Fire: I don't really have anything to say...
SO enjoy....
Ice
A boy sighed as the breeze picked up, blowing his lilac hair out of his face. He had his eyes closed. Concentrating on the growing sounds of the Moscovian night life.
He was wearing a blue T-shirt, his maroon jacket carelessly closed around him. His maroon pants made a small, "swoosh" sound with every breeze.
His hands were in his pockets. Kept warm by the being's body heat.
Another wind blew past.
Finally his lilac orbs opened. He cast them upon the city in front of him.
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Tonight was different. Without the abbey teacher present, the hallways had gotten warmer. Boris had made them cold, made them forget. He had stolen their freedom, and now he was gone. Away from the abbey, away from the kids, away from them.
A plane flew by. It's lights seemed like moving stars.
Bryan ran a hand over Falborg. She gave off a warm glow. He smiled. He wouldn't mind living like this all the time.
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Grey clouds passed over Moscow.
Bryan's gaze shifted to the ice around him. Had they really become this cold? So cold they couldn't look at a person without them freezing?
He bent down, taking some of the white stuff in his hands. Funny. When they were alone they were able to smile, able to laugh. They were just like the ice. A relaxing change to some, no matter how different each was from the other. Or a stressful thing that had to be watched, and carefully prepared for.
He smiled. They'd get out, and they'd find a way to be accepted.
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The ice beneath him was hard. The new snow disappearing.
But were they too old to change? Would they be able to change? Was spending nearly your whole life with such an unforgiving being going to allow you to change?
Bryan shook his head gently, allowing the now melted ice to drip from his hand.
Or would they be like the ice of now, and change with their environment? With the warmth of the people around them?
Bryan sighed, he asked of too much.
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Not everyone would except them, if they managed to escape. They all knew that.
He had no family to return to. He had no friends but the ones he grew up with. Who would readily except him. The other bladers? He snorted. They weren't even in the country yet and he was looking towards them.
What could they do? They'd probably have given up before they broke through to their hearts. He knew one would understand and never leave them. He was sure of it.
They'd always viewed him as their leader. No much how much they didn't see him. They wouldn't blame him for going. They wouldn't blame him, when he left for good.
They were weak. Like Boris had said. Bryan's eyes travelled to the grey sky. But Boris was wrong. He is wrong. They wouldn't have lived if they weren't.
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A car stopped outside the abbey, it's lights reflecting off the crunchy snow.
Bryan's eyes slowly traveled to the man that had stepped out of it.
Lilac hair, red eyes, an old geezer. Bryan shook his head sadly. The frost had come back.
"Bryan." A blonde stood on the roof below him. The lilac teen looked down, "We better go meet our 'teacher'." Bryan nodded, eyes darkening.
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There it was. Their ice had begun to harden again. He looked at the shards one last time. They wouldn't be like that forever. All ice melted. They'd be free and they'd be able to feel.
Bryan jumped down.
They'd melt, like the ice they had always been.
Spencer: Review,
Bryan: Please!
Fire: Thank you for reading...