9. Tender were the hands of a young boy with coal black hair and sky blue eyes who held Two in his arms as she cried for the lives of their people and the loss of their home. The look in those blue eyes were so tender, his fingertips hesitant on her small frame as he hushed her to sleep. In a cold ship with the grim smiles of their cepans and the echoes of their world on fire, he was so tender, a contrast to the horrors they tried to leave behind.
8. Surreal was the word Two would use to describe how it felt to jump from town to town, the cold London rain not too far behind and the grey of everything made her feel like she was stuck in a dream. What a surreal, endless dream where she wonders if the idea of a home was surreal as well. It was all surreal, this life they led and if you could even call it that.
7. Foolish, her cepan called it when Two told her she wanted to learn how to play the piano. It was foolish really, such a childish, unnecessary thing for her to learn. It wouldn't help her against the enemy, it was foolish, learning how to play Beethoven and Mozart wouldn't save her from anything. But Two was insistent, as foolish as it was, she liked to melody she created as her fingertips graced the keys.
6. Pretty that was what they all kept calling Two. What a pretty face you have darling! Oh so pretty, so lovely with her blonde hair and your doe eyes. They smiled at her because she was pretty, they said she was pretty. But Two didn't care for what they said, not even the boys with their longing looks, all she could think as she looked into the mirror was if the little blue boy would've found her pretty.
5. Melodic, the sweet sound as Two's fingers danced on the keys, the wonderful creation of brilliant men brought to life. It was melodic, the humming feel in Two's fingertips as the notes floated in the air. Her teacher's laugh melodic as she praised her prodigy's work.
4. Lonely, Two couldn't help but feel it. Like it or not, she was a teenage girl and even with her cepan around her, she wasn't a stranger to feeling lonely. Maybe it was her fault, this feeling of being lonely now, because she could've made friends at her schools. But she couldn't get herself to accept the advances of those nice boys, she felt like she already gave her heart away to a little blue boy.
3. Curiosity welled up in Two's throat as she stared at the note her cepan left her on the kitchen table when she arrived after wasn't the first time, her cepan had gone to investigate something but nothing Two could do could quench thefeeling of curiosity in her. But maybe it was nothing to be alarmed about, hopefully.
2. Devastated was all Two could feel as her cepan ran into the music room, her dark red blood spilling unto the once immaculate floors as she told her to run away, run away now. But she couldn't get herself to leave her cepan, she'd be more devastated if she did. They'd been together since day one and nothing would change that.
1.Sadness overwhelmed Two as they arrived, tears welling up in her eyes as those…those monsters approached. The grand piano fell to the floor in a loud mess, her sadness wrapping around her even more like a thin coat. Sadness gripped her as she held her cepan's dying body in her arms and she cried as she remembered sky blue eyes and the tenderest touch.