Post by Kyte Lycan on Jan 11, 2010 18:16:36 GMT -5
For Your Consideration
.Alas, My Love,
Pawns: Kyte Lycan and Véronique
.You do me wrong
Status: Open
.To cast me off discourteously.
Current Count:
.For I have loved you well and long,
Time: Winter Break Return
.Delighted in
Style: Jeans and a sweater, hair up
.Your company
Kyte slipped down into the dew-covered grass and stared at it, running his fingers over the strands as he sat. He had come through a side entry to avoid the bustle of the other students as they returned to their dorms with their things. He hadn't moved much around or taken much back with him to his home in Scotland, and as usual, his parents were a little awkward around him. He was pleased to return to this place. Among the gifted, where he could ignore being ignored. His hair was tied up with a green ribbon, a gift from his mother that had been a little awkward for her to give as a gift to her son, he supposed, and the thick, soft folds of the cotton sweater in white with silk green lining was also among the Christmas gifts he had received. He sat there, leaning onto his arms with his legs folded to his side, looking every bit a woman for anyone who spotted him from the corner of their eye.
His brown-red eyes glanced about actively, seeking sight of someone he recalled from this jaded life. He knew they would eventually find him here, beneath this tree, staring off into the horizon over the nearby loch. She just had not yet caught wind of his existence yet, he presumed. Kyte plucked a blade of grass and placed it firmly between his lips before coaxing out a soft, melodious noise from it and then again, creating notes to string together into a slightly different take on Greensleeves.
