Ok I'm back listening to this very depressing piano song, but it is so
good! My friend has got talent that's few sure. I'm still working on longer
chapters and more action. But there will be some time for that in some
certain chapters. Yeah, she is reading poetry (the pianist) still very
good. Hopefully I can show how Adriana as the person she is in the future,
uh maybe not yet. She is one of my more complex characters. Sigh, now the
pianist is playing this song called "Daydream", I really have to talk about
this song, and it is so unbelievably beautiful. If you want to read about
my comments towards the song look at the bottom of the page. Hope the line
helps.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne or my friends' elegant song!
This is my little spot where I thank all the people that reviewed my story. Every time I get a get a review (they have all been good, but I am expecting some constructive criticism soon) I jump up and down with happiness. I'm so happy that people think I am a good writer!
Atari: I'm still working on making my chapters longer. I know I haven't really told you the exact age of Dotario or Adriana yet. Dotario is 25 (I'm trying to make him mature rather quickly, I know!) and Adriana is 14. I keep typing her as this innocent child, but I am trying to display her as an "innocent", young teenager.
Feye Morgan: Yeah! I'm so happy to more reviewers, it makes me work harder. I appreciate how you find my story original. To tell the truth, it came from a dream I had a few days ago with this older Dilandau. Except his hair was down to his knees, I didn't want it too long in my story. The older Dilandau just walked right up to the one we know in the series/movie and talked to him. There is more to it, but I have a story to type.
Jem Star: I'm happy that you like my writing, normally I find myself messing up a lot. Ugh, guess that means I better try my hardest to make not too many mistakes. Thank you for your review and interest in my story.
Warnings
Chapter 3 -Never Play with Fire
Dilandau took in the sight before him, a being of flames taking graceful but threatening steps towards him. He couldn't get up and move, something about her just made him want to stay and watch. Something about the flames intoxicated him more than any alcoholic drink. She was so riveting to his eyes, beautiful and dangerous. Adriana stood over him, looking down on his immobilized form raising her sharp claws of fire. Then she let her hand fly to him with inhuman speed, stopping right before she burned his face.
"You should never play with fire." Adriana said in the most eerie tone possible, she sounded more like the crackling of logs in a fireplace than anything human.
Her hand was about to touch his face, letting her flames engulf him. Only to laugh at his misery when he tried to escape. Dilandau continued to stare wide-eyed at her, a sense of wonder over coming any other emotions. Her hand was only a millimeter away. The awestruck pyro felt the warmth and power from a simple amount of heat. Suddenly, something pulled her back, an arm with long white sleeves grabbing her from her waist and dragging her back from Dilandau.
The albino blinked in confusion, abruptly discovering he could get up now. He stood with his armor clanking a little, but it all sounded so distant to him. He watched as Dotario forced Adriana to sit down and relax on the ground. Her body of flames began to replace itself with lightly tanned flesh she had before her transformation. The fire in her hair grew out to the same shoulder length dark brown hair. Dilandau gave a small blush and looked away as he noticed she was nude. Though he didn't understand why he did that, 'I've seen naked girls before' he thought. Dotario draped her cloak lightly over her, Adriana's head bowed. Her hair covered her face until she sat up straighter, revealing her face to Gaea. Dilandau found himself staring at her again, but it was her eyes, which obsessed his mind at the moment. He watched her demon eyes resort to a bottomless green. Adriana was worn out from her episode, Dotario let her lean back into his arms.
"Shh, come on. You need to sleep. " he whispered brotherly to her wiped out body.
Dotario picked her up and took her into the tent, tucking her into her own bed this time. After seeing that she was safe and relaxed her walked out to see Dilandau still staring at the tent in amazement. Dotario frowned, "I told you not to mess with her. Do you understand, that if she ever stays in that form with a certain amount anger, she will lose her sanity?" Dilandau had calmed down some after he had taken her to put Adriana to bed.
'I can't believe that I was scared of her, why am I acting like such a coward right now?' he thought to himself, not giving a reply to Dotarios' question for once as if it was payback.
"Now have you figured out, that I truly am giving you warnings that you should listen to?" Dotario said with annoyance.
He nodded his head like a stubborn child who had just come to realize he what he did was wrong. Dilandau walked over to the tent, unsure if he didn't just want to bunk with some of his Slayers instead. As if reading his mind, his older self made a comment, "She won't hurt you in her sleep."
Dilandau slipped into the candle lit tent and saw the demon girl sleeping in one of the beds. He swallowed a little seeing as she was sleeping in between him and Dotario. 'I shouldn't fear the girl, he told me she won't hurt me. . . can I really trust him?' his thoughts wandered as he took his armor off slowly. Soon he was found under his covers with his sword in arms reach incase of an emergency as Dotario entered silently.
