`` I DROVE MY SOUL THROUGH THE BLACK HOLE ,,

[AVAREI WINTER]

the sun gives life,
and it takes it away,

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but like all the greats,
it'll burn out some day

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The Rutherford multiplex was rather a new building. One of those big, overbearing structures with the glass walls and "quirky" design. It was supposed to look unusual and intriguing, but so many others like it had sprung up around the world in recent years that really, it was impossible to see the brash cinema as anything but ugly. Ava preferred the older ones, with their ornate structures and their huge, red velvet curtains that probably once drew not across a big screen but the stage of a theatre. She thought it was much nicer to go to a cinema that people actually cared about rather than just places to earn a bunch of cash. But then again, old buildings were always Avarei's special weakness. Seriously, though, who could blame her?

From where she was sitting now, just outside the industrial-looking multiplex, it was difficult to picture the town with more of a traditional cinema, but Ava had already subconsciously delved into her bag and grabbed her A5 sketch pad, and before she knew it she was scribbling down the view from her bench with more of a "classic" looking movie theatre taking pride of place. She still had a few hours before her dad was expecting her home, so it didn't matter so much when Avarei got lost in her work, filling the tiny page with an overwhelming amount of detail as she worked out the finer details of the building's architecture. She was so engrossed in what she was doing, that she didn't notice the footsteps making a beeline toward her, and barely felt it when someone sat down suddenly on the bench beside her. "Afternoon" she smiled pleasantly, not bothering to look up. It would take too much effort to tear herself away from the picture now, she might as well wait for the person's voice to identify them.

lyrics;; rocky took a lover - bell x1
word count;; three-one-one
tag;; open

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[désiré fay]

Had it been maybe a year since he had been around here? Ah yes, a year that was mostly only spent inside of the home of his mother’s and step-father’s. Upon his arrival in this new country, Désiré had done the opposite of what most people would want to do. Many would come and want to immediately begin venturing all up and down the place until they knew it like it were the back of their hand. Then there had been Désiré. Désiré had not been quite so eager to get out and look at his new surroundings. From afar he did not mind it but actually being out and having to mingle with the people of this town was not his cup of tea. So, for the most part, he had kept himself at his new home and busied himself with learning about the place from his haven instead of jumping right out into it. But, despite that, Désiré had learned to know more and more of the town now. Eventually he had to leave the house, yes? Had he not then his mother would only continue to assume that had been turned into an unsociable freak by his father. That really was not something that Désiré wanted so much. Sounded unpleasant.

So considering he had started his efforts to explore a little while ago, Désiré already knew where the theater was located. That he had learned from his younger sisters. They had seemed to think he was completely dumb for not knowing where something like this was. But he had merely shrugged that off and found it. That had been a while ago though and he now had learned most of the tracks and trails by heart. Well, not literally dirt trails, obviously but just the idea of an… invisible dotted line, perhaps? In any case, he had found his way as always, so no problem.

What he was doing here was mostly… curiosity. He wanted to see what was out he guessed and wanted to move around a little bit. So instead of picking up a telephone and just figuring it out through that kind of communication, Désiré had decided that a walk would suit him just fine. Well, that had come and went and it was not as though he had actually come to watch anything. All he had done was to come and check things out and then he would be back on his merry way home. Okay, so maybe Désiré had just wanted a good excuse to get out for a walk without looking like he was extremely addicted to it. It was only habit by now. After eighteen or seventeen years it kind of grew on you. Especially if maybe about five or six of those years (or more, but why keep count?) had been spent being constantly told you needed to go out and do something like this. By now, Désiré simply could not help it and in his heart he knew that it was good for him. So why come up with an excuse for it? Like he really knew.

As he was leaving the complex he happened to find himself browsing right on by a familiar blond head. Hah- in France he truly had not seen a large deal of blond girls. At least, not down his little road. But when he had gotten here he found that he knew many blond girls and wasn’t always completely capable of keeping up with them when seeing just the tops of their heads. But, of course, once he managed to distinguish their faces from other people, Désiré could pin-point just who they were. This one was easy, for some reason. Probably because it was one of the few people who did not have any interest on strangling him or simply ignoring him. This girl may or may not do such a thing. They weren’t exactly what anyone would know to be friends considering they weren’t always about together because of certain… differences and certain people. But, in any case, he knew this blond to be Avarei Winter. She was pleasant enough and seemed to know her music. She was interesting- but neither of them would probably admit that to anyone they were around on a daily basis.

