Post by Guinevere on Jun 8, 2011 13:51:14 GMT -5
RP Info:
Private or Open?: Private.
Fast, Casual or Slow?: Casual.
Involved: Guinevere & Aramel
Characters: Eve Summers & Edward Blackhaven
Summary: Starts aboard the Hai Peng, during AWE
The pitch black sky was scattered with stars. Eve’s blonde head was uplifted, so that she could gaze skywards; her expression was intent, and her grey-blue eyes shone – it was as if she was trying to absorb the starlight into her very being. It was hard for her to believe that any sight could be as lovely as this. Dropping her gaze, she saw that the stars were reflected in the water, making it look as if the ship was entirely encased in twilight. Eve gave a small, almost inaudible sigh, her hands loose on the railings of the ship. She wanted to somehow hold onto the beauty, to make it a part of herself. Something she longed for was transcendence. Sometimes she found herself wishing to be a different person altogether. Someone brave… someone beautiful. In Eve’s eyes, she was a plain, dull creature, hardly worthy of attention. But this was not true. Her own loveliness had always been something which had escaped her. In this light especially, she looked particularly stunning, her fair hair sweeping across her shoulders with an almost silvery glint. And as for courage, she possessed that particular trait more than she knew.
She pushed her hair away from her face and took a small breath, pulling her gaze away from the stars. One could say they’re almost too beautiful… Eve was used to watching something she desired from afar. In fact, she’d become accustomed to it, and her longing had become intertwined with pain, so that she associated the two emotions with one another. She looked at her hands as they drifted along the railings towards one another. She folded her fingers together, and was surprised by how cold they were, like ice.
She supposed that she wasn’t adequately attired for chillier weather. She was clad in a loose white shirt, black breeches and dark brown boots. At that particular moment, she would have quite liked a coat, but she had lost hers quite a while ago. It didn’t really matter, anyway. She’d be fine; she always was.
Moments passed in isolation as a small smile tugged her lips upwards. She couldn’t resist looking at the night sky. She could try to pull herself away, but the craving always pulled her back again. Idly, her hand traveled up to her neck; the silver pendant about her throat felt unusually heavy for some reason. She pulled the crescent moon out of her shirt collar and looked at it, her brow puckering in a frown. Why on earth did she still wear it? It was something Tristan Elm had given her at sixteen. Wearing it was a habit. She didn’t need it; she certainly didn’t want it.
Acting on an instinct, she undid the clasp at the back of her neck and let the necklace pool into the palm of her hand. She looked at it for one moment, before, in a fluid motion, she outstretched her arm over the rails and opened her hand. The necklace fell down into the depths, shimmering in the starlight.
Private or Open?: Private.
Fast, Casual or Slow?: Casual.
Involved: Guinevere & Aramel
Characters: Eve Summers & Edward Blackhaven
Summary: Starts aboard the Hai Peng, during AWE
The pitch black sky was scattered with stars. Eve’s blonde head was uplifted, so that she could gaze skywards; her expression was intent, and her grey-blue eyes shone – it was as if she was trying to absorb the starlight into her very being. It was hard for her to believe that any sight could be as lovely as this. Dropping her gaze, she saw that the stars were reflected in the water, making it look as if the ship was entirely encased in twilight. Eve gave a small, almost inaudible sigh, her hands loose on the railings of the ship. She wanted to somehow hold onto the beauty, to make it a part of herself. Something she longed for was transcendence. Sometimes she found herself wishing to be a different person altogether. Someone brave… someone beautiful. In Eve’s eyes, she was a plain, dull creature, hardly worthy of attention. But this was not true. Her own loveliness had always been something which had escaped her. In this light especially, she looked particularly stunning, her fair hair sweeping across her shoulders with an almost silvery glint. And as for courage, she possessed that particular trait more than she knew.
She pushed her hair away from her face and took a small breath, pulling her gaze away from the stars. One could say they’re almost too beautiful… Eve was used to watching something she desired from afar. In fact, she’d become accustomed to it, and her longing had become intertwined with pain, so that she associated the two emotions with one another. She looked at her hands as they drifted along the railings towards one another. She folded her fingers together, and was surprised by how cold they were, like ice.
She supposed that she wasn’t adequately attired for chillier weather. She was clad in a loose white shirt, black breeches and dark brown boots. At that particular moment, she would have quite liked a coat, but she had lost hers quite a while ago. It didn’t really matter, anyway. She’d be fine; she always was.
Moments passed in isolation as a small smile tugged her lips upwards. She couldn’t resist looking at the night sky. She could try to pull herself away, but the craving always pulled her back again. Idly, her hand traveled up to her neck; the silver pendant about her throat felt unusually heavy for some reason. She pulled the crescent moon out of her shirt collar and looked at it, her brow puckering in a frown. Why on earth did she still wear it? It was something Tristan Elm had given her at sixteen. Wearing it was a habit. She didn’t need it; she certainly didn’t want it.
Acting on an instinct, she undid the clasp at the back of her neck and let the necklace pool into the palm of her hand. She looked at it for one moment, before, in a fluid motion, she outstretched her arm over the rails and opened her hand. The necklace fell down into the depths, shimmering in the starlight.