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Post by leith on Nov 26, 2012 19:15:40 GMT -5
 ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: Aren Words: 486 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: here Notes: sorry it took so long DDDD;- - - - - - - - - - - - -Cold. Leith hates the cold. Many would expect Leith to be more than accustomed to the cold by now. Heck, he was from South Korea for god’s sake. Winters over there can get as bitterly cold as the ones in Canada. Now with that being said, one might be thinking what would Leith be doing trailing along the path leading to the lake if he hated the cold this much? He didn’t know either. Just a few moments ago, he was laying down alone in his room simply thinking about his life in the academy in the past few years when it all suddenly got too much. Four years has passed since he’s left Seoul for British Columbia and for the most part, Leith has adjusted to his new surroundings. However, there are times when he’s hit with a bad case of homesickness unsuspecting and vulnerable and he’s left with far too many emotions than he cares to deal with. Today was one of those days.
Leith stuffed his phone, wallet and whatever he needed into his jeans pocket, grabbed a jacket of some sort and headed out of his room without much of a thought of where he would be heading. All he knew is that he just wanted to get out. So here he was, wandering amongst the fallen leaves of the previous season’s as it rustles and crunches beneath his shoes. Leith stopped in his tracks for the briefest of a moment to take some time to admire his surroundings. Although gorgeous in its own right, he thinks that the aesthetics of fall is far and beyond that of winter despite not being a fan of either season. The beauty of autumn was something he’s always appreciated. Vibrant orange leaves alongside the muddy brown earth form a beautiful contrast against the bright shades of summer and the monotonous pallette of winter.
Just then a small breeze blew past his form and he was once again reminded of the chilliness that engulfs the lake. Leith shoved his freezing hands into the pockets of his jacket and pulled it tighter against his body, hoping for some warmth. This was one of the rare times that Leith wishes he was one of the fire elements with their ability to conjure up fire whenever they please. Many people visit the lake at the oddest timing so perhaps he might see someone he knew around. As going back to his room was not a current option, he decided to take a chance and continued venturing closer to the lake until he found a spot amongst some rocks. It provided enough shelter from the icy wind yet close enough to the water to practice his element but soon decided against the latter because it took too much effort. Instead, he crossed his legs and stared at the lake, willing his mind to go numb and just enjoy the scenery.
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Post by AREN NOVA KAEL on Dec 2, 2012 1:51:27 GMT -5
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setting ! the lake~ ;; outfit ! click~ ;; [cs=2][bg=060606][atrb=border,0,true,b] | Aren had sort of gotten sick of being at home. He loved his dad, of course. He loved his puzzles. He loved staying home and being lazy, but he could only take so much of it at a time. He’d spent nearly a month at home now, and he’d gotten restless. So, he’d dressed, warmly with gloves, a hat, and a nice jacket over his leggings, skirt, and sweater, and ambled up to the lake, where he happened to be now. The silence as he stepped through the snow let him think. He was never quite sure whether thinking was a good thing to be left alone to do, honestly. Sometimes, his thoughts wandered into a depressing sort of category, and sometimes they left him feeling lonely, and empty, and tired. He much preferred fantasies to those, fantasies about someone he had met and things he would never have the courage to incite.
The past did not take courage to consider, however. In fact, that was where his mind drifted as he walked, hands tucked into his jacket, hat pulled down to hide his ears and protect them from the cold. He wished for a scarf to do the same for his face, but it was only among the other regrets. Such as his so very recent discovery that his mother had killed herself. It should shock him. It honestly should, but he hadn’t seen the woman for nearly half his life. He hadn’t gotten on too well with her all those years ago when they had lived together. She was why he was the way he was, in part. She had started the process that his foster parents (he’d never seen them as aunt and uncle) had simply encouraged and continued. Now, it was near-impossible to change. He didn’t know if he could, he was still nervous about so many things and… things were almost easier this way, pretending he wasn’t a “he” at all.
Except, of course, when he ended up crushing on someone. First, there was the problem of sexuality. Were they even interested in boys, or would they only be interested in the facade he put on? And if they weren’t interested in girls anyway, what was he to say? He didn’t know how to tell anyone the truth. His dad only knew… well, his dad was really the only person he had ever told. It wasn’t enough to tell him how best to say it because his dad had originally thought him to be joking, kidding, when he had for once dared to be honest. The event had been startling, at best, and it had convinced him that he really didn’t want to tell anyone until he’d had plenty of time to practice and knew from months if not years of familiarity how the person might react to such a bit of surprising information.
He kicked a rock into the lake, looking around and wondering if he was the only sort to wander about in the cold.
