Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
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I'm sorry for the lack of updates; I've been a bit pressed for time the last few days.
I realize I didn't explain the reason behind Heero's inability to speak, that information is coming later on in the story.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it. If you haven't reviewed I'd like to hear from you, even if it's only a quick one liner.
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Sliding off of the lavish bed I made my way over the lush carpet. The soft material was made of alpaca wool and felt like walking on feathery down. Iria had complained that it was such a dull gray color but I had mentioned the color couldn't bother me. She could have made no argument over that statement. Then again even if I could see I wouldn't of minded, but she needn't know that.
Though she was a wonderful person with a large heart she was still caught up in appearances like most people of wealth. If I said I couldn't care less about looks and appearances she would assume it was because I couldn't see them, but that wasn't so. Even when I had the ability of sight I never saw the point. All the cloths and expensive furnishings were nothing but ornaments in a gilded cage.
I pushed open the door and frowned slightly when my feet came in contact with the cold tile floor. I hurried to the bath, drawing hot water into the large basin. The sound echoed off the walls in a soothing rhythm. No other sound could be heard but the soft deep tones of water hitting the marble bath and the softer melody of the stray droplets.
Iria and the rest of my sisters always wondered why I woke up at such horrid hours as she called them. It was simple, I liked to bask in the silence and listen to the soft sounds no one else ever noticed. I liked to feel the warmth of the first rays of sunlight upon my skin and pretend to see the sun rise. If I told them that they would think I was insane, none of them would understand. No one would. Except possible Heero might. I think he would understand how I feel about such things, because I think he would feel the same.
I could just imagine him watching the sun rise and in the silence forgetting he could speak. TO be able to pretend for a moment that he wasn't mute but silent in respect for the birth of a new day.
Smiling to no one I slid into the hot bath, a soft sigh escaping my lips and mingling with the sound of rushing water. My hand slips out of the warmth and turns the metal spout off, filling the room with silence. The only sound is the wind from the window and my own breathing.
The subtle movement of the water feels good on my exposed skin, soothing and calm. The ripples of the water are like finger tips barely brushing against my collar bone and shoulders. Just like Heero's touch.
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A chest had been set into the wall below the eastern window. I sat motionless upon its cool surface as I stared put the window. Had someone walked in on me they would have thought I was a statue perhaps. It had happened before. I had been sitting on a park bench, staring at the gray cloudy sky caught in the leafless branches of an old tree. My gray jacket and black jeans had only added to the effect so it was no wonder when a small finch had landed on my shoulder. It didn't do anything more than perch so I saw no reason to disturb it. How ever I had been annoyed when two small spoiled children had thrown pebbles at me and the bird. The middle aged woman in business attire had done nothing to stop them. When the woman had turned see had muttered about how the artist could have picked a better outfit for a statue that everyone had to see.
That had been the last straw. I caught the next thrown stone and stood up, glaring at the three of them. They had been so shocked they hadn't said a thing as I walked away.
How could people be so caught up in appearances? It was only a veneer, a gilded thing. Many of the kids at school wore expensive ill fitting clothing that pinched or swam about their form. The wealthy wore even worse things in order to appear fashionable. Even if I had the money to afford such things I wouldn't want them. I had no problem with looking nice but to me that was a clean button up shirt, cloth pants, and clean shoes. If anything I would buy a new shirt or better yet a new pair of shoes. I hadn't had a new pair in years, only second hand give always. I didn't mind that they were old since they were also broken in but it would be nice to have a pair that fit properly.
After seeing the closet and dresser last night I doubted I would have anything but new during my stay here. Unfortunately I also wouldn't have many articles of clothing that wouldn't be uncomfortable.
I shouldn't complain and I didn't plan on asking for anything. It would be ungrateful and they might even consider me insane for wanting a cheap cotton shirt and jeans over an Armani suit. They wouldn't understand, no one would. Except, possible Quatre. The blonde boy seemed to understand me in a way no else ever had. Perhaps he would at least see I wasn't insane even if he didn't agree with me about such a trivial thing.
Returning my attention to the window I smiled slightly as the navy sky was kissed with red and gold. Slowly the canvas of blue lightened as the massive fiery sphere rose. The sky was painted with tongues of flame. The colors and sky brushed against each other and bloomed like morning glories. The scarlet fleece surrounding the sun changed hue as the crimson ball flew into the sky.
The rising and setting of the sun was like a small child tossing a brightly colored ball into the air and letting it fall back into the safety of their hands. It was a miracle that many took for granted.
The first rays of entered the window and brushed over my skin like warm soft finger tips. Soft caresses and gentle kisses upon my skin. Just like Quatre's touch
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
****
I'm sorry for the lack of updates; I've been a bit pressed for time the last few days.
