Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Aug 8, 2011 18:41:02 GMT -5
Caitlyn pushed gently at the old wooden door, the thing creaking on its rusty hinges. She surveyed the scene before her: a dusty, circular chamber with a high ceiling. She looked out the tall and thin window to the school below, hardly admiring the view. She found it difficlt to admire anything as of late. She had a depression of such an inexplicable kind. It hit fast and hard upon her return to Mille-feuille.
Tears would have welled up in her eyes, if it wasn't for the utter lack of emotion there was. Sad wouldn't even be an understatement for what she felt; it had nothing to do with what she felt. She would have preferred sadness over this beastly depression any day, really.
Caitlyn pushed the thoughts away and gripped her book. Come now, Caitlyn. Now is not the time to wallow in silly emptiness. Read a book for Christ's sake. With that, Caitlyn chose the brightest spot of the stone chamber and sat down on the dusty floor. It was a good thing she chose to wear a simple coordinate for the day: A long, lacey number of a faded green coupled with an old cream cardigan. It was an old dress of hers, so she didn't mind it getting a little dirty.
Caitlyn opened her book. She would have been eager to begin, but she didn't feel even a spark of excitement. She seemed like she wanted to be left alone, and that was probably the case, but a small part of her wished to be interrupted. To be alone like this wasn't the best choice for her at that moment, because it was so terribly quiet, for not even her mind wandered happily--or sadly. No, not even the book she was reading could capture her focus enough to help her ignore the depression.
Only one word whispered through her mind, one with an odd cadence, too hard to ignore; one she almost whipsered into the air; or maybe she did but never noticed. It was a quiet, delicate word, but strong in it's presence. It was a word that Caitlyn didn't notice was commanding her emotions at that very moment.
Viljo...
She turned the page.
(OOT: I hope I am still welcome in these parts of the internet! My apologies for my adrupt and long absence. Hopefully this is a decent reintroduction to the Mille-feuille world!)
Tears would have welled up in her eyes, if it wasn't for the utter lack of emotion there was. Sad wouldn't even be an understatement for what she felt; it had nothing to do with what she felt. She would have preferred sadness over this beastly depression any day, really.
Caitlyn pushed the thoughts away and gripped her book. Come now, Caitlyn. Now is not the time to wallow in silly emptiness. Read a book for Christ's sake. With that, Caitlyn chose the brightest spot of the stone chamber and sat down on the dusty floor. It was a good thing she chose to wear a simple coordinate for the day: A long, lacey number of a faded green coupled with an old cream cardigan. It was an old dress of hers, so she didn't mind it getting a little dirty.
Caitlyn opened her book. She would have been eager to begin, but she didn't feel even a spark of excitement. She seemed like she wanted to be left alone, and that was probably the case, but a small part of her wished to be interrupted. To be alone like this wasn't the best choice for her at that moment, because it was so terribly quiet, for not even her mind wandered happily--or sadly. No, not even the book she was reading could capture her focus enough to help her ignore the depression.
Only one word whispered through her mind, one with an odd cadence, too hard to ignore; one she almost whipsered into the air; or maybe she did but never noticed. It was a quiet, delicate word, but strong in it's presence. It was a word that Caitlyn didn't notice was commanding her emotions at that very moment.
Viljo...
She turned the page.
(OOT: I hope I am still welcome in these parts of the internet! My apologies for my adrupt and long absence. Hopefully this is a decent reintroduction to the Mille-feuille world!)