Brunette AngelI don't think she could ever be any cuter.
No, she couldn't be any cuter. Ever. It's just a fact.
I cross my legs on a chair and watch as the tall brunette glides across the kitchen with uncaring percision. Her hair, which fell to at least the very start of her waist, was pulled up into a tail of messy curls. Like she doesn't care who sees her, bangs clipped to the side of her face with two bobbie pins criss-crossing and yet a few strands still managing to get in front of her eyes.
Oh, how I love those eyes. You can see everything in them. Not just the lights or your reflection- I mean everything. You can see her past, you can guess her future, and you can see every emotion just by looking into those eyes.
Spinning around, I can't see her front anymore. That highly-tied tail flutters around her shoulders and I see her lean back onto one hip while searching through a large fridge. How silly. She hums when she thinks no one's around~
A gentle beeping sounds from the microwa
Salvation of Silence 1Molchanie walked down the ever-familiar roads of Saint-Leu, three
books clutched in her small arms and hair tied back in a ribbon of hair
that now tipped off at the small of her back. Glasses- which she only
wore outside of the hospital -were nudged back up the bride of her nose
by an unsteady hand as she continued walking.
The canal to her right was littered with boats, which always took
control of the beautiful summer weather to earn money by giving boat
rides to the adolescents of the day. The young girl found herself
entranced by the different gondola-based boats that drifted down the
mirror-like waters. So pretty. . .
"Would you like a ride, ma chère?" The elder voice snapped
Molchanie from her thoughts and the timid Haibane's wings twitched out
from behind her in shock. She pointed to herself in confusion, as though
the man were speaking to another, and was responded with a soft chuckle
and a, "Oui, you."
Shy and never having been in a boat before, she hesitated and
An Intro to SilenceI've been here for two years, five months, three weeks, and two
days. I just kind of showed up here on June 25th, 4016, so the doctors
here just deemed that to be my birthday.
From the tests they've done, I'm apparently fourteen years old,
and what they call a "Haibane", which I suppose means "Charcoal
feathers". I have wings. They are currently at my arm-span in length, and
have feathers that look like someone painted with wet charcoal. Also, I
have a halo. Don't let that throw you off. I'm a Haibane, not an Angel.
I never speak. I never have, I don't know why. So they call me
"Molchanie", which means "Silence". The man who named me is Russian.
I live in a mental hospital, located in Amiens, France. They
speak French and English here. It is located on the basim of the Somme
river, and is at the bottom of a valley; so it's quite swampy here.
Winters and Summers are moderate, and it rains quite often. But
nonetheless, it is beautiful.
I am more-or-less a big sister to the kids from ages