Post by CAINE DOUGLASS on Jan 9, 2010 12:06:05 GMT -8
PAIN, WITHOUT LOVE. PAIN, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH. PAIN, I LIKE IT ROUGH
'cause i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
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caine douglass walked slowly, feet leaving shallow footprints in the even coating of snow as he moved onward without any true destination apart from solitude...the castle was more often than not packed with students milling this way and that, and there were times when the presence of so many figures around him--so many thoughts and feelings--became far too much to bear.
so today, he'd taken the time to step out onto the grounds once his classes had concluded for the afternoon. the sun was slowly fading, painting the horizon a blended shade of red-orange flecked with blue. but it was the middle of winter so, of course, it wouldn't take long at all until it became so dark that he'd have to walk by the lights streaming out from the frosted castle windows.
after a time, caine stopped walking, every layer of clothing pulled tightly against his form to prevent the frigid wind from touching any inch of uncovered skin...his hands were shoved stiffly into pockets, and his nose was beginning to redden against the chill. but uncomfortable as his body was, caine was feeling wonderfully at ease, most likely due to the fact that his mind, for once, felt calm...
glancing around at the endless expanse of unblemished white, caine sat down on a nearby rock, watching as the frozen lake began to sparkle in the dying light...he really didn't mind being alone so much, but just sitting there like a granite statue made caine wonder just what it would like to have proper friends...he'd always been something of a loner which was more often than not due to his empathic abilities, and the thought of having someone to hang out with or just talk to was completely foreign to him.
slowly, he started to shift his weight, pushing all the snow together with his heels until it formed a tiny mound. although his fingers felt raw with cold, he reached down and picked it up, attempting to mould it into a sphere out of sheer desire to amuse himself.
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tags:: open/louis(?) =D
status:: completed
word count:: 352
credit:: lyrics by three days grace, template by me
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notes:: i swear i write alot more than this once threads get further in ahaha
