Current mood:	proud
Entry tags:	himitsu no sensou, lireth, not my characters

title; try to see the stars
characters; hasten / amaeyra
rating; g
notes; i really think this is the best thing I've ever ever written. :') it's actually two parts, but the second is still on my laptop.



The grounds of Lireth Castle mirror the family within: cold and proud, with every leaf in line and every petal in place. Above the sea of grass looms the castle, its oppressive shadow darkening everything it touched. But not even Lireth, with its lords of stone and ladies of ice, dares defy nature. A storm is coming, whispers the trees and grass. A storm is coming, says the moon, hidden by clouds heavy with rain. A storm is coming, the rustling wind echoes. A storm is coming, and everything is still.

They huddle next to each other under the sparse shelter of a tree, fingers clumsily entwined, and watch the darkening sky.

"Do you hear that, 'Maeyra?" asks the boy nervously. "Do you hear the thunder and everything?"

The blonde haired girl, Amaeyra, smiles and squeezes his hand reassuringly. She's beautiful, but young; of the age where beauty lies ignored and forgotten, to be picked up and clung to when older.

"It's okay Hasten! It's just thunder. That's all!" A sudden streak of lightning lights up the sky, and Hasten jumps and moves closer.

"Is it gonna hit us?" He, too, is beautiful; more handsome, with large eyes and light brown hair that would darken with age.

"Nope!" she replies confidently, and shakes her head.

"How do you know?"

"'Cause we're from Lireth, No lightning would ever hit us."

Hasten sighs and loosens his vice-grip on her hand.

"Oh."

They sit in silence, watching the sky for a hint of light. The rain starts to fall; lightly first, and then harder. Sheltered by the tree's thick branches, they watch it fall. Amaeyra shivers slightly.

"Are you cold, 'Maeyra?" he asks worriedly. "Do you want to go in?"

"No, I'm okay!" She turns and smiles at him again. "I want to see the stars come out."

"It's gonna be a while..." he says uncertainly. She turns back to the sky and closes her eyes.

"I can wait."

The two sit under their shelter against the world and watch the rain come down. A storm is here, say the weeping clouds. A storm is here. The two sit and watch the storm.