"What took you so long?" he asked expecting his reply to a) not exist or b) he had gone to the bathroom.
In that rare moment Dotario actually answered him, "I thought I heard one of the Slayers up, I think it would be better not to tell them about Adriana. Just warn them to stay away from her and do not mess with her."
Dilandau agreed entirely, he didn't need any of his Dragonslayers to die. " I'll tell them it in the morning, I don't want any missing because she barbequed them."
Dotario chuckled softly as he reached under his own comfortable sheets, thinking. Dilandau was a little irritated about his laugh and curious too. "What's so funny?" he asked, turning his head to look at him over the sleeping fourteen-year-old girl.
"Nothing, I find talk about Dragonslayers and death ironic that's all. Oh just so you know, death is always interesting to you, even when you're as old as me."
Dilandau dismissed the thought to ask him his age and thought about how he would change when he grew. Transform into this unusual, peaceful man. His head lay on the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling of the tent, then something clicked in his head. With a rush he sat up, "Are you saying my Slayers die?" he yelled, not bothering to lower his voice so that his soldiers that were up did not hear that.
Dotario just gave him a look and smiled, "Hmm, I don't know."
"Tell me!" he yelled, voice still loud.
"You should lower your voice." Dotario yawned.
"Tell me." Dilandau whispered.
"Maybe in the morning, or on Vione with Folken." the man said, sinking down into his bed.
The fifteen year old growled, "This is important, you have to answer me." he said in a low and hazardous tone.
"I do believe I am here because of warnings, did I not tell you that already?"
Dilandau felt like bursting, 'How dare he do that again? Can't her answer a damn question? I will never be like him when I grow up.' He was about to shout at Dotario for not answering again, but the light snores of him signified he was asleep. With a sigh that oddly sounded like a growl, he tried to go to sleep. Only bad thoughts and images of his faithful Dragonslayers dieing in a myriad of ways coursed through his mind. Though he did eventually find rest, only to dream of a fiery girl, Dotario pissing him off with unanswered questions, and Vans' death.
Here is what I feel when I hear that song, I can't help but hum it! She had it recorded with her mother singing with her in the background at one point. They both sound like angels, literally. Every time I hear her play it on the piano, all I can think of is a person sitting out on the beach around dawn all alone daydreaming. Dreaming about walking through the most spectacular and lush forest. Fingers laced with the one person that you're in love with, destined to feel affection towards till the end of time. Looking at the person you care about so deeply with lids half closed in content with a small smile. Knowing you have no secrets with the only being you could ever be intimate with. Then the person opening their eyes and seeing that no one is there, only the sea breeze. Ok, I'm shutting up I just to tell someone what I felt whenever I hear that song.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne or my friends' elegant song!
This is my little spot where I thank all the people that reviewed my story. Every time I get a get a review (they have all been good, but I am expecting some constructive criticism soon) I jump up and down with happiness. I'm so happy that people think I am a good writer!
Atari: I'm still working on making my chapters longer. I know I haven't really told you the exact age of Dotario or Adriana yet. Dotario is 25 (I'm trying to make him mature rather quickly, I know!) and Adriana is 14. I keep typing her as this innocent child, but I am trying to display her as an "innocent", young teenager.
Feye Morgan: Yeah! I'm so happy to more reviewers, it makes me work harder. I appreciate how you find my story original. To tell the truth, it came from a dream I had a few days ago with this older Dilandau. Except his hair was down to his knees, I didn't want it too long in my story. The older Dilandau just walked right up to the one we know in the series/movie and talked to him. There is more to it, but I have a story to type.
Jem Star: I'm happy that you like my writing, normally I find myself messing up a lot. Ugh, guess that means I better try my hardest to make not too many mistakes. Thank you for your review and interest in my story.
Warnings
Chapter 3 -Never Play with Fire
Dilandau took in the sight before him, a being of flames taking graceful but threatening steps towards him. He couldn't get up and move, something about her just made him want to stay and watch. Something about the flames intoxicated him more than any alcoholic drink. She was so riveting to his eyes, beautiful and dangerous. Adriana stood over him, looking down on his immobilized form raising her sharp claws of fire. Then she let her hand fly to him with inhuman speed, stopping right before she burned his face.
"You should never play with fire." Adriana said in the most eerie tone possible, she sounded more like the crackling of logs in a fireplace than anything human.
Her hand was about to touch his face, letting her flames engulf him. Only to laugh at his misery when he tried to escape. Dilandau continued to stare wide-eyed at her, a sense of wonder over coming any other emotions. Her hand was only a millimeter away. The awestruck pyro felt the warmth and power from a simple amount of heat. Suddenly, something pulled her back, an arm with long white sleeves grabbing her from her waist and dragging her back from Dilandau.