Instead of immediately making himself known with an obvious ‘hello,’ Désiré merely took a seat next to her. His eyes turned steadily over in her direction and for the most part he looked completely uninterested in whatever it was she was doing. Both of his eyebrows simply perked up ever so slightly only to drop just a second later. The only thing that he found himself saying to her was, “Nice.” Then he was back to silently side staring over at both her and book.

[AVAREI WINTER]

the sun gives life,
and it takes it away,

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but like all the greats,
it'll burn out some day

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Ava had become utterly lost in her own little world, sketching out ornate carvings in the sandstone walls of her imaginary theatre and becoming quickly preoccupied with the shading on the underside of on particular fleur-de-lis in the stonework at the front. As the stranger grew closer, her shading had gotten much more heavy-handed, and now pretty much all of the classic symbolic design was covered in shadow so that it was almost unrecognisable. But then, few people knew anything about old-fashioned symbolism these days anyway. Avarei was sure that she could include a Caduceus somewhere and no one would even bat an eyelid. Of course, she wouldn't. Symbols of strength, sovereignty and light, she could get away with, but not medicine. That would be taking this a wee bit too far.

Ava was still trying to erase the dark patch over her fleur-de-lis when Désiré sat down beside her. Grinning at the familiar French accent, she set down her sketchbook on the ground by her feet before turning slightly on the bench to face him. "Thanks" she nodded, a little embarrassed that he was complimenting her again. It seemed to be a regular occurrence between them both. Her drawing or playing something, and then him coming along and telling her it was good. "I went a little crazy with the shading though. It'll be a nightmare to fix it." She liked being around Désiré. He was a nice guy, even if he didn't exactly get on with her usual crowd.

[désiré fay]

His dark eyes stayed steadfast on her work so that he would have a chance to look it over silently before it disappeared on the ground next to her feet. Once the book had been set down, Désiré slowly lifted his stare at the sound of her voice just in time to catch her nod. For a moment he only did just look at her void of any expression but once it completely registered in his mind that she was smiling and nobody else was really around to see them associate with one another, he found it suddenly suitable to at least give the smallest of grins back at her. Not that it was one of those smiles that just lit up the whole place or anything. It was really just one of those lazy ‘I don’t really feel like it now’ looking grins. The only difference was that he did at least kind of feel like giving her some kind of sign that he did not mind being in her company. He had, after all, been the one to walk up and sit down next to her. Had it been the other way around then maybe he would not have been required to smile. Oh, either way he would have at least a little.

Désiré never knew a whole lot about drawing. He had never been given much of an opportunity or even the time to try and draw something that was decent or well done. So her comment on how she had done with the shading really carried no meaning to him beside the fact that she was apparently interested in fixing it since it had not come out how she wanted it to. Was that what she was telling him? Well that was what he managed to gather so in his mind he went along with the yes and just glanced down toward her work briefly before looking back up at her with a brief shrug of his shoulders. Honestly, he didn’t think that it needed any kind of fixing but what exactly did he know about art? Yes his mother was an artist of sorts but he had not given himself an opportunity to sit around and question or watch her. It was her business and not his own. But when it came to things like pondering over Avarei’s works Désiré would not have minded having some extra knowledge.

“Will it?” Désiré found himself cross-examining faintly. His eyes had long returned to look at her lighter ones now while he kept on a slightly curious look. He wasn’t completely absorbed with knowing her answer though but, then again, he really would not have minded an explanation from her. “I thought the shading made it… pop?” Pop. An expression one of his younger sister’s seemed to use a lot whenever something appeared like it could walk out of a picture. And that was what shading did for a piece, right? It made it look like it was hanging from a blank backdrop rather than being a flat work. Désiré assumed all of this, at least. He was sure that Avarei would know much more about it than himself.

While staring over toward his rather secret friend, Désiré pushed his features together gently with signs of unhappy thought or something more like slight disgust. It looked like a bad smell had just crept up and found entrance to his nostrils. The reason for his sudden reaction was because of the thought that found itself popping up in the back of his mind and moving out toward the front. Considering he had already made a face about it, he guessed that it really would be a shame if he did not explain the reason for his reaction. If he did not, she may have to go and make conclusions for herself and sometimes assuming things did not go and lead you in the right paths. He did not want her to think that he was making the face over her or her artwork either. Because he wasn’t. But the thought did happen to be in relation to her… Désiré was not completely sure whether he should ask it or not but he would make it sound as sugar coated as he possibly could.

“Eh… you and that Isaac still together?” he enquired while working on removing his earlier expression. It worked tremendously and he managed to wipe it away as though it had never existed or crossed his face. Now it only appeared like he was trying to hold up a casual conversation between two friends and nothing more. Easy as… what was it? Pie?