In celebration of a new year, I have launched a new drabble series(let me hear some cheers?), updated once a month, no pairings(at least most of them), and ranges widely from birthday celebrations to holidays and even character exploration. (Just anything and everything I can come up with )XD Any questions on how this works, do ask as I'll be happy to reply! V
First day of the year, lets start off fresh with Miranda's turn to shine! I don't own anything.
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A Year In Length
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000 January 1st: That last snowstorm pass and the cold air is still.
Miranda, she could taste the snowflake gliding a wet trail down her pale frozen cheek, melting right at the corner of her mouth. Her long black dress trailed at the ground, picking up the slush that licked at the dark fringes, tasting the bitter dust that had gathered during the long winter slumber.
Listening, she could hear the faint dripping of water from the frozen icicles dangling on the branches of bare trees. The chilled wind made the slight wave in her hair give a bounce, and a shiver crawled down her shirtfront.
She caught the fragile green poking up from beneath the white, bending down she dug at the snow with her fingers, quickly numbed and frozen from the tips till the ends. She saw the dirt and it was frozen, her fingers were red from the cold and her nails were rimmed with black from the soil.
It was going to die. The snow was cold, it was very cold.
And she could do nothing about it.
Standing up she wiped her hands on her dress, heavy maroon fabric contrasting against the snow.
"Miranda!" She looked up at the sound of her name.
The bright red made her avert her gaze, she could only blame her own instincts.
"Hello… Rabi." Struggling in her mind she fought to find an honorific, anything to call the other with, but her search was fruitless and the results came back zero and she cringed under the pressure.
"Didn't want to see me?" The red head had fallen into steps with her with a joking tone to his voice, slowly as he led her out of the cold. Her dark eyes widened as she snapped her head up to face him and with her hands held up, she waved vigorously. "No, no, no! I am really happy to see you! Just surprised, that's all."
She insisted, desperation showing through her face. Rabi gave her a pat, oblivious to the small flinch at the physical contact that she let out. "Don't be so nervous, you make a guy feel nervous too!"
He gave a laugh as he held the door open for her.
"I am so sorry!" She bowed her head before walking through the door with a rushed, "thank you!"
"Your welcome." He gave a grin before grabbing a hold of her arm; she let out a surprised gasp, turning with confusion knitted on her face and a question right at the tip of her tongue. And as if he could read right through her, Rabi had said, "I'll tell you, just a little longer."
A wink, a secret and she was pulled along the hall.
Her father had said: Alles gute zum Geburtstag! before pulling her into his lap. That was at least 15 years ago. His hands were warm, like Rabi's and the way he had said it brought a smile to her lips; only it was even brighter than the ones Rabi could muster (and it was heartfelt real).
"Right here!" They had stopped and he had proudly declared it, just like a child would to their mother with a sloppy drawing of their family clutched between their fingers. She looked at the closed door, lost as to his intentions, dark eyes swarming with that confused puppy glow. She was hesitant because she didn't want to misunderstand anyone but even this time the trick was beyond her.
"…The cafeteria?"
Rabi's grin never wavered; he just let go of her arm and gave her a little push to the door.
"Open it."
And she complied, fingers trembling as she reached out, touching the handle of the doors.
It gave a creak—
Alles gute zum Geburtstag! That is what her mother had said before cutting her the biggest slice of the cake. That was most definitely, if her memory of them were still in tact, almost 15 years ago.
Rabi leaned in and whispered.
"Happy birthday, Miranda."
It was mixed with the shout from their voices.
She blinked at the lot of them, confetti fell from the ceiling and a cake was wheeled in front of her as Rabi ushered her further into the room. A knife was shoved into her hands as they lit the candles to a glowing red.
She bowed, palm clammy with cold sweat as she let out a quiet, "Danke schön." The cake was cut.
And over the roar of the party, her thanks went unheard but the smile remained on the face, stubborn to stay even for just one day.
XXX Kuro
Happy New Year and Happy Birthday Miranda!! V
Man, I love this girl, she is such a sweetheart with such an interesting character! And throwing Rabi is there was uber fun, the gloomiest with the brightest, the contrast between them was so awesome! :D Hope everyone have an awesome 2009!!~
German to English:
Alles gute zum Geburtstag!— Happy Birthday!
Danke schön.— Thank you.