Ashstar Posted November 9, 2014 Share Posted November 9, 2014 Tsubari sat in the darkness of his, the only light being from the moon. The brush strokes delicately across the paper, different colors merging together. Tsubari felt the surge of emotion pound through his veins and escape through his fingertips. He kept going, stroke after stroke, until he felt his hand stop moving. Tsubari opened his closed eyes, the abract painting bringing disappointment to his soul. "Not good enough," Tsubari grumbled to himself as he ran his hands through his dark hair in frustration. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WolfDog12 Posted November 9, 2014 Share Posted November 9, 2014 Kiseki Was curled up asleep at home for the last night he'd be living in this home. The young blonde was moving to a new town alone nearly being 19. His sleep was a little restless but he always forced himself back to sleep even after waking up just about every hour on the dot. A fear lingered in the room of feeling unwelcome or unaccepted especially being new and different. The next morning Kiseki woke up early and gathered the last of his things and moved out of the old house and hitched a ride to his new life. He spent hours on the road and it was past noon by the time he arrived. The teen stretched his body out as he made his way into the building. He simply dropped his things off and turned to hurry back out for an exploration of the town Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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