Second chapter.I have never been good with the title creation .;; I
couldn't think of anything else O.o;
I hope you like it ^_^
More chapters to come.eventually.
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".This mansion is the beginning of your nightmare."
I have never been fond of trips that involved sea crossing, but we couldn't complain, Shin-Ra hadn't developed the technology necessary for any other means of transports, -and not that they would employ it in the Turks- all they had were barely finished projects, one of them was the construction of an airship, or so I believed, my mind cannot recollect well.
My second encounter with her, my muse, was at deck of the ship, we didn't have a long way to go. I have been a man of a few words all my life, my traveling companions are proof of this. The barely words my lips spelt lacked of tact and were barely intentioned to comfort if they needed to. This case was not the exception.
The day was calm, the sun's rays fell on us, the songs of birds were my score, for once in m lifetime, my mind was blank. A sound soon disturbed me, the sound of a door opening, then shutting abruptly.
I sailed my eyes from the see over to the spring of the action, for my surprised they locked on her. Rebellious hair danced above her with the breezed that whilst past us. My eyes were imprisoned in her beauty.
Back in Costa del Sol I thought I had admired her simplicity, her young and lively features and alleged I was deeply lost, but I assume I was mistaken, for the way I saw her that time on that boat, is encrypted in my mind as the moment I fell for her.
Calmly, she walked from her spot on the door over to the rail that circled the boat. I kept my eyes on her the whole time.
But her eyes never turned to glimpse at me, not even once.
We arrived at Nibelheim by the afternoon. I have been told to stay on guard over the door of the mansion, report if anything suspicious took place. Who would do something in that boring town? The habitants were nice,too nice for my like. Children ran about, hiding, shouting, playing. Those words, I barely knew, for the first thing my eyes saw was a crying woman and a man that shouted at her, they said to be my parents.
Time went by, boredom and solitude bonded together in a sick game meant where I lay as pray. Nibelheim stood deserted and the -secret experiments- were something quotidian in the town, even now people would comment about the trivial things of the whole affair, like if they knew something about it, it made me sick in a way. Who gave these persons the power to speak what they did not know? I was among them, a pawn sent by the same corporation, but my mind never felt curios about what was being developed.
The mansion held enough rooms for the Turk squad and that of the scientist's, my encounters -with the lady in white- increased. But they never passed from being a simple, quick game of glances I shoot, most of the time I didn't get answered.
My mind was in a haze. How could I speak to her? About what? What if she found me boring? She was a scientist, experienced and intelligent, while I was just a soldier in a pretty suit. My chances of survival were close to nothing, my heart felt a void.
I didn't give up, I still haven't.
I hope you like it ^_^
More chapters to come.eventually.
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".This mansion is the beginning of your nightmare."
I have never been fond of trips that involved sea crossing, but we couldn't complain, Shin-Ra hadn't developed the technology necessary for any other means of transports, -and not that they would employ it in the Turks- all they had were barely finished projects, one of them was the construction of an airship, or so I believed, my mind cannot recollect well.
My second encounter with her, my muse, was at deck of the ship, we didn't have a long way to go. I have been a man of a few words all my life, my traveling companions are proof of this. The barely words my lips spelt lacked of tact and were barely intentioned to comfort if they needed to. This case was not the exception.
The day was calm, the sun's rays fell on us, the songs of birds were my score, for once in m lifetime, my mind was blank. A sound soon disturbed me, the sound of a door opening, then shutting abruptly.
I sailed my eyes from the see over to the spring of the action, for my surprised they locked on her. Rebellious hair danced above her with the breezed that whilst past us. My eyes were imprisoned in her beauty.
Back in Costa del Sol I thought I had admired her simplicity, her young and lively features and alleged I was deeply lost, but I assume I was mistaken, for the way I saw her that time on that boat, is encrypted in my mind as the moment I fell for her.
Calmly, she walked from her spot on the door over to the rail that circled the boat. I kept my eyes on her the whole time.
But her eyes never turned to glimpse at me, not even once.
We arrived at Nibelheim by the afternoon. I have been told to stay on guard over the door of the mansion, report if anything suspicious took place. Who would do something in that boring town? The habitants were nice,too nice for my like. Children ran about, hiding, shouting, playing. Those words, I barely knew, for the first thing my eyes saw was a crying woman and a man that shouted at her, they said to be my parents.
Time went by, boredom and solitude bonded together in a sick game meant where I lay as pray. Nibelheim stood deserted and the -secret experiments- were something quotidian in the town, even now people would comment about the trivial things of the whole affair, like if they knew something about it, it made me sick in a way. Who gave these persons the power to speak what they did not know? I was among them, a pawn sent by the same corporation, but my mind never felt curios about what was being developed.
The mansion held enough rooms for the Turk squad and that of the scientist's, my encounters -with the lady in white- increased. But they never passed from being a simple, quick game of glances I shoot, most of the time I didn't get answered.
My mind was in a haze. How could I speak to her? About what? What if she found me boring? She was a scientist, experienced and intelligent, while I was just a soldier in a pretty suit. My chances of survival were close to nothing, my heart felt a void.
I didn't give up, I still haven't.
