Aimee Vassar (terre_inconnu) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-01-07 16:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | aimee, miklos |
Week One: Saturday
Who: Aimee and Miklos
When: Saturday night
Where: A tower rooftop
Aimee had crept to a rooftop of one of the higher towers of the school just after sundown to make sure things would be perfect for a quiet night together with Miklos. After so long apart, she found she couldn't seem to spend enough time with him. It had only been two days since their long overdue reunion, and tonight while many of the students were off entertaining themselves in the city, Aimee thought that a weekend night spent alone under the stars sounded like a wonderful idea, especially since the rain had tapered off that morning and the sky was clear.
She piled some pillows and blankets on the stone underfoot to pad it for the stargazing and set up a few large candles around the tower to light it enough that they could see each other after the stars lost their initial appeal. She was dressed nicely, a soft blue sweater over dark-wash denim and high heeled pumps. She loved modern clothes, they offered so much more choice, so much more freedom than she was used to. It was refreshing.
With the flickering candles lit, Aimee found that the light wasn't too much, that the stars were still as visible as they would have been without, so she left them burning, wax dripping onto the ground as she adjusted the telescope she'd brought out of storage earlier. Her long hair, usually tied back, was loose tonight and blowing slightly in the wind. She had asked Miklos to meet her there, and it was only a few minutes shy of when she'd asked him to arrive. If he was as punctual as she remembered, he'd most likely be early. She smiled thinking of it, leaning on the ledge and looking out over the dark forest below.
This reunion still seemed surreal, blissfully so. But right now she intended to not dwell on the time apart, instead to focus on making sure they treated this second chance like they deserved it. She wasn't one to waste opportunities, and this was no exception. Taking the moonstone she wore on a chain around her neck in her hands, she looked at it under the light created by its namesake and wondered if he still had the piece of sunstone she had given him upon their parting. Moonstone was said to be able to reunite lovers, and she knew it was silly to place any belief in something that was surely a myth, but she knew that the stones did hold magical power.