Grabbing the knob of the door slowly, Dilandau procrastinated it's opening. What business here for her? How had she found him? Questions swam through his head. Gaining up his courage, opened the door finally was.
"Hello. Dilandau Albatou, I presume?" asked a slim, pale girl of about fifteen years of age. Taken back, shock flew through Dilandau's veins. The angel he'd been watching for years was here. Knew his name. To much to take in at once.
Curiousity crossed the girl's face. "Are you feeling alright?" All the boy could muster was a slight nod. Immediately his glance fell to the floor. 'Why am I being such a dumb ass?' He asked himself privately, just wishing that the caller would leave him in peace.
Side stepping around Dilandau, the girl entered his house. "Oh! I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Lani. I read your poem in the journal a few weeks ago. It was beautiful..it really touched my heart. You should become a writer, you know."
For the first time, Dilandau raised his head to look at her. He realized that she was wet; her hair was dripping from the cruel tyrant of rain. "..Thanks, I suppose." Was all he could reply to such a compliment, seeing as he'd never really gotten one before.
Smiling, the girl leaned up against a wall. "Not to freak you out or anything, but I've seen you around town, and I've been dying to meet you. I never really had the courage to just walk up to you and talk, though. Took nearly a month to find your house. No one seemed to know where you lived, even though you write for the Zaibach journal on a regular basis. Had to find it for myself." She concluded, tapping her hand against the wood of the back wall.
"Well, I like to be secluded." Dilandau replied, not meaning to sound as harsh as he had. Lani looked a little bit stunned, and even disappointed. "Really, I am sorry to bother you, then..I just really wanted to tell you how great of a writer you are. Not to mention attractive.." she said, gaining a little bit of pink to each of her cheeks.
"..You're all wet." Dilandau commented, feeling uncomfortable. Grabbing the cloak from around the chair he'd napped in, he wrapped it around Lani's shoulders, fastening it at the neck. Shocked was he, as Lani grabbed his hand with her own. Tinges of coldness crossed his fingers, as they intertwined with the girl's.
Sensing that he was uncomfortable, Lani let go of his hand. "..I'm..I'm sorry. I should get going now." She remarked, handing Dilandau back his cloak. She walked out the door, and out of his life (for the moment ^.~).
"Hello. Dilandau Albatou, I presume?" asked a slim, pale girl of about fifteen years of age. Taken back, shock flew through Dilandau's veins. The angel he'd been watching for years was here. Knew his name. To much to take in at once.
Curiousity crossed the girl's face. "Are you feeling alright?" All the boy could muster was a slight nod. Immediately his glance fell to the floor. 'Why am I being such a dumb ass?' He asked himself privately, just wishing that the caller would leave him in peace.
Side stepping around Dilandau, the girl entered his house. "Oh! I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Lani. I read your poem in the journal a few weeks ago. It was beautiful..it really touched my heart. You should become a writer, you know."
For the first time, Dilandau raised his head to look at her. He realized that she was wet; her hair was dripping from the cruel tyrant of rain. "..Thanks, I suppose." Was all he could reply to such a compliment, seeing as he'd never really gotten one before.
Smiling, the girl leaned up against a wall. "Not to freak you out or anything, but I've seen you around town, and I've been dying to meet you. I never really had the courage to just walk up to you and talk, though. Took nearly a month to find your house. No one seemed to know where you lived, even though you write for the Zaibach journal on a regular basis. Had to find it for myself." She concluded, tapping her hand against the wood of the back wall.
"Well, I like to be secluded." Dilandau replied, not meaning to sound as harsh as he had. Lani looked a little bit stunned, and even disappointed. "Really, I am sorry to bother you, then..I just really wanted to tell you how great of a writer you are. Not to mention attractive.." she said, gaining a little bit of pink to each of her cheeks.
"..You're all wet." Dilandau commented, feeling uncomfortable. Grabbing the cloak from around the chair he'd napped in, he wrapped it around Lani's shoulders, fastening it at the neck. Shocked was he, as Lani grabbed his hand with her own. Tinges of coldness crossed his fingers, as they intertwined with the girl's.
Sensing that he was uncomfortable, Lani let go of his hand. "..I'm..I'm sorry. I should get going now." She remarked, handing Dilandau back his cloak. She walked out the door, and out of his life (for the moment ^.~).