TBOS Round 1Her coat swirled about her legs, threatening to trip her at every treacherous step. One hand pulled the garment tight around her body while the other suffered the cold; the violin tapped lightly against her leg as she lifted her feet high to clear the snow. Reyes walked ahead of her and she hopped along in his tracks, but by no means did it make walking any less exhausting.TBOS Round 1 by BloodySafetypins
Reyes huddled tight in his coat as well-his cheeks stung from the ice and snow carried in the wind. Unlike his companion however, his eyes were set on the bleak grey skies. "Aurelia," his voice barely above a whisper over the howl of the wind. "I don't see them."
"See who?" She stared up at the sky alongside him, eyes roaming but unable to pinpoint anything. Then she saw it; a lone grey puff of cloud floating on the horizon.
"The Rainbow Weavers. I can't see them."
"Well I usually can't either."
"No," he shook his head rapidly, the stub of a ponytail brushing the snow from the nape of his neck. "They're normally up
AW: Round 1"Oh, you have got to be joking."AW: Round 1 by BloodySafetypins
Ofelia's brow was furrowed as she read the letter again, then again for the third time just to make sure it wasn't just a joke. She picked up the brown envelope that it was sent in and checked the address, but it was the right one. She cursed.
"Ofelia, can you please just tell us what it is?" Aras was sitting on the little couch shoved into one corner of the tiny apartment. The tiny, rented apartment in the center of Gatto city. It was stuffy and uncomfortable but it was really all any of them could afford. Metropolitan living was expensive.
Reyes, on the other hand, was looking a bit worried, silently twiddling his thumbs. The unusual behaviour went unnoticed for the time being.
The woman tossed it over to Aras, envelope and all. He opened it up and quickly read the one page letter, signed by a certain Kairaxaius. The young man's lips pressed into a tight line as he emptied the contents of the envelope into the palm of his hand. What fell o
TBOS: AuditionAurelia was having trouble sleeping that night. The city bustled and lived before her eyes, just beyond the glass of the window that built a barrier between herself and out there. She placed a hand against the cold glass, leaning closer against the window to better catch fleeting glances of other lives. People walked up and down the street below, drunken laughter or sober mirth filling the air. It was a Friday night and everybody was out late. She didn't like taking part in the lofty jollity of a Friday night on the town, but she liked to watch.TBOS: Audition by BloodySafetypins
The young woman leaned back in her bed, back resting against her pillows, white blanket pulled up to her waist as she continued to watch the world framed by her window. From her attic bedroom she could see the more or less world famous Somnus City skyline, black against a navy blue sky. And there were the lights, of course. The lights that showed the whole city was alive. Alive and well. It reminded her off all those places far away, where peop