Post by Zephyros Aetai on Nov 22, 2009 6:28:17 GMT -5
Zephyros hadn't looked at the leaves yet, but he couldn't help it when Hitoshi jerked his arm to the side and made him look. "Um... It looks like Professor Yog... Oh. My. Gods. That's you and your sister... I mean, I can tell it's you..."
He looked at Hitoshi and then back at the image. "Nyx, Hypnos, and Hekete..." he breathed. All deities he felt were rather appropriate at the time. Nyx- night. Hypnos- sleep and somewhat dreams... and Hekete- witchcraft and magic. Though it was rare that he ever swore by his namesake. It just felt awkward to use your own name as a curse.
His eyes trailed over the other leaves, pausing on one. He pulled away and moved toward it, his lips twitching into a smile. An image of him and Jason, just... sleeping in Jason's dorm. It was after he'd slit his wrists, but before Veronique had separated them. He smiled a bit more, feeling a warmth he'd not felt for a while. His eyes danced through the images, looking for another he recognized. The warm feeling faded as he had trouble finding any at all. These were all happy memories... or perhaps happy dreams. And he could see people he recognized in many of them, but he rarely saw himself.
Zephyros took a few steps, his eyes still looking quickly through the images. He paused, taking a quick breath. That was him... and that white hair was unmistakable. Aritha... in a white dress. Himself in a suit... they were getting married. "These are dreams... not all are real. Some are, but not all..." he said, knowing Hitoshi would hear him if Hitoshi so pleased.
He moved past that image, looking for another. Himself and Jason... kneeling, touching the other's face and hair as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time, kissing with tears streaming down their faces. It was happy, but it looked as if whatever was before it was very negative. His eyes flickered to another image. Jason was on his knee, holding... was that a ring box? And Zeph was laughing, leaning over to kiss him with something hidden behind his back. I wonder what that's about...
Another image; he stood beside his brother Notos... with huge golden wings, like the ones Seth and Jason liked to paint him with. Notos' were red... Zephyros looked closer, trying to see if it was truly himself and his brother, or just a dream of their namesakes. He couldn't tell... Which was odd. He kept looking.
"Hey... that's Aramis... but..." Zephyros looked closer. No... it just looked like Aramis. Like an eighteen year old Aramis dressed in medieval costume with waist length, elaborately braided hair. He was sitting in a chair that appeared to be in a forge, talking with a man with long silver hair that almost looked like... Carmen. That was his name. They both looked... fair. Not that Aramis wasn't attractive, but these seemed... almost otherworldly. Like that Fae had been but in a warmer, far less terrifying way. They looked like they were having fun, even though the one that looked like Aramis had his arm up in a sling. There was a bloody bandage on his shoulder... And they had pointed ears. "How... odd... If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was Aramis... but an Elf like in the Lord of the Rings. And Carmen."
Would he see any other friends? Or even just people he knew? Ah. One of Aritha dancing... another of her playing with her mother... He smiled, seeing where Aritha got her sense of style and her white hair. They looked so happy... it was a pity Aritha had lost her before Zeph could even meet them. One of him playing with his brothers when they were little and their personality clashes hadn't really... happened yet. An image of himself as a very young child, being thrown in the air by his father and probably squealing in delight. All four of them had loved being thrown like that...
Seth, his hair blond and... sure enough, covered in paint, laughing with a red headed man and a rather tall brunette. They seemed to be in a college class, and working on a project. They were probably teasing each other, and seemed to be having a very good time. Zephyros smiled a little, just looking at images randomly.
Two girls, one with reddish gold hair and the other with dark hair had huge pieces of paper on the floor, covered in thumbprints that shaded and shadowed portraits of themselves. The blonde got the ink on her thumb and very deliberately put in on the back of the other's elbow, giggling. Another image with the two girls, passing notebooks across the floor of classrooms while quietly working on other projects... embarrassingly giving up those same notebooks in another class... back in the room from the thumbprint portraits with charcoal. Each were covered in smears, and the dark-haired one drew her hand over her face, leaving black streaks from the charcoal down her face. Now they had paint, and there was another blond, who was larger and yet younger. They each claimed a color and discreetly painted the others on the arm, even on the face. I wonder who this girl is... The thin blonde one.
More memories; this girl with a tall darkhaired, dark skinned man just walking down the street. A dog ran at them, barking and the man her father maybe? turned and did something... the dog jerked back with a bewildered expression and they both started laughing, continuing on their way. The girl cuddling with the man, watching television with another girl that had to be her sister, and a dark haired woman who looked like an older version of the girl he was following. The girl reading a book with an old man nearby... the man signed the book and she held it close, then hugged him. Her grandfather giving her a gift? "My Friend Flicka" could be read on the ancient dust cover. The girl playing with the old man's hair, running her fingers through the man's silver hair.
The dark-haired woman and the girl sitting at a table with a sweet roll between them, and shopping bags at their feet, laughing and looking like they were having a good time. Again, the two of them. The blonde looked like she'd been crying, but they were both laughing, the girl eating a piece of candy. At times she looked older, and other times younger. The dreams and memories were all mixed up, like his own had been.
