I fell asleep.
It's not that I was hideous, per-se. It's just that next to the two idols of humanity's grace, even a model would have trouble trying to get a second look. I remember looking at a mirror with a family photo next to it and tearing myself out of it. Anyway, I had pale skin, sort of dirty brown eyes and a fairly nice smile. But my brown hair was so straw-like and messy... I never really tried to make myself look nice. Alena always tried to get me to put some make-up on, to wear a dress, to comb my hair, but what was the point? I could never look as good as her. But there was one thing I could do better than anyone I knew, and ever have known- the violin.
Oh, my violin... I remember when I first got it. My mother called me a virtuoso, and at the time, I had no idea what it meant. But I loved that violin so much. My sister and brother always loved to listen to me play it while they either did schoolwork or exercised, respectively. But my violin was still the most beautiful thing in the house, regardless of anything else. I could never look or be beautiful, but at least I could create true beauty. That was my true gift and that was why I loved Anilla- the rainy veil of my faceless beauty.
But despite all of my complaints about my brother and sister, I loved them. I never thought anything could ever change, and I always hoped it would stay like that forever. The folly of youth might be adorable, but it always leads to heartbreak in the end...
Reflection
(PG 15 for violence and romance)
Chapter 1
Me, Myself, and my brother and sister.
The sun only ever shone in the Summer. But then, that's the way we all liked it, really. When it was cloudy and overcast, it gave us all time to think. Everyone in Illunium, our sleepy little village, had skeletons in a closet that would be better kept in the hidden. So in a way, that permanent grey veil was our veil too. But we were all happy- we were all at home, and we were all happy.
My name was- is, I suppose- Maria Blure. My family moved to Illunium from Saffron a year before I was born. Illunium is dead in the centre of Anilla, a beautiful region to the far north of Kanto. The only thing most people say bad about it is the weather- it's more or less always raining. but that's the way it is, here, and the beauty is inside the houses. That's the heart of Anilla- on the outside, we all seem grey, and miserable, and sad, but just step inside our houses. We're the best artists in the world, and all of our homes make you feel more at home than your own. That's how I was raised- to be just like everyone else on the outside, and to harbour my beauty on the inside.
I'll not be arrogant here, I was never the prettitest girl in the world, not next to my sister, Alena. She was wonderful- long, cascading black hair falling in little ringlets down to her hips, skin to die for, beautiful emerald eyes and a laugh like a pealing bell. A laugh that tore into my heart every time I heard it. Then there was my perfect brother, Atticus. Muscular, long black hair covering his face, a smoldering smile and the same penetrating emerald eyes that hold you. He came home with a new girlfriend every week, and like I'd been raised, I'd be polite while she was here, the very picture of grace... And then I'd go to my room and cry and scream until I fell asleep.
It's not that I was hideous, per-se. It's just that next to the two idols of humanity's grace, even a model would have trouble trying to get a second look. I remember looking at a mirror with a family photo next to it and tearing myself out of it. Anyway, I had pale skin, sort of dirty brown eyes and a fairly nice smile. But my brown hair was so straw-like and messy... I never really tried to make myself look nice. Alena always tried to get me to put some make-up on, to wear a dress, to comb my hair, but what was the point? I could never look as good as her. But there was one thing I could do better than anyone I knew, and ever have known- the violin.
Oh, my violin... I remember when I first got it. My mother called me a virtuoso, and at the time, I had no idea what it meant. But I loved that violin so much. My sister and brother always loved to listen to me play it while they either did schoolwork or exercised, respectively. But my violin was still the most beautiful thing in the house, regardless of anything else. I could never look or be beautiful, but at least I could create true beauty. That was my true gift and that was why I loved Anilla- the rainy veil of my faceless beauty.
But despite all of my complaints about my brother and sister, I loved them. I never thought anything could ever change, and I always hoped it would stay like that forever. The folly of youth might be adorable, but it always leads to heartbreak in the end...
