Snippet #1842334

Azryel

Tick. Tock.
Tick tock.

Not.

Crimson walked past him without a word, refusing his offer of tea. How rude... It was so warm too.. Making his way back to the kitchen, he discarded her share of the scalding water into the flowerpot beside the window, sighing softly.

"Ah now. What to do.."
Azryel stared out at the purple field, taking another sip of his tea. Purple flowers. Pure. Purely purple. No spots of bright, gaudy, ruby russet rust.
No more crimson in their midst.
Simple. Natural. Flawless.
Unmingled.

"What.. to do... adieu, adieu.." Tapping thin fingers against the wall, he meandered slowly to sit in the chair beside the window. A prime spot. A vantage point. One from which he could watch the comings and goings of the bustling house.
So noisy, this "home".

So quiet.. quiet...

Another sip.
Azryel's brows furrowed in fury. In a flash, he threw the cup across the room -shattering the ceramic against the opposite wall.

Quite. Quiet.



Sighing, Azryel stood, licking his lips with a sore tongue. Hot water... How deceitful. Retrieving the dustpan dutifully, he swept up the ceramic shards with a slow precision, but left the water to dry itself. How annoying. He was annoyed often these days. Often enough...

Resuming his seat, Azryel sat in silence. Still. Listening for Crimson. Perhaps she had heard the noise.. Undoubtably she had. Would she come?
"Nien Nien. She does not jump to such trivial noises..." He hummed to himself, hazel eyes returning to the window as he folded and unfolded his hands. "~Dawning of a day.. Won't you come and play? ... Won't you come away... Come away... Away... away.."