Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, even if I wish I did. Also, the italicized lines aren't mine.

Author's Note: Guess what? I'm on spring break! Yay! So for the next week, I'm free to lounge around at home, hard at work doing all the things I've been putting off: my paintings, volunteer work, more swimming, and of course, writing the sequel to Collision. The first four or so chapters are saftely in my head, but it's high time to get them on paper, isn't it? But this time, I vow to have at least ten chapters done before publishing so I'm not crammed at the end, juggling school and everything else as well so you'll have to wait until summer before I post it. June 15, here I come.

So in the meantime, I have some more drabbles for you. This one was inspired by this amazing song I just downloaded (legally): Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton. It's lovely...I remember hearing this years and years ago and loving it. The italics are the refrain from the song. Enjoy:


(But He Was)

Looking To the Sky

The sky of Ireland was as blue as she had ever seen it. Just as any other day, the great expanse above seemed to stretch endlessly over the crisp green horizon, its perfection only interrupted by the small figures in the distance. Among them, one stood alone, his slight form a dark-suited splotch among the pristine landscape, his visage turned to face the azure of the sky.

At that moment, to her, he was just an ordinary boy, just another boy despite all his eccentricities. And yet, as she regarded him, she wondered why he stared at the sky with such intensity.

There's nothing special about him, she told herself adamantly. He's just another boy.

But he was looking to the sky.

And when she next saw him, she could've sworn that he had stolen a bit of that intense azure and captured it in his own eyes, so blue they were.

And he stared right past her, despite all her attentions, despite all she wondered but never dared to ask.

But he was looking to the sky.

The years past and the sky remained. Sometimes, at night, the blue was so dim, it'd almost faded altogether, but she held comfort in the fact that a slice of blue, however infinitesimal, remained at the edge of the horizon, waiting.

And he, his skies took him to lands far away, to cross the world in search of the impossible. For all his darkness, she always awaited his return as she watched for those rare shooting stars that cut across the night sky, a brief reprieve from the inescapable black.

Sometimes, she detested the fact that she lived on borrowed light, that she could not too capture a bit of blue in her own sights. Sometimes, she even hated him for it.

But he was looking to the sky.

They say that the sky had no limits, but she knew that it was not true. One could only go so far, so high before the darkness would catch him in its grasp and he would forced to descend back into the safety of the azure. Or at least, she hoped.

For perhaps, if it was true, that even the seemingly endless expanse of the sky had a limit, surely he did too. And one day, perhaps he would sink back to the horizon, his feet firmly planted on the crisp green fields as he had stood that day so long ago.

But he was looking to the sky.

And never once had she considered the possibility that he may encounter another sky on his travels. After all, when one sky is already too much for a single soul to behold, how can there ever be another? But again, she was mistaken.

Even the sky needs its light, and it didn't come from the moons circling about, living on borrowed light. It came from the sun.

Yes, her hair was as bright as the lustrous gold of the sun and apt to accompany the sky on its many journeys. And when one could be so close to touch the radiance of the sun, who needed a moon? No one, and especially not him would look to the harsh, unforgiving ground when all the heavens was within their grasp, no matter what waited below.

Maybe, if he did not have sky in his sights, he might've glanced down at the world on the ground and saw something incredible among the ordinary. She was no sky, no sun, nothing extraordinary, but perhaps… Part of her still waited for that day she knew would never come.

But he was too occupied looking to the sky.


Author's Note: I just adore this song and I tried to capture a bit of it in this, but I'm not sure I succeeded. I know I tried the star-analogy last time and not to great avail but I had to. It just came. Sorry if it sucked.

For those of you are staring at the screen in confusion, it's from Juliet's POV, about Artemis and a bit of Minerva, too. Get it?

And now, I'd just like to inform you that I have about ten of these still unposted and all of spring break to fix them up so the more you review, the more I post. I mean, I could very well post every day next week and not run out, if that's what you'd like. So make it happen, guys-- review!

Lily