Dark Hopes
Again I do not own the Esca ppl or any music I listed earlier
+++"None " by Cold ++++
Dilandau saw The Lady In Black sitting on the roof. "Good god you're so depressing." Dilandau said. She turned around, "Nice to see you too." "Minerva dear what am I going to do with you?" He replied. She smiled briefly, "How is Folken?" He rolled his eyes, ignoring her. "Did you go see Van?" She shook her head. "Maybe you shouldn't" He said back. She ignored the cryptic comment. "Do you ever think about jumping?" She asked, curious. "Jumping?'' "Off the rooftop, I mean. I wonder if it would feel like flying."
He looked at her suspiciously as he faked disinterest. He carefully clicked his lighter open and shut he always did. He would always flick his lighter around her because she never complained about it like everyone else did. She thought it was annoying as hell but now she loved it. It sort of felt like.Home. "Home? That sounds funny." She thought. "You should come back inside. " Dilandau said, triyng to hide his worry. "Before I go through with jumping you mean?" She mocked "Stupid bitch, suit yourself" He said. He never really meant too, but he did. She was too lonely and messed up, he couldn't really hate her.
+++Van+++
As the rain poured down his eyeliner blurred his contacts distorting his vision. (Vans kind of a goth in this)
A young girl, not over 14, held the umbrella for the feeble priest. Even the priest's words seemed to blur together, but that just proved how sometimes words were just meaningless. No matter who spoke them. Be it a poet or a priest, Van almost felt a great resolve that words were meaningless. Van crossed himself, he hadn't done that forever. It was more instinct than anything. He looked at the grave. There were pink and yellow flowers, it looked so happy. Van's own black rose stood out in a morbid sort of way. He looked up to see Yukari and Amano holding each other tightly. Yukari was crying as if death hadn't existed to her before this. They weren't even that close to Hitomi, at least not the way he was. It was amazing how you could spend so much time with someone and know so little. He walked back to his car. He remembered now, that's when he met her. (hint: the lady in black) She had stood there as she gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, though he felt relieved at the same time. He was highly unsettled by her presence. " You're Van, right?" He looked at her carefully. She wasn't his type of girl at all. She had impossibly pale skin, even though she looked somewhat ethnic. Her hair was pulled back and she wore heavy eyeliner but she didn't look like a whore. She looked more hurt, yet defensive and cold. By now he probably looked like some tacky punk rocker. He wiped his face off. She looked like she had been in the rain but her make up was fine. The make-up was probably eternally there because she had worn it for so long. She looked at him strangely. At that point he realized he hadn't answered her. "Uh yea, Van, and you?" He said curiously. "Minerva West." That wasn't her real name, but it sounded nice and she had gone by that for many years .
Again I do not own the Esca ppl or any music I listed earlier
+++"None " by Cold ++++
Dilandau saw The Lady In Black sitting on the roof. "Good god you're so depressing." Dilandau said. She turned around, "Nice to see you too." "Minerva dear what am I going to do with you?" He replied. She smiled briefly, "How is Folken?" He rolled his eyes, ignoring her. "Did you go see Van?" She shook her head. "Maybe you shouldn't" He said back. She ignored the cryptic comment. "Do you ever think about jumping?" She asked, curious. "Jumping?'' "Off the rooftop, I mean. I wonder if it would feel like flying."
He looked at her suspiciously as he faked disinterest. He carefully clicked his lighter open and shut he always did. He would always flick his lighter around her because she never complained about it like everyone else did. She thought it was annoying as hell but now she loved it. It sort of felt like.Home. "Home? That sounds funny." She thought. "You should come back inside. " Dilandau said, triyng to hide his worry. "Before I go through with jumping you mean?" She mocked "Stupid bitch, suit yourself" He said. He never really meant too, but he did. She was too lonely and messed up, he couldn't really hate her.
+++Van+++
As the rain poured down his eyeliner blurred his contacts distorting his vision. (Vans kind of a goth in this)
A young girl, not over 14, held the umbrella for the feeble priest. Even the priest's words seemed to blur together, but that just proved how sometimes words were just meaningless. No matter who spoke them. Be it a poet or a priest, Van almost felt a great resolve that words were meaningless. Van crossed himself, he hadn't done that forever. It was more instinct than anything. He looked at the grave. There were pink and yellow flowers, it looked so happy. Van's own black rose stood out in a morbid sort of way. He looked up to see Yukari and Amano holding each other tightly. Yukari was crying as if death hadn't existed to her before this. They weren't even that close to Hitomi, at least not the way he was. It was amazing how you could spend so much time with someone and know so little. He walked back to his car. He remembered now, that's when he met her. (hint: the lady in black) She had stood there as she gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, though he felt relieved at the same time. He was highly unsettled by her presence. " You're Van, right?" He looked at her carefully. She wasn't his type of girl at all. She had impossibly pale skin, even though she looked somewhat ethnic. Her hair was pulled back and she wore heavy eyeliner but she didn't look like a whore. She looked more hurt, yet defensive and cold. By now he probably looked like some tacky punk rocker. He wiped his face off. She looked like she had been in the rain but her make up was fine. The make-up was probably eternally there because she had worn it for so long. She looked at him strangely. At that point he realized he hadn't answered her. "Uh yea, Van, and you?" He said curiously. "Minerva West." That wasn't her real name, but it sounded nice and she had gone by that for many years .