#angelicrejected

[pulsingcheckeredlights-blog]

Hello, I'm your #1 fan.

The first assignment one of Roxas's new teachers had given the class to do was find an art gallery they liked and visit it through the semester.  Honestly?  Roxas thought it was a waste of his fucking time.  He didn't want to visit a gallery every couple of weeks.  He had visited quite a few during his lifetime and he had the internet, which was a gift from the gods and had everything he needed (even the answers to his homework occasionally).  Even though the blond didn't want to, he started his journey to find an art gallery around the town that he liked.  Roxas wanted to just say that the first one he walked into would be the one he visited all semester, but he didn't find any excitement in any of the pieces.  With reluctance, he moved onto the next gallery.

Roxas was just about to exit the next gallery when a piece by the door caught his eye.  He stood there, staring at it as the clock ticked.  What did he find so beautiful about it?  It was balanced.  What else?  The colors were light.  Almost as if a person was looking through a fog and trying to distinguish what waited a few meters ahead, the colors seeming to fade into existence.  His eyes dipped down to look at the name.  Namine.  He whispered the name over and over, trying to figure out the pronunciation before giving up.

He found himself walking home with the piece of art and his wallet quite a bit lighter.  He'd have to hold back on buying more things for a while, but Roxas really liked this piece.  He visited the gallery multiple times, hoping for new pieces by the same artist to pop up.  Every piece he saw he would study, and he had to scold himself not to buy yet another one to hang on a wall at his apartment.

Then one day he walked in to the owner speaking to a young woman.  He went about the gallery, looking at pieces of art and accidentally catching tidbits of the conversation.

"Namine-"

What?  Roxas turned around and looked at the woman.  So she was the brilliant mind behind all of the pieces that Roxas liked.  She was petite, blonde, and when Roxas caught a glimpse of her eyes he could have sworn he was looking at the sky or some of the purest jewels.  They were so blue... not muddled by any other colors around the pupils.  When the two were done speaking, Roxas walked up to her and held out a hand.  "Hi there, Namine.  I'm you're number one fan."  He smiled.

[better-half-vani]

angelic-rejected started following you

A blonde girl now? Something about her was familiar, but he did not know in what sense or even how if he had never laid eyes on her before. Those very gold eyes, scanning her visage with confusion, yet curiosity lingering there too. "You... What's your name, girl?" He actually asked this time which was a rarity in and of itself.

[naito-san]

{(Happy Birthday Riku-mun~! *even though we don't talk to each other* But I still wish you a very Happy Birthday :) )}

ooc; THIS IS SO NICE OF YOU NAMI-MUN!!! Thank you so much, and I hope we get the chance to talk more and/or roleplay in the near future! C:

[sassycatpants]

angelic-rejected started following you

"Aren't we a darling. Hello."

[socialxwelfarexagencyxcybor-blog]

In Venice

Rico found herself staring up at St. Mark's Basilica. The church really was beautiful. But everything about this city was beautiful. She really love this. It was just as good as the city of Florence. 

It was rather hard to believe, in some time later, this city will be swallowed up by the ocean. It was a sad thought. Rico shook her head, and look around. Pigeons were everywhere, along with so many tourists. 

Still, there was a girl, who look like to be her age at this city. They made eye contact. Rico smiled shyly and wave at the girl.