01-22-2014, 01:22 PM
This one was one odd duck. He didn't feel of much only a minor hit of confusion, but he didn't speak as if he were confused. His comments threw Aria off just as much as his emotions.
The fact that they were in a cemetery on a cold snowy night at midnight didn't seem to phase him one bit. It's not like this was a hallmark social setting. Much more like the old 1980's horror flicks with men in hockey masks chasing you with chain saws.
Aria could feel her own fears of dark nights sinking into her bones, and then the poem, Aria could feel doom and gloom crashing in. It wasn't his and it wasn't hers, or at least that's what she thought. Perhaps the dead could feel after all.
She never really had liked cemeteries.
Aria was thankful he had stopped where he had and that he didn't offer her his hand with his introduction. She looked up at Dane. She couldn't make out the color of his eyes, the darkness was too thick. She spoke softly, "Aria."
She kept her hands in her pockets and tried not to fiddle with the lint in her left pocket that seemed to be gnawing an agonizing pit into her hand.
Her name was out of her mouth before she could have thought to offer something else. It seemed the stresses of this emotional world was taking its toll on her more than she had thought. But at least he was not loud with emotion and it was tolerable for now. Conversation wasn't a bad thing.
"I liked Invictus when we were doing our English literature unit."
Aria frowned, "Sadly it was a small unit and didn't cover much."
For the most part it had only been a few weeks work of cramming a subject into her head for a test to say she'd done the so called home school she'd been forced upon. Literature was not her thing, well at least not that type. Aria enjoyed thumbing through and reading the ancient texts written by the Atharim. Their journals and texts held much detail and also forsake so much.
Aria turned back to the head stone she didn't dare bring up the topic of the histories of people for fear he'd state the obvious again. A turn of conversation then. "What brings you to the darkness of midnight in this artful cemetery?"
Edited by Aria, Jan 31 2014, 01:50 PM.
The fact that they were in a cemetery on a cold snowy night at midnight didn't seem to phase him one bit. It's not like this was a hallmark social setting. Much more like the old 1980's horror flicks with men in hockey masks chasing you with chain saws.
Aria could feel her own fears of dark nights sinking into her bones, and then the poem, Aria could feel doom and gloom crashing in. It wasn't his and it wasn't hers, or at least that's what she thought. Perhaps the dead could feel after all.
She never really had liked cemeteries.
Aria was thankful he had stopped where he had and that he didn't offer her his hand with his introduction. She looked up at Dane. She couldn't make out the color of his eyes, the darkness was too thick. She spoke softly, "Aria."
She kept her hands in her pockets and tried not to fiddle with the lint in her left pocket that seemed to be gnawing an agonizing pit into her hand.
Her name was out of her mouth before she could have thought to offer something else. It seemed the stresses of this emotional world was taking its toll on her more than she had thought. But at least he was not loud with emotion and it was tolerable for now. Conversation wasn't a bad thing.
"I liked Invictus when we were doing our English literature unit."
Aria frowned, "Sadly it was a small unit and didn't cover much."
For the most part it had only been a few weeks work of cramming a subject into her head for a test to say she'd done the so called home school she'd been forced upon. Literature was not her thing, well at least not that type. Aria enjoyed thumbing through and reading the ancient texts written by the Atharim. Their journals and texts held much detail and also forsake so much.
Aria turned back to the head stone she didn't dare bring up the topic of the histories of people for fear he'd state the obvious again. A turn of conversation then. "What brings you to the darkness of midnight in this artful cemetery?"
Edited by Aria, Jan 31 2014, 01:50 PM.