Sam smiled shyly. "Why was it hilarious? Hmm...because you, the tough guy turned red and looked extremely nervous...we should head back, it's getting dark," she said, looking up at the sky. Sirith looked up to, the last bit of sunlight highlighting his face. "Wow," Sam whispered.
"What?" Sirith asked, looking back at her.
"You actually looked cute for a second," she teased, running towards the road, waiting for him to catch up.
What?! Sirith thought, gaping in disbelief at Sam's retreating figure. This is bad, he told himself, Really bad.
Hadn't he learned his lesson with Naomi? Sirith felt rage bubbling under his skin at the thought of Haimon, and he almost didn't recognize the feeling. He had been surprisingly calm for a while, and now it was creeping back.
He didn't want to lose it. He raced after Sam, hoping the feeling would come back. She was fast, but Sirith caught up with her by the road. She stopped when he was right behind her and he narrowly escaped running in to her.
You actually looked cute for a second, he repeated the line in his head, then smiled.
Sam smiled up at him, soon frowning. "You okay?" She asked, concerningly. He looked down, his face turning a deeper shade of red.
"Yeah why?" He asked, trying to cover it up.
"Your face is red. Do you have a fever?" She looked at him, laying her hand over his forehead. "Oh my! You're burning up Siri!" Sam screached, pulling her hand away. "Is your foot infected?" She pulled his foot out from underneath him, yanking his shoe off and unwrapping his foot. "It looks bad...we should get some anti-biotics." She sighed, wrapping it up again and pulling his shoe back on. "You should of said something Siri." Sam smiled.
A car zoomed past, spraying still water all over them. Sam screamed and fell backwards, rolling back down the hill. She just sat there, to lazy to stand up.
Sirith laughed at her as she rolled down the hill, then asked, "Siri?"
She nodded, starting to get up. Sirith bent down to retie his shoe, hiding his smile. She had yanked it off really fast and now it was too tight. He hadn't really noticed his foot until she had mentioned it but now it was starting to throb.
Stupid foot.
He was still trying to recover from the weird feeling he had gotten when she had touched his forehead, and when he had seen the concern in her eyes. He shivered again, trying to hide it as Sam started up the hill.
Sam smiled as she noticed him shiver. "Cold?" She smiled, beginning to pull of her baggy jacket.
"No," he lied.
"You don't lie well. Here, take this," she handed him the black jacket, "It's to big for me and it might fit you." She smiled as he pulled it on slowly.
**i can understand that, it can get quite annoying, but the people in the house right now are capable of posting while we are posting right? it's actually an important part (at least for our characters) right now and if you don't want to read it, skip it and post your own stuff. lunabuna is in charge of the storybook, don't forget**
**oh and i have to get off now, so no time to post**
*Whoo, long lot of posts there to read. Nothing happened to my character, so I'm a bit lost...*
Jacin sat up in bed, tears still streaming down her face. In a flash, her mother, Aphrodite, arrived in front of her. Not her mother, really, but her seeming, an illusion that she controlled.
"My daughter, you have let this control you," Aphrodite said. "You are denying emotions and everything else because of your sorrow."
Jacin bowed her head. "I'm sorry, mother," she whispered. "It's just..."
"You do not have to explain to me, Jacin. I have comforted many who have fallen prey to such horrors. He stole what was most important to you, and for that he shall pay," her mother told her gently. "But, my daughter, you are the goddess of love. You must be in tune with your Emotion, but more importantly, you must be in tune with your heart."
"What..." Jacin began to say.
"I am the Goddess of Love, and I am your mother. Do you think I know not when your heart falls on another?" Her mother smiled. "Talk to him. YOu must, for your heart demands it. And be well, my daughter."
Her mother disappeared, leaving Jacin confused and less sorrowful.
"Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds." —Juvenal (AD 60-130)
Tex felt himself but was only aware of something in the room.
Then Tex saw that it was the almighty.
