I wrote this instead of listening to my Calculus teacher. Boo math.
I don't own. I'm not creative enough.
Roderich brought the music from its thrilling crescendo down to the last dying strains of sweet melancholic indifference. He paused, hands on the keys, listening intently. Usually he thought she is standing by the door when I am finished. He slowly took his hands off the keys, smiling softly at the thought of her watching him play. She always thinks I am unaware of her soft sigh when the music stops, her slight blush when she realizes I am waiting for her he thought, gently polishing his glasses on his handkerchief that every true gentleman possesses and generously distributes to any maiden in distress.
I wonder where she could be. Perhaps she fell asleep in the garden again… He soundlessly made his way through the corridors, a faint flutter in his stomach at the prospect of seeing her. He found her asleep, curled up like a small child on a bench in the gazebo, her hair flowing off the side like a chestnut waterfall. He bent and picked up the flower that had fallen from her hand, tucking it gently into her hair. He seated himself at the end of a nearby adjoining bench, watching her blissfully sleeping form. He allowed her peace to fill him vicariously.
Breathing in the sweet perfume of the blooming flower he slowly leaned toward her, hand cupping the side of her face, thumb brushing her cheek in a slow, rhythmic motion. He was surprised by his own audacity; he was usually so guarded with his feelings. But then again he thought she is my goddess.
This is my first fan fiction. Review please! :D