Post by Vergil von Wulf on Mar 19, 2011 15:18:13 GMT -8
≡ Brief is life but love is long.
｢Ⓤ Ⓝ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓡ ⓣ ⓗ ⓔ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓐ Ⓡ Ⓢ｣
Time had passed, weeks, and Oceanside had reconvened in a way. Many students milled behind the school walls and went on as normal while others seemed a lot more comfortable in their own skin. The newer of the lot seemed as awkward as everyone else had when they first began and of course there were the haughty few that deemed themselves godly from the get go but Vergil changed little in his absence from the school. He still worked at the tea shop alongside Toshie. Vergil's hair remained the same, long length he was fond of if not grew at least a fourth of an inch and remained its chestnut-like hue, the blonde streaks at the edges faded with time. A pale hand came up, the young boy brushing his bangs from his eyes as the other hand came down to set a basket on the grass he was walking on, shivering in the cool night air, the black cardigan he was wearing almost not enough to fight off the dropping temperature. This was probably… the fifth time he had come to Rotary Park. He came once with Toshie and that hadn't ended well, poor Flug's wings damaged in the fight that had ensued. The German boy was happy to report however, memories and reminiscing aside, his better control over his deck. The cards were currently residing in the book hanging on his shoulder, the hum of life flowing inside letting him know all was right with the world and no dangers were to be found tonight. Such luck of all things.
There was an agreement between himself and Mykel to be fulfilled tonight. They had been so busy with school, classes, life, that the couple had little time to spend with one another as irritating as it was. Dorm reassignments might spare them that if their request pulled through though and it'd be like living together as strange as the thought was in itself. No matter, Mykel and Vergil were friends first, good ones at that, so whatever happened happened. They'd.. they'd roll with it as maturely as possible. Right? Ja, ov kourse… Vhat ahm I theenkeeng?
The trinity knot on the middle finger of his dominant hand glimmered under the light of the full moon as he began to set up the picnic he had been looking forward to, a blanket from the bag that had been on his back now extended over the soft grass that'd act like a mattress tonight. It was decided in passing that they'd spend.. the entirety of the night in the park. A loophole in the hours that were set up for the students. If you left before the curfew and came back once the school was open - there was nothing that could be said. Once you were off the grounds you were essentially on your own unless a civilian was harmed. Vergil highly doubted he or Mykel, his sweet, wholesome, American boy, would be harming anyone. Speaking of which… where was he? He wasn't late but like any young boyfriend, Vergil was nervous and paranoid that the blond forgot about him and about their meeting but he knew he shouldn't have been. He trusted Mykel. Shaking his head at such silly thoughts, the boy's hands returned to setting up the picnic, beads on his arm purring contently and making him smile.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit. ≡
The pretty follies that themselves commit. ≡
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