Miharu
Guardian
{S=2}Human
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Post by Miharu on Dec 20, 2009 17:35:58 GMT -5
Miharu felt her face heat up a bit and her smile turned a little shy. She wasn't completely sure if this was Cyan but she was still having fun assuming that it was.
Her cheeks turned pink as she looked at her hands and tried to picture the hands that were holding them. It wasn't that hard to picture his hands. She remembered every detail about him clearly. While they were together she had spent more than a lot of time looking at him. In fact he had become one of her favorite things to Photograph.
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Post by Cyan Sayer on Dec 20, 2009 19:53:33 GMT -5
His fingers let go of the leaf and left it in her hands. His hand then protectively surrounded her and the leaf. He very much just wanted to hug her... There was nothing in this world that he wanted to do more then that. But he can't. Even this he technically couldn't do. Everything kept coming back to that point... No matter what they did. In the end it came to all that he was doing right now was against the rules.
His lips came down to the back of her hand. He wasn't sure if she could feel it or not... and really he didn't care.
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Miharu
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Post by Miharu on Dec 20, 2009 21:14:59 GMT -5
Her hand closed more around the leaf as he let go of it. She frowned until the hand was back. It wrapped around her own and her smile returned in full.
Her blush also returned, especially when she felt the light pressure of what was unmistakably a pair of lips. She really really hoped that it was Cyan otherwise she would feel really guilty about this.
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Post by Cyan Sayer on Dec 20, 2009 21:24:35 GMT -5
Cyan's hand squeezed hers tightly. He didn't want to leave her... He wanted to return to his life before... If anything a new life where he could be with her in the flesh... Not as a floating angel that is suppose to do everything but be with her.
Slowly he released her the pressure, then slowly let go of her hand.
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Miharu
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Post by Miharu on Dec 20, 2009 21:57:43 GMT -5
"No...." She breathed out even while she was letting her hand drop back to her side.
Her lips quivered for a moment before she made herself stop. There was no reason to go all teary. She blinked a couple of times. "Time to keep going on home?" She asked. As much as she didn't want this to end going home was probably a good idea. She was still in a very bad part of town, though it was pretty empty at the moment.
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Post by Cyan Sayer on Dec 20, 2009 22:36:25 GMT -5
Cyan bit his lip. He really shouldn't... He really really shouldn't.
But he didn't listen to his conscience. It was going be trouble for him later. He was either going to get in trouble with the higher ups or he was going to be wracked with guilt because of leading her... or himself on. That didn't stop him (and yes he knew one or the other is going to happen).
He reached down, took her hand, and started leading her the direction they were suppose to go. The fun and games where over, there was no other way to lead her anyway.
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Miharu
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Post by Miharu on Dec 20, 2009 23:08:24 GMT -5
Miharu let him lead her. She wished that she could talk to whoever it was. She really had been lonely, yet not wanting to be around anybody.
Carefully she moved so that her fingers could slightly grasp the hand that was around hers. Again she wished that she knew who it was or that they would answer her if she spoke to them. She also wished that she didn't have to go home but there were many things in life that you didn't get when you wanted them.
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Post by Cyan Sayer on Dec 20, 2009 23:34:07 GMT -5
Now that they weren't playing... it seemed like an uneasy silence passed over them. And it was true, he couldn't speak, and she knew he couldn't. But they both wanted to say something.
His conscience wouldn't let him. Everytime he had the thought, it was quickly flooded with guilt and other thoughts of how bad it was. All over this had now become uncomfortable. Other then one thing.
In an attempt to brighten the mood he gave her hand a small squeeze.
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Miharu
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Post by Miharu on Dec 20, 2009 23:52:22 GMT -5
She smiled again. Things were starting to look familiar to her but but she was going to pretend that they didn't.
"thank you." She told the presence just to fill the silence and to keep herself from starting to worry about what would happen when she got home. With any luck her father would be sound asleep.
Her hands were itching to take a picture of the leaves still. Unfortunately as soon as she was alone again the motivation was likely to disappear entirely.
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Post by Cyan Sayer on Dec 21, 2009 0:50:14 GMT -5
Cyan smiled and gave her hand another squeeze in reply to her. It was easy to respond to this statement, but he still wish he could have spoke his response instead of sending it through Morris Code.
The cars of a busy street was starting to become more apparent. As they got closer he held her hand tighter and tighter. Once in public he was going to have to leave. Around her, he didn't trust himself not to make a stupid move.
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Miharu
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Post by Miharu on Dec 24, 2009 14:44:50 GMT -5
Now she defiantly knew were she was. Her mood sank a little. She didn't want to go home, or for this to end. She sighed as the hand replied to her. Maybe when she got home she would take a picture of the feather. That just might keep her motivated.
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Post by Cyan Sayer on Dec 24, 2009 22:58:46 GMT -5
Once they were right before the street, Cyan stopped. He hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to leave, but he was well past due on his actual mission. The guilt of slacking of his responsibility was the only thing that brought him to finish this. He really wished he didn't have this unearthly job. It constantly brought him away from the one he wanted to be with.
He some how was getting the mind frame that they were back together. It was as if this was their normal day to day life... One were the husband/boy friend had a horrible job, but it kept food on the table.
The Guardian Angel came in front of Miharu, still holding her hand. He lifted it till it was about chest height on her. He was so much taller then her. When they were first dating, that made him, and many others, laugh. Though the thought came, he didn't laugh, nor did he smile. His other hand came over hers in a caring gesture.
"Be safe for me, please," he whispered as much as he could.
A breath of wind passed through him as his voice carried into the world that Miharu existed in. It was a whisper in the wind.
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Miharu
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Post by Miharu on Jan 11, 2010 21:03:27 GMT -5
Miharu sighed. She had a feeling that it was almost over... at least this time. She tried on to instantly droop as her hand was moved and she felt another invisible hand grip hers as well.
The soft voice made it to her but she wasn't sure what it said. The general idea was there though. It was warm and caring. Both of those were something she hadn't heard in a voice in a long while and he she was hearing it and yet not hearing it.
She sniffed as she tried to keep from crying. Really if she thought about it this whole thing was ridiculous, but she needed it so bad.
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Post by Cyan Sayer on Jan 11, 2010 21:21:26 GMT -5
The Guardian angel gave her hand a small squeeze before letting go. He had to. No matter how she looked he had to go. Not only because they were in public, but because he had duties he had to attend to.
He thrust himself into the air and sent a spiraling gust back down to her. As he left a single feather fell from his angelic wings. Peacefully it drifted down to the ground not caring to follow the natural wind of the world around it.
This was causing more problems he knew. But she looked so down without him. Why did this have to happen this way? Now he couldn't think of that. He had a job to worry about.
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Miharu
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Post by Miharu on Jan 11, 2010 21:35:58 GMT -5
As the feather drifted down she watched it. A second one? she bent over and picked it up. It was so soft.... She brushed it up against her face trying to assure herself of it's realness. She wasn't going insane was she?
She stood there fora long while before trudging home. When she got there the feather fell out of her hand and on to her desk. She stared at it for a long time.
What seemed like hours later she slowly crossed her room. It was almost scary how weird the camera felt in her hand. It should feel like home.
The little Japanese girl looked at the feather through the lens for almost an hour before she actually took the picture. It was no use. She still felt cold and lifeless. The color was gone again as fast as she'd thought it came back.
Numbly she put the camera down next to the feather and flopped down on to the bed before curling up. She may have fallen asleep but probably not, more likely she was just starring at the wall.
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