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Post by fahrenheit on Nov 25, 2012 1:14:28 GMT -6
Back when Viola was scared of thunderstorms, when she would curl up under a heap of blankets on the couch and shake and cry in fear until her mother calmed her down, Viola's mother told her, "It only storms when someone, somewhere, does a Raindance." Viola asked her, "What's a Raindance?" "Well, it's a special dance. Want me to show it to you?" and Viola had nodded in agreement, and danced around with her mother and forgot about her fear of the storm. And from then on Viola loved thunderstorms. She used to do Raindances all the time, but then her step-father joined the family and it all changed. Now she rarely did it. Viola certainly wasn't doing it now. No, instead she was sitting on the grass, in the rain, keeping the water away from her with her jacket. It wasn't very successful at keeping her dry, as she was already soaked to the bone. Her clothes, a cute white shirt and short red skirt, were damp from the rain. Her white hair clung to her body, and she looked like she had taken a shower recently, as it was wet. Her pale feet were bare of footwear and a bit muddy from the ground. Her black choker and ring, which she always wore, were not damaged by the rain, so she payed no attention to the accessories. The red jacket, which was more similar to a sweater than a jacket, really, was draped over her not to keep her body dry, but to ward off the water from her sketchbook. Yes, she was in the middle of the yard during a storm, drawing.
Completely normal.
She had started drawing at around noon, when it was still sunny. Everyone was at lunch, so she didn't have to worry about being disturbed. She could lay on the grass with her sketchbook and draw to her heart's content without any unwanted visitors. She had intended on leaving after an hour or so, as she was sure someone would approach her after that amount of time. But it started raining by then, so everyone stayed inside. And, deciding that she didn't mind it all that much, she stayed outside to draw, completely immersed in her art and not thinking of how she was soaked to the bone and would probably catch a cold, if she was lucky to not get struck by lightning first, being in the middle of a field.
Her hand guided the pencil across the page in fine, neat strokes, etching out the image. The drawing was slowly becoming more and more clear, showing two people; a girl with long, straight hair and a taller boy with tousled hair. They were on a bench, in a park. It was raining. They were holding hands, but facing opposite directions. She wasn't done yet, but that was the general drawing. She had yet to draw detail on it, and that was the most important aspect of the whole thing. Her sketchbook was filled with drawings of animals, places, and people. Some were people she knew. Some were people she had read about, characters in books. Some were places she had been, or dreamed of, or read about. Some were animals she had imagined, some seen. Whatever the image was, she was quite the good artist, and very proud of her work. However, no one had ever looked in the book and seen these images, so the pleasure of looking at them was entirely hers, and she liked it that way. It was private, not for prying eyes.
Viola began shading in the girl's hair, and as she slowly lost herself in her art, parted her lips a bit, enough for words to escape. Quietly, so it could barely be heard over the sound of rain and thunder, she began to sing to herself, "Go, lovely, go, fly away I've set you free, 'cause I know that we belong held in arms of the sea," she added some more leaves to the tree behind the bench, "and I know there's other things on your mind through the day, and it's understood to me, we belong in freedom's way." she sung softly, losing herself to her own little world and practically oblivious to the reality that clung around her.
Notes: Anyone can join (:
Song she's singing- Go AU Master by Avalanche City [/color][/blockquote] |
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