No, he realized, as he found someone sitting amongst the rocks at the edge of the lake. He smiled to himself and skipped to approach the stranger, curious who it might be. The person possessed an attractive face, which was never a bad point as far as he was concerned. It would, of course, warrant some flirting. Aren rather liked flirting. So, he plopped down next to the other on the beach and gazed over the lake for a minute. He turned to look at them then, and asked, “So, are you here alone because you want to be alone, or because you don’t want to be around anybody else?” It was an honest, curious question. Some people preferred being alone, and if such was the case, Aren would get up and head home again. |
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Post by leith on Dec 10, 2012 7:10:41 GMT -5
ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: Aren Words: 430 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: here Notes: gosh this took awhile too xD- - - - - - - - - - - - - Leith nearly gave a yelp of surprise when he heard a voice coming from his side. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the approaching footsteps or the shift in the air as someone sat down next to him. He immediately turned towards the source of the sound and found a girl in his wake, claiming a spot beside him. She had striking blonde hair, fair skin and doe-like eyes. She was pretty to say the least, very pretty in fact, but females were not his type. He couldn’t even remember when was the last time he felt attracted to the opposite sex. It has been a good few years since he accepted his preferences to males.
He was fourteen at the time when he knew he felt differently for guys than to girls. In Asia, the majority of the people, especially the older generations, have two ways of treating homosexuality. One was that it simply “did not exist” or that it was a “contagious disease” that was given to them through the media and globalization. With this mindset, Leith was lost as to how to deal with his feelings in the beginning. He was too afraid to talk about it to his friends or family and kept it in for as long as he could before what was initially nothing became everything. It had taken him a good few months before he eventually begun to accept himself as a gay person. It was a big feat for him to finally grasp the fact that who he falls in love with has no effect on the person that he was, is and will be in the future.
Nonetheless, he still found himself being perplexedly magnetized to this stranger’s aura. It took awhile for Leith to remember that he had been asked a question that was yet to be answered. It took him an even longer while to notice that he had been staring at the newcomer for a slightly longer time than necessary. What had she asked again? Something about being alone? She was straightforward in her question and Leith didn’t see any harm in her staying so why not? He subtly cleared his throat and as he replied, he hoped that the other person would not notice his slow and strange reaction to the situation. “Not really to be alone… I just wanted some fresh air to think, you know? But feel free to join me. I’m Leith, by the way.” Flashing her a polite smile, Leith extended his hand for a shake.
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Post by AREN NOVA KAEL on Dec 24, 2012 6:27:12 GMT -5
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setting ! the lake~ ;; outfit ! click~ ;; [cs=2][bg=060606][atrb=border,0,true,b] | Aren dyed his hair. It was the sort of thing he was willing to admit to anyone who might not have noticed it himself. He had been dyeing his hair for years now. It wasn’t something for him to be ashamed of. He wasn’t sure exactly why he’d started (he was pretty sure it was because of peer pressure at school encouraging him to do so, and he was relieved peer pressure hadn’t shoved him to do anything much worse), but he simply hadn’t stopped. He liked his hair blonde, though it didn’t really bother him when his mahogany roots showed than when the roots of a much older person than himself did. At least, by stereotype. In fact, he sort of liked his roots. He liked the natural color of his hair well enough. But he liked the blonde better, so he continued to dye it because he didn’t believe he had any reason but to. He was just so used to it. It was almost a comfort to him, that process of adding the dye and waiting for it to work its magic, and everything else. He’d gotten rather good at it, too, not to blow his own horn.
He had a habit of fiddling with his hair as well, in the rare times when it was down, or with the end of his ponytail, which was much more common. That was what he was ding now, having pulled his ponytail over his right shoulder and twisted the ended around his forefinger as he smiled at the stranger. That was another habit of his—smiling at strangers. He knew that such things could really cheer people up, and he liked making other people smile. He liked making them happy. And smiling at someone really wasn’t that hard to do. It was just a smile. By colloquialism, it took fewer muscles than frowning. Attitudes are contagious, he’d heard once, and he wanted to make his one worth catching. If he accomplished that, he had little to complain of in life. He just wanted to be a good person. Was that so bad?
God, he hoped not.
When the stranger did answer him, and didn’t tell him to get lost, the grin brightened. He shook the hand eagerly, still smiling, showing off his teeth and not the slightest bit embarrassed by it. Why should he be? Why was he asking himself so many questions today? It was bordering on ridiculous. “I’m Aren,” he introduced himself in turn. “Pleasure to meet you, Leith.” He tasted the name, curious about the way it rolled about in his mouth, short and smooth. He liked the name. He glanced out over the lake, and then back at the person sitting beside him with the goal of contemplation. “Is it the sort of thought that must be done in quiet, or do you wish to share what’s on your mind?” He wondered, resting his elbow on his knee and his cheek on his palm, looking up at the fellow blonde curiously, wondering what might running through that head, knowing it wasn’t really his business but still wanting to know. Wasn’t that just the thing about curiosity, though? It burned the brightest when it was about something not applicable to one’s business. |
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