" Hello Tex."
" Hi Pop." Tex said as he felt himself detach from his body.
" Don't call me...Never mind." The almighty said with a sigh.
Tex looked at him. This was his actual form? A Black man in a robe?
" No, This isn't my form. I have no clear form. But if I did...I would be hideus."
" This is just the way you imagined me. You need my help."
Tex looked really confused," No duh. I have to handle Entry, Fight a War of the gods, and then still come home to become the new almighty...controller of the universe."
The almighty smiled." That's not even a percent of your problems."
Tex frowned." I know someone who has a fancy of you...but I will not say. For it will break my promise." The almighty winked.
Tex felt himself relax and then began to ask the almighty who it is.
" It's Sam right? She has the hot's for me for a while now...How about Naomi? Shes fine.....Don't Tell me it's Sirth!"
The almighty laughed.
" I will let you figure that out." The almighty Disppearered.
Tex coulden't figure it out...who was it?
A person's heart is like a painting.
Because it's fragile, yet it bring's the greatest emotions to you.
She smiled and wiped away the fake tears, walking back out of the house to check up on Sirith, to see how many other people he had killed.
I think I the tears were a bit much. she thought to herself with a wide grin on her face, the beach was close now. I'm just so dramatic, maybe I shouldn't have taken that acting class when I was youngeer... I should probably tell Viola that I was-
Giovanna's thought abrubtly ended as she stared straight forward at the beach. At Sirith and Naomi's sister, Sam. They were laughing, Sirith looked happier than she could ever imagine him being.
"If only Naomi could remember you," said Giovanna, loud enough for the two of them to hear, and then she said more quietly. "and if she knew about this."
Sirith's smile faded and Sam got up from all fours. Giovanna couldn't help but keep grinning at the site of them.
"I've finally gotten to hear you laugh Sirith," she said. "I never thought you could be so-"
So flirty! she ended in her thoughts.
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
**lol tex. yes, sirith is tex's secret lover, of course!**
[Sirith]
Sirith glared at Giovanni, but he couldn't make himself feel mad. He liked the feeling. He looked over at Sam, which made him smile, and then addressed Giovanna, "So what?"
Giovanna grinned mischievously, making Sirith nervous.
As he changed for the new day, Naomi waited patiently for him to finish. Then he exited his room- a clean white shirt on and jeans. Naomi stared at his choice of clothing.
"Rather plain, don't you think?" She asked.
Haimon just sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, you should dress more plainly." Haimon told her.
Naomi gave him a confused look. "Why?" She questioned.
He smiled. "Cause I'm taking you shopping in Tokyo, Japan."
Naomi gasped. "R-really!"
She jumped up and hugged Haimon. "Thank you so much Haimon!"
"You do know there's a reason why they erase their memories when they die, right? So if there was any pain in their past lives they could start off with a clean slate."
"So?" asked Sirith, looking a bit nervous.
The sly smile widened on Giovanna's face. "So... Maybe I should tell you after I ask you this,"
"What would you say if I could bring her memories back to her? Naomi would be able to remember you Sirith," she said smoothly. "she might not know about Haimon since she didn't know him before she died. Would you just love to have her back?"
Giovanna's gaze crossed over to Sam. "Or would you like to forget about that whole idea and build a new relationship with Sam?"
It's not that she didn't want to break up their relationship, but would he be willing to forget about Naomi? Giovanna waited patiently for his answer, Sam looked a little shocked.
"You can give her memories back to her?" she asked in whisper.
Giovanna shook her head. "No, but I know who can, one of the emotions in our house right now. But I won't tell until I get Sirith's answer I won't say who, and it's not Viola."
She looked back to Sirith once again, the mischivous smile widening across her face. If he chose that he wanted Naomi to get her past memories back, she would want to be with him, but what would happen with he and Sam? But if he chose not to, he might not ever be able to see Naomi again, but get Sam instead.
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
