Sing for me|(Anne) INACTIVE

[poetagringoir]

Pierre stood on top of the ledge, his eyes studying the ground around the well decorated house. The pink hues made him gag as he was not at all happy about the subtle change of color. He would have applied, if it was his house a hint of blues.

He loved blue, it brought out the best in people. It was really a color of many emotions he noted, and could be really used with every other contrasting color especially black. But whoever owned this house, well he must say it was worse than Marie Antonietta's house .

" If I could dream of a world...
Where flowers could speak and birds could sing all day.
That world I would share with the loveliest creature from king Neptune court.
With that display of emotion and color and rejoice.
I would ask her to vow love.. "

He chanted and stood up walking back and forth thinking over the words, adding and subtracting to them making them whole and new.
Even though he had repeated this vow before, he had no public to comment.

Ga ... if a lady was near he would show her the world, like the princess she deserved to be. Though ... turning back to the house , he had heard that the was a dame .. pure and soft and sweet as milk that was being kept by her wicked stepmother or mother so that she could not see the world.

He wondered though if it was true at all.

[anna]

Another long day for the books.

Anne let a long sigh escape her lips, knowing full well it was 'quite unlady-like to sigh in such a manner' as her tutor had instructed her so many times growing up. She did not rightly care at the present, and it wasn't as if anyone could hear her out here.

She had finally managed to escape Miss Jenkins' prying eyes long enough to slip out of the kitchen door of Rosings Estate, and was now breathing in the fresh air of the gathering evening. Ah, how lovely it was to walk alone....then again she couldn't help but look around for a brief moment to wonder if any one was near for her to listen to, which was her version of a conversation. She wasn't very versed in social skills, and her life inside the walls of Rosings certainly didn't give aid to this.

It was as her round chestnut eyes were scanning the scenery around her, listening to the faint sounds of motors and bustling people outside the lines of Rosings, that she came to realize she had unconsciously stopped at the iron gate that encircled the house she had called a prison through the years. And there he was, seeming to be talking to himself as his eyes were fixed on the ground for the moment. And when she came near enough to hear what he was saying, a faint but honest smile swept across her lips.

"That is beautiful." it slipped out of her throat before she could stop it. And giving a small gasp, she ducked behind one of the stone pillars that held the iron gate in place. Why was she hiding like a little child? Perhaps it was because his eyes had turned to face her before she could react in any other possible manner.

No matter what, this certainly was not what her tutor had taught her was a formal meeting...

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Outfit: Click! don't ask me why it's called weekend date. I made it a long while ago...
note; I really hope this is okay! and sorry it took so long! :/ I'm not very satisfied with this post.

[poetagringoir]

Gringo turned around when he heard a most majestically and siren voice called to him, the compliment heard directly to his ears as it was music for his soul. Turning around he started to notice the black locks sway in the air, a woman was hiding from him.

Yet if he could not have guessed it better he was sure the woman, whoever she was had complimented him on his poetry.
If there was ever a moment were he thought was a right opportunity to talk about writing, especially his it was now.

Plus he was most interested in knowing who the little flower minx who seemed distracted from the world could be. Could he have stumbled into the lady they called the wall flower, that poor girl who was a lost soul never knowing of the world. Could she be the woman, who in one instant was making him try and get nearer to her?

Climbing down, he started to sneak up on her right flank and grabbed her hand, “ Such beautiful hands could only belong to a goddess incarnate.” He complimented her, giving her one of his natural smiles. After all he did not want to seem like a complete stranger who was only interested in flirting with the girl. But now thinking about it, if she was indeed the woman who was troubled and who needed a way to live.

He was the right man to come looking for, or actually fate had asked him to meet her. But what could be his plans, he wanted to make her feel special. Yet at the same time, he should now pause and take a moment to study her. For one , he could tell she loved a good poem.

Occ Sorry it has taken me so long to post this up .. Hope you enjoy!!