|“They say that life throws a curve ball. I believe I understand now what they meant...”|
It is truly official. This girl was different from many others, he had encountered. She seemed unmindful of what he is or how he seemed to be lacking in the emotional department. It was refreshing in a sense. There would always be a line with him whether due to him being a vampire, being a pure-blood, being a Rosenkreuz, or being a person to be idolized. No one truly looked at him further than that. The only ones who ever did were Amalthea and Luke. She continued in her ministrations whatever it could be as she think of his inquiry for requests. Her thoughtful expression so blatantly seen on her face. It would not be a lie for him to say she rather looked adorable in that sense. But of course, he never reveals his feelings or thoughts openly. Everything will always be locked deep within him without the possibility of being known.
Deep in his bubble, a butterfly landed on the tip of his nose. This one was not his familiar or created by him in any way. It was one of nature. His eyes of gold gazed at the lithe white butterfly perching on his face without warrant. As usual, nothing was revealed in his mask of indifference. Yet inwardly, he was rather curious and interested in this flying insect. He wondered if this butterfly thought he was some kind of flower. It really did not matter to him much, but it was probably due to his inherent scent. For that, there is nothing he could do. Soon, there was strong breeze which passed by and made the butterfly fly away. He followed it until it landed on a nearby flower. When he was certain it was fine, he returned his attention to the human girl in his company.
She appeared to have finally decided on her request. Whatever it may be, he will do it to the best of his ability. Truthfully, he had no problems with such things. No matter how silly or embarrassing it may appear to other people. He had always done it. Although, he had wondered at one point that it seemed well-liked by other people in a pleasant manner. Well, as long as it would bring others smiles. Someone had told him once, how important a smile is to a person. It could mean life and death. Recently, he was slowly understanding the meaning behind those words. The question, will he be able to procure that ability. Somehow, he highly doubted it to be plausible in his case.
Then, her words rang clear in his ears. Zenith did not move from his position nor did he lift his attention away from the human girl. There was no hesitation, trickery, nor fear in her words. She was simply saying what she truly perceives of him. Her request was out of concern which he sorely believes would be wasted on him. There was no need for others to worry about his well-being. Because, he was not. His life and his fate were in his hands. So, others should not be involved in it. At the same time, he has no intentions for anyone to be. It is why he placed everyone at the distance. But, this girl was someone who manages to peek through his well-known impenetrable wall. As such, she is indeed surprising in many ways.
Ms. Guillory requested for him not to give up. She seemed to believe that he was not what he appears to be. That he was sad and was a tragedy to be for eternity. What made her think that he was sad? No one had ever told him that ever since. It was because no one had ever perceived him to be. Yet, this human girl he had only met just a few moments believed him to be. “There is nothing for me to give up.” He stated without a change in his monotone voice. What would he give up from the beginning? He has nothing and... A familiar face flashed inside his head. It was never his to begin with. “I do not have anything.” After stating that, the butterfly which landed on his nose earlier was now fluttering before his face.
His eyes focused on the butterfly before it landed on the tip of his nose once more. It seemed determined to perched on his nose for some odd reason it may have. At the same time, it was bit hard to deliver his words with the butterfly in front of his face. However, he does not want to remove it by his intervention since the butterfly seemed content on his nose. As such, he decided to proceed with his statements even with the peculiar adornment on his nose. “What made you believe I am sad.” Even though, his words were meant to be a question his emotionless tone portrayed it as a statement. The same could be said of his eyes which looked at her unflinchingly. Yet, it was rather comedic with the butterfly on his nose flopping its wings like a beating heart.
Deep in his bubble, a butterfly landed on the tip of his nose. This one was not his familiar or created by him in any way. It was one of nature. His eyes of gold gazed at the lithe white butterfly perching on his face without warrant. As usual, nothing was revealed in his mask of indifference. Yet inwardly, he was rather curious and interested in this flying insect. He wondered if this butterfly thought he was some kind of flower. It really did not matter to him much, but it was probably due to his inherent scent. For that, there is nothing he could do. Soon, there was strong breeze which passed by and made the butterfly fly away. He followed it until it landed on a nearby flower. When he was certain it was fine, he returned his attention to the human girl in his company.
She appeared to have finally decided on her request. Whatever it may be, he will do it to the best of his ability. Truthfully, he had no problems with such things. No matter how silly or embarrassing it may appear to other people. He had always done it. Although, he had wondered at one point that it seemed well-liked by other people in a pleasant manner. Well, as long as it would bring others smiles. Someone had told him once, how important a smile is to a person. It could mean life and death. Recently, he was slowly understanding the meaning behind those words. The question, will he be able to procure that ability. Somehow, he highly doubted it to be plausible in his case.
Then, her words rang clear in his ears. Zenith did not move from his position nor did he lift his attention away from the human girl. There was no hesitation, trickery, nor fear in her words. She was simply saying what she truly perceives of him. Her request was out of concern which he sorely believes would be wasted on him. There was no need for others to worry about his well-being. Because, he was not. His life and his fate were in his hands. So, others should not be involved in it. At the same time, he has no intentions for anyone to be. It is why he placed everyone at the distance. But, this girl was someone who manages to peek through his well-known impenetrable wall. As such, she is indeed surprising in many ways.
Ms. Guillory requested for him not to give up. She seemed to believe that he was not what he appears to be. That he was sad and was a tragedy to be for eternity. What made her think that he was sad? No one had ever told him that ever since. It was because no one had ever perceived him to be. Yet, this human girl he had only met just a few moments believed him to be. “There is nothing for me to give up.” He stated without a change in his monotone voice. What would he give up from the beginning? He has nothing and... A familiar face flashed inside his head. It was never his to begin with. “I do not have anything.” After stating that, the butterfly which landed on his nose earlier was now fluttering before his face.
His eyes focused on the butterfly before it landed on the tip of his nose once more. It seemed determined to perched on his nose for some odd reason it may have. At the same time, it was bit hard to deliver his words with the butterfly in front of his face. However, he does not want to remove it by his intervention since the butterfly seemed content on his nose. As such, he decided to proceed with his statements even with the peculiar adornment on his nose. “What made you believe I am sad.” Even though, his words were meant to be a question his emotionless tone portrayed it as a statement. The same could be said of his eyes which looked at her unflinchingly. Yet, it was rather comedic with the butterfly on his nose flopping its wings like a beating heart.