The albino blinked in confusion, abruptly discovering he could get up now. He stood with his armor clanking a little, but it all sounded so distant to him. He watched as Dotario forced Adriana to sit down and relax on the ground. Her body of flames began to replace itself with lightly tanned flesh she had before her transformation. The fire in her hair grew out to the same shoulder length dark brown hair. Dilandau gave a small blush and looked away as he noticed she was nude. Though he didn't understand why he did that, 'I've seen naked girls before' he thought. Dotario draped her cloak lightly over her, Adriana's head bowed. Her hair covered her face until she sat up straighter, revealing her face to Gaea. Dilandau found himself staring at her again, but it was her eyes, which obsessed his mind at the moment. He watched her demon eyes resort to a bottomless green. Adriana was worn out from her episode, Dotario let her lean back into his arms.
"Shh, come on. You need to sleep. " he whispered brotherly to her wiped out body.
Dotario picked her up and took her into the tent, tucking her into her own bed this time. After seeing that she was safe and relaxed her walked out to see Dilandau still staring at the tent in amazement. Dotario frowned, "I told you not to mess with her. Do you understand, that if she ever stays in that form with a certain amount anger, she will lose her sanity?" Dilandau had calmed down some after he had taken her to put Adriana to bed.
'I can't believe that I was scared of her, why am I acting like such a coward right now?' he thought to himself, not giving a reply to Dotarios' question for once as if it was payback.
"Now have you figured out, that I truly am giving you warnings that you should listen to?" Dotario said with annoyance.
He nodded his head like a stubborn child who had just come to realize he what he did was wrong. Dilandau walked over to the tent, unsure if he didn't just want to bunk with some of his Slayers instead. As if reading his mind, his older self made a comment, "She won't hurt you in her sleep."
Dilandau slipped into the candle lit tent and saw the demon girl sleeping in one of the beds. He swallowed a little seeing as she was sleeping in between him and Dotario. 'I shouldn't fear the girl, he told me she won't hurt me. . . can I really trust him?' his thoughts wandered as he took his armor off slowly. Soon he was found under his covers with his sword in arms reach incase of an emergency as Dotario entered silently.
"What took you so long?" he asked expecting his reply to a) not exist or b) he had gone to the bathroom.
In that rare moment Dotario actually answered him, "I thought I heard one of the Slayers up, I think it would be better not to tell them about Adriana. Just warn them to stay away from her and do not mess with her."
Dilandau agreed entirely, he didn't need any of his Dragonslayers to die. " I'll tell them it in the morning, I don't want any missing because she barbequed them."
Dotario chuckled softly as he reached under his own comfortable sheets, thinking. Dilandau was a little irritated about his laugh and curious too. "What's so funny?" he asked, turning his head to look at him over the sleeping fourteen-year-old girl.
"Nothing, I find talk about Dragonslayers and death ironic that's all. Oh just so you know, death is always interesting to you, even when you're as old as me."
Dilandau dismissed the thought to ask him his age and thought about how he would change when he grew. Transform into this unusual, peaceful man. His head lay on the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling of the tent, then something clicked in his head. With a rush he sat up, "Are you saying my Slayers die?" he yelled, not bothering to lower his voice so that his soldiers that were up did not hear that.
Dotario just gave him a look and smiled, "Hmm, I don't know."
"Tell me!" he yelled, voice still loud.
"You should lower your voice." Dotario yawned.
"Tell me." Dilandau whispered.
"Maybe in the morning, or on Vione with Folken." the man said, sinking down into his bed.
The fifteen year old growled, "This is important, you have to answer me." he said in a low and hazardous tone.
"I do believe I am here because of warnings, did I not tell you that already?"
Dilandau felt like bursting, 'How dare he do that again? Can't her answer a damn question? I will never be like him when I grow up.' He was about to shout at Dotario for not answering again, but the light snores of him signified he was asleep. With a sigh that oddly sounded like a growl, he tried to go to sleep. Only bad thoughts and images of his faithful Dragonslayers dieing in a myriad of ways coursed through his mind. Though he did eventually find rest, only to dream of a fiery girl, Dotario pissing him off with unanswered questions, and Vans' death.
Here is what I feel when I hear that song, I can't help but hum it! She had it recorded with her mother singing with her in the background at one point. They both sound like angels, literally. Every time I hear her play it on the piano, all I can think of is a person sitting out on the beach around dawn all alone daydreaming. Dreaming about walking through the most spectacular and lush forest. Fingers laced with the one person that you're in love with, destined to feel affection towards till the end of time. Looking at the person you care about so deeply with lids half closed in content with a small smile. Knowing you have no secrets with the only being you could ever be intimate with. Then the person opening their eyes and seeing that no one is there, only the sea breeze. Ok, I'm shutting up I just to tell someone what I felt whenever I hear that song.