I realize I didn't explain the reason behind Heero's inability to speak, that information is coming later on in the story.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it. If you haven't reviewed I'd like to hear from you, even if it's only a quick one liner.
****
Sliding off of the lavish bed I made my way over the lush carpet. The soft material was made of alpaca wool and felt like walking on feathery down. Iria had complained that it was such a dull gray color but I had mentioned the color couldn't bother me. She could have made no argument over that statement. Then again even if I could see I wouldn't of minded, but she needn't know that.
Though she was a wonderful person with a large heart she was still caught up in appearances like most people of wealth. If I said I couldn't care less about looks and appearances she would assume it was because I couldn't see them, but that wasn't so. Even when I had the ability of sight I never saw the point. All the cloths and expensive furnishings were nothing but ornaments in a gilded cage.
I pushed open the door and frowned slightly when my feet came in contact with the cold tile floor. I hurried to the bath, drawing hot water into the large basin. The sound echoed off the walls in a soothing rhythm. No other sound could be heard but the soft deep tones of water hitting the marble bath and the softer melody of the stray droplets.
Iria and the rest of my sisters always wondered why I woke up at such horrid hours as she called them. It was simple, I liked to bask in the silence and listen to the soft sounds no one else ever noticed. I liked to feel the warmth of the first rays of sunlight upon my skin and pretend to see the sun rise. If I told them that they would think I was insane, none of them would understand. No one would. Except possible Heero might. I think he would understand how I feel about such things, because I think he would feel the same.
I could just imagine him watching the sun rise and in the silence forgetting he could speak. TO be able to pretend for a moment that he wasn't mute but silent in respect for the birth of a new day.
Smiling to no one I slid into the hot bath, a soft sigh escaping my lips and mingling with the sound of rushing water. My hand slips out of the warmth and turns the metal spout off, filling the room with silence. The only sound is the wind from the window and my own breathing.
The subtle movement of the water feels good on my exposed skin, soothing and calm. The ripples of the water are like finger tips barely brushing against my collar bone and shoulders. Just like Heero's touch.
****
A chest had been set into the wall below the eastern window. I sat motionless upon its cool surface as I stared put the window. Had someone walked in on me they would have thought I was a statue perhaps. It had happened before. I had been sitting on a park bench, staring at the gray cloudy sky caught in the leafless branches of an old tree. My gray jacket and black jeans had only added to the effect so it was no wonder when a small finch had landed on my shoulder. It didn't do anything more than perch so I saw no reason to disturb it. How ever I had been annoyed when two small spoiled children had thrown pebbles at me and the bird. The middle aged woman in business attire had done nothing to stop them. When the woman had turned see had muttered about how the artist could have picked a better outfit for a statue that everyone had to see.
That had been the last straw. I caught the next thrown stone and stood up, glaring at the three of them. They had been so shocked they hadn't said a thing as I walked away.
How could people be so caught up in appearances? It was only a veneer, a gilded thing. Many of the kids at school wore expensive ill fitting clothing that pinched or swam about their form. The wealthy wore even worse things in order to appear fashionable. Even if I had the money to afford such things I wouldn't want them. I had no problem with looking nice but to me that was a clean button up shirt, cloth pants, and clean shoes. If anything I would buy a new shirt or better yet a new pair of shoes. I hadn't had a new pair in years, only second hand give always. I didn't mind that they were old since they were also broken in but it would be nice to have a pair that fit properly.
After seeing the closet and dresser last night I doubted I would have anything but new during my stay here. Unfortunately I also wouldn't have many articles of clothing that wouldn't be uncomfortable.
I shouldn't complain and I didn't plan on asking for anything. It would be ungrateful and they might even consider me insane for wanting a cheap cotton shirt and jeans over an Armani suit. They wouldn't understand, no one would. Except, possible Quatre. The blonde boy seemed to understand me in a way no else ever had. Perhaps he would at least see I wasn't insane even if he didn't agree with me about such a trivial thing.
Returning my attention to the window I smiled slightly as the navy sky was kissed with red and gold. Slowly the canvas of blue lightened as the massive fiery sphere rose. The sky was painted with tongues of flame. The colors and sky brushed against each other and bloomed like morning glories. The scarlet fleece surrounding the sun changed hue as the crimson ball flew into the sky.
The rising and setting of the sun was like a small child tossing a brightly colored ball into the air and letting it fall back into the safety of their hands. It was a miracle that many took for granted.
The first rays of entered the window and brushed over my skin like warm soft finger tips. Soft caresses and gentle kisses upon my skin. Just like Quatre's touch
