OK, OK, I know, I know… this is probablyt he shortest chapter in the
history of… uh… Cadbury-dom. I just had to knock something out before I
head off to spring break… just wanted to hint a little more about the
'platinum boy', not that I really need to, and one of the new Dragoons…
hope you guys like this, eensy weensy teeny short as it may be. I'll try
to get more soon! Also, if anyone wants to offer any suggestions of things
they'd like to see in the story or suggestions on cities to use and
whatnot, be my guest and let me know, pleeeease! OK, I'll shut up and let
ya'll read. ;-)
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Brandon perched precariously on the edge of the diving board, a good twenty feet above the Olympic-sized swimming pool housed in the university gym, his body faintly quivering. He'd been diving practically all his life, and yet… there was always that little moment of hesitation before he went. He shifted his position, sending his center of gravity forward. He felt the slight friction of leather against his left wrist. He knew he wasn't supposed to wear accessories such as the bracelet in the pool, but somehow, having the simple leather cord, with a single aquamarine stone, made him feel more at ease.
~ Here I go, sis, ~ He thought, as he jumped.
It was almost as if he could hear a girl's voice in his head, whispering for him to go for it. For the briefest moments, it was as if he were flying. The closest he could come to flying was falling, but he didn't mind. Brandon was doing it for her.
And when he hit the water, he was gliding, descending smoothly into another world; a wavering crystalline blue world, where the obnoxious sounds of the everyday world were muffled and filtered away, and the light came down in wavering, glittering streams. He went from bird to dolphin.
But, even dolphins have to breathe, and the slender, dusky skinned diver came to the surface of the pool, his pulse pounding in his ears as he took a deep breath.
"You need more height in your jump… you'd be able to better complete your flip if you did," A voice called.
Brandon jerked in surprise, nearly diving under the water again. He felt a blush heat his face. "I-I didn't know anyone else was in here…" He looked around, but he couldn't see the source of the voice.
"You looked like you were flying… towards the water, anyway. But your technique still needs work," the voice continued.
All of a sudden, he was there, kneeling at the edge of the pool just as Brandon was about to climb out. He leaned forward, a towel slung over his shoulder. His platinum hair fell over his eyes, but Brandon could clearly see the hand offered to him.
Brandon's tanned hand took the alabaster of the stranger. "Thanks-" He began, but stopped when the grip offered him turned vice-like. The diver gasped as the stranger lifted him out of the pool-- all the way out of the pool, by one hand.
"I think that sissy bracelet weighs you down. Maybe you should let me hold it for you," The boy said, lifting his face to reveal his bright eyes, the crimson irises burning with inner power.
Brandon tried to open his mouth to yell for help, but no sound seemed to come out.
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Brandon perched precariously on the edge of the diving board, a good twenty feet above the Olympic-sized swimming pool housed in the university gym, his body faintly quivering. He'd been diving practically all his life, and yet… there was always that little moment of hesitation before he went. He shifted his position, sending his center of gravity forward. He felt the slight friction of leather against his left wrist. He knew he wasn't supposed to wear accessories such as the bracelet in the pool, but somehow, having the simple leather cord, with a single aquamarine stone, made him feel more at ease.
~ Here I go, sis, ~ He thought, as he jumped.
It was almost as if he could hear a girl's voice in his head, whispering for him to go for it. For the briefest moments, it was as if he were flying. The closest he could come to flying was falling, but he didn't mind. Brandon was doing it for her.
And when he hit the water, he was gliding, descending smoothly into another world; a wavering crystalline blue world, where the obnoxious sounds of the everyday world were muffled and filtered away, and the light came down in wavering, glittering streams. He went from bird to dolphin.
But, even dolphins have to breathe, and the slender, dusky skinned diver came to the surface of the pool, his pulse pounding in his ears as he took a deep breath.
"You need more height in your jump… you'd be able to better complete your flip if you did," A voice called.
Brandon jerked in surprise, nearly diving under the water again. He felt a blush heat his face. "I-I didn't know anyone else was in here…" He looked around, but he couldn't see the source of the voice.
"You looked like you were flying… towards the water, anyway. But your technique still needs work," the voice continued.
All of a sudden, he was there, kneeling at the edge of the pool just as Brandon was about to climb out. He leaned forward, a towel slung over his shoulder. His platinum hair fell over his eyes, but Brandon could clearly see the hand offered to him.
Brandon's tanned hand took the alabaster of the stranger. "Thanks-" He began, but stopped when the grip offered him turned vice-like. The diver gasped as the stranger lifted him out of the pool-- all the way out of the pool, by one hand.
"I think that sissy bracelet weighs you down. Maybe you should let me hold it for you," The boy said, lifting his face to reveal his bright eyes, the crimson irises burning with inner power.
Brandon tried to open his mouth to yell for help, but no sound seemed to come out.
