08-11-2008, 12:04 AM
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I have no idea when this is dated. o_o; I always imagine that Haven Manor looks like the plantation house out of Sweet Home Alabama. wc: 458
Something was truly eating at Khaden, and the more time he spent just sitting at the Manor, the more troubled he became. Nights sleeping knowing the disturbance of Conri and Naniko seemed to contribute to the problem - but it was something more than that, it had to be something more than that. The ebony boy pushed past the large wooden door, listening absently as it swung softly back to place. He strolled past the lobby, letting his long black digits trail against the old plantation walls. His claws clicked against the luxurious floor as he made his way towards the staircase, placing his hand lazily against the banister as he stayed deep in his pensive state.
It truly had to be something. He had to be able to do something about it. Paw step after paw step Khaden pulled himself upstairs, climbing past the first story of the house and revealing more of the bedrooms and roomier version of the house. He pushed his long, shifted fingers towards his muzzle, scratching underneath his chin inattentively. His mind wasn't confused, wasn't muddled, it was clear as day. He knew something was wrong, and tip-of-the-tongue syndrome and he knew that as clear as day, but what it was made him anxious. He shuffled his feet as he walked down the hallway, turning with his hand as it fell into the crown molding of another door so that his body moved with it.
The door was left ajar, sterilized and empty without a certain girl that inhabited the room. He went to the table where he had set so many different things on - flowers, medicine gauzes, bandages, different meats and meals. He felt so happy when Ember was there with him. Granted, the circumstances that she was over at the Manor were grim at best, but Khaden put that aside so that he could be with her. He stared outside the window, still cleaned up from when Ember felt listless enough to go about and do those sort of things. He smiled offhandedly, remembering the way she was, the way she made him feel.
It was then, and only then when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He picked himself up and pushed past the door, half running towards the room he now knew as Cercelee's. Cercelee, who had been Ember's best friend, and what he understood it as her only friend at Dahlia de Mai, before she moved to Twilight Vale, then now Shadowed Sun. He launched to spring it open, but realized that it was Cercelee that was on the other side, and perhaps she was not. Gulping down his nerves, he knocked on the door and questioned softly, but urgently. "Cercelee?"
Something was truly eating at Khaden, and the more time he spent just sitting at the Manor, the more troubled he became. Nights sleeping knowing the disturbance of Conri and Naniko seemed to contribute to the problem - but it was something more than that, it had to be something more than that. The ebony boy pushed past the large wooden door, listening absently as it swung softly back to place. He strolled past the lobby, letting his long black digits trail against the old plantation walls. His claws clicked against the luxurious floor as he made his way towards the staircase, placing his hand lazily against the banister as he stayed deep in his pensive state.
It truly had to be something. He had to be able to do something about it. Paw step after paw step Khaden pulled himself upstairs, climbing past the first story of the house and revealing more of the bedrooms and roomier version of the house. He pushed his long, shifted fingers towards his muzzle, scratching underneath his chin inattentively. His mind wasn't confused, wasn't muddled, it was clear as day. He knew something was wrong, and tip-of-the-tongue syndrome and he knew that as clear as day, but what it was made him anxious. He shuffled his feet as he walked down the hallway, turning with his hand as it fell into the crown molding of another door so that his body moved with it.
The door was left ajar, sterilized and empty without a certain girl that inhabited the room. He went to the table where he had set so many different things on - flowers, medicine gauzes, bandages, different meats and meals. He felt so happy when Ember was there with him. Granted, the circumstances that she was over at the Manor were grim at best, but Khaden put that aside so that he could be with her. He stared outside the window, still cleaned up from when Ember felt listless enough to go about and do those sort of things. He smiled offhandedly, remembering the way she was, the way she made him feel.
It was then, and only then when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He picked himself up and pushed past the door, half running towards the room he now knew as Cercelee's. Cercelee, who had been Ember's best friend, and what he understood it as her only friend at Dahlia de Mai, before she moved to Twilight Vale, then now Shadowed Sun. He launched to spring it open, but realized that it was Cercelee that was on the other side, and perhaps she was not. Gulping down his nerves, he knocked on the door and questioned softly, but urgently. "Cercelee?"