"I don't know why I keep looking for this girl... she almost looks like me though. It's weird..." he said softly, reaching out for the image. He touched it and it rippled like it was water, the image disappearing and never returning. "Damn. I wonder who she was..."
He looked at Hitoshi and then back at the image. "Nyx, Hypnos, and Hekete..." he breathed. All deities he felt were rather appropriate at the time. Nyx- night. Hypnos- sleep and somewhat dreams... and Hekete- witchcraft and magic. Though it was rare that he ever swore by his namesake. It just felt awkward to use your own name as a curse.
His eyes trailed over the other leaves, pausing on one. He pulled away and moved toward it, his lips twitching into a smile. An image of him and Jason, just... sleeping in Jason's dorm. It was after he'd slit his wrists, but before Veronique had separated them. He smiled a bit more, feeling a warmth he'd not felt for a while. His eyes danced through the images, looking for another he recognized. The warm feeling faded as he had trouble finding any at all. These were all happy memories... or perhaps happy dreams. And he could see people he recognized in many of them, but he rarely saw himself.
Zephyros took a few steps, his eyes still looking quickly through the images. He paused, taking a quick breath. That was him... and that white hair was unmistakable. Aritha... in a white dress. Himself in a suit... they were getting married. "These are dreams... not all are real. Some are, but not all..." he said, knowing Hitoshi would hear him if Hitoshi so pleased.
He moved past that image, looking for another. Himself and Jason... kneeling, touching the other's face and hair as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time, kissing with tears streaming down their faces. It was happy, but it looked as if whatever was before it was very negative. His eyes flickered to another image. Jason was on his knee, holding... was that a ring box? And Zeph was laughing, leaning over to kiss him with something hidden behind his back. I wonder what that's about...
Another image; he stood beside his brother Notos... with huge golden wings, like the ones Seth and Jason liked to paint him with. Notos' were red... Zephyros looked closer, trying to see if it was truly himself and his brother, or just a dream of their namesakes. He couldn't tell... Which was odd. He kept looking.
"Hey... that's Aramis... but..." Zephyros looked closer. No... it just looked like Aramis. Like an eighteen year old Aramis dressed in medieval costume with waist length, elaborately braided hair. He was sitting in a chair that appeared to be in a forge, talking with a man with long silver hair that almost looked like... Carmen. That was his name. They both looked... fair. Not that Aramis wasn't attractive, but these seemed... almost otherworldly. Like that Fae had been but in a warmer, far less terrifying way. They looked like they were having fun, even though the one that looked like Aramis had his arm up in a sling. There was a bloody bandage on his shoulder... And they had pointed ears. "How... odd... If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was Aramis... but an Elf like in the Lord of the Rings. And Carmen."
Would he see any other friends? Or even just people he knew? Ah. One of Aritha dancing... another of her playing with her mother... He smiled, seeing where Aritha got her sense of style and her white hair. They looked so happy... it was a pity Aritha had lost her before Zeph could even meet them. One of him playing with his brothers when they were little and their personality clashes hadn't really... happened yet. An image of himself as a very young child, being thrown in the air by his father and probably squealing in delight. All four of them had loved being thrown like that...
Seth, his hair blond and... sure enough, covered in paint, laughing with a red headed man and a rather tall brunette. They seemed to be in a college class, and working on a project. They were probably teasing each other, and seemed to be having a very good time. Zephyros smiled a little, just looking at images randomly.
Two girls, one with reddish gold hair and the other with dark hair had huge pieces of paper on the floor, covered in thumbprints that shaded and shadowed portraits of themselves. The blonde got the ink on her thumb and very deliberately put in on the back of the other's elbow, giggling. Another image with the two girls, passing notebooks across the floor of classrooms while quietly working on other projects... embarrassingly giving up those same notebooks in another class... back in the room from the thumbprint portraits with charcoal. Each were covered in smears, and the dark-haired one drew her hand over her face, leaving black streaks from the charcoal down her face. Now they had paint, and there was another blond, who was larger and yet younger. They each claimed a color and discreetly painted the others on the arm, even on the face. I wonder who this girl is... The thin blonde one.
More memories; this girl with a tall darkhaired, dark skinned man just walking down the street. A dog ran at them, barking and the man her father maybe? turned and did something... the dog jerked back with a bewildered expression and they both started laughing, continuing on their way. The girl cuddling with the man, watching television with another girl that had to be her sister, and a dark haired woman who looked like an older version of the girl he was following. The girl reading a book with an old man nearby... the man signed the book and she held it close, then hugged him. Her grandfather giving her a gift? "My Friend Flicka" could be read on the ancient dust cover. The girl playing with the old man's hair, running her fingers through the man's silver hair.
The dark-haired woman and the girl sitting at a table with a sweet roll between them, and shopping bags at their feet, laughing and looking like they were having a good time. Again, the two of them. The blonde looked like she'd been crying, but they were both laughing, the girl eating a piece of candy. At times she looked older, and other times younger. The dreams and memories were all mixed up, like his own had been.
"I don't know why I keep looking for this girl... she almost looks like me though. It's weird..." he said softly, reaching out for the image. He touched it and it rippled like it was water, the image disappearing and never returning. "Damn. I wonder who she was..."