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Posted on June 26, 2010 at 01:27:02 AM by Flynn & Denahi
They were asleep, finally, and though he knew he really shouldn’t leave them, Flynn was desperate to get some fresh air. He had left Denahi behind to keep an eye on the twins, just in case, and besides, the steps leading out to the courtyard were just around the corner and he’d be able to see the window of the room from the cobbled yard, so it wasn’t as if he was actually leaving them completely unattended. He hated being trapped inside at night, especially when the moon was as bright and clear as it was that evening, Flynn loved the moon, there was something about it which just captured his imagination. The boy carried with him a small notebook, a small pencil tucked lightly behind his ear for safe keeping, and as he stepped foot onto the stones and felt the wind against his cheeks, his blue eyes cast around for something to sit on. Soon, he spotted a number of wooden barrels lined up against the wall of one of the blocks of stables, and Flynn made his way towards them, pulling one upright and sitting on top of it, leaning back against the stone wall and swinging his feet back and forth. Slowly he flicked through the notebook until he reached an empty page, and, removing the pencil from behind his ear sucked on the end of it, thinking hard. “Oh pale faced moon, who guards and waits You watch them there as they move and dance A thousand puppets with a thousand fates,” He stopped writing, the sound of the pencil led scratching against the paper fading into nothingness, his brow furrowed in concentration as he ran possible rhymes and following lines through his head. Shaking his head Flynn sighed, tilting his head back in order to gaze at the stars above his head, lights trapped in the great expanse of cloudless blue, but they did not, for once, help his muse. Sighing, he placed the notebook on the barrel next to him, his foot tapping against the wood. From a wooden bucket to his left he summoned some water, contorting it into a moving spherical shape which floated a few inches above the palm of his hand. Flynn watched it for a while, running the first finger of his left hand over the surface with a lazy smile on his face. He threw it into the air, watching it rise, and then as it began to fall, he forced the droplets of water apart like a firework, watching them fall back towards the floor, and summoning them back to form a ball in his hand once more. Flynn glanced up at the window of the room in which he had left his siblings, checking for any sign of movement, and that the light had not come on. He had not heard his familiar barking so he assumed that everything was still well. He so often felt trapped these days, locked into a mundane routine, he wanted to do something else, he had no idea what but he was quickly growing restless, he wanted to explore and meet new people, to experience some of the things he read about in his books. The characters in them lead such colourful lives and he had seen so little, that sometimes he didn’t know if he was actually living, or just sitting and watching time pass him by. Show me what its like to dream in black and white |
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- I’ve Been Burning In Water - By Serafina July 8, 2010 at 07:38:39 PM
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