Post by AKIHARA KAEDE on Aug 13, 2012 20:19:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]GATHER UP YOUR TEARS[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]AND KEEP'EM IN YOUR POCKET[/style][/style] | |
| [atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;] The blonde walked up to the headstone that belonged to her great-grandmother and set down the bouquet of white daisies in her hand. For as long as she could remember the sweet Akihara Kagome was the only elder of family that had genuinely cared for the children for who they were, not their potential contribution to the family name. The good-natured kindness the snowy-haired lady showed Kaede – however short it was – was more than refreshing. And for years it had been a piece of blurry memory that the junior had refused to let go of. As time passed by, she eventually learnt to seal those soft feelings in a box and piled them in the corner of her mind, but the occasional visits to the graveyard had become a habit. [/style]The graveyard wasn’t somewhere the citizens of Midori frequent, and for obvious reasons. After all who would want to be reminded that – no matter who you are or what you have done, amazing things or amazingly horrible things – everyone dies. Whether you are a saint or a devil, as long as your body is mortal in the end all that’ll be left would be a rotting corpse. But somehow Akihara Kaede had found herself taking a liking to the almost eerie tranquility of the place. The graveyard had been the only place she could think without having to worry about interruptions. It was almost laughable how she couldn’t feel completely safe in the comfort of her own room but somehow managed to achieve that when surrounded by hundreds, or even thousands of dead bodies. Kaede took off her jacket and spread the canary yellow blazer on the ground behind the tombstone. A soft sigh escaped from her lips as the sixteen year old sat down, enjoying the feeling of the cold smooth surface of the fine marble against her bare skin. The girl rolled her head back, just enough so she could get a peek at the cloudless sky through the curtain of pale golden locks. Pulling a knee close to her chest, Kaede wrapped her arms around the leg and allowed herself to relax her weight onto the headstone behind her. The refined curve that was always playing on her lips was lost in the wind. the usually smiling face now void of expression, to the point she could be easily mistaken as a finely crafted mannequin if not for the slight heaves of her chest. After what seemed like hours – although Kaede knew it couldn’t be more than half – the peace was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. Oceanic eyes snapped towards the side towards the voice, clearly displeased by the sudden intrusion into her haven. Despite the graveyard being a public facility, this specific corner was mostly filled with the ancestors of the upper families and the related ones, which rarely had any visitors. And as a part of them the young Akihara knew exactly how they’re like. The unwillingness to dwell on the past, and the lack of sympathy for the fallen. Much like the person she had grown into. The fair-skinned female weighed her choices, and finally decided that it wasn’t worth ruining her much needed peace over such a petty matter. Closing her eyes she pretended to be asleep, and hopefully the newcomer would know better than to disturb a lady’s rest. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 140px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: arial; color: #494949; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left; border-bottom: 2px solid #494949; font-weight: bold;]TAGS[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;]aoi[/style] [style=font-family: arial; color: #494949; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left; border-bottom: 2px solid #494949; font-weight: bold;]WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;]559[/style] [style=font-family: arial; color: #494949; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left; border-bottom: 2px solid #494949; font-weight: bold;]NOTES[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;]...i'm sorry this turned into a giant blob of character study ; A ;[/style] |
