troubles wash away [Open*] May 26, 2010 18:53:50 GMT -5
Post by Bae Yong-Joon on May 26, 2010 18:53:50 GMT -5
Bae Yong-Joon ☆
With a scratch from behind the ear, the young man was hidden away from the rest of the world, hidden away in his favorite and peaceful realm. Here, at St. Asraiels, he was free from judgement, free from procrastination, free from everything but his mind. A small smile formed on his lips as he held the drawing pad in front of him, drawing inaccurate diagrams of the Sparrows that fluttered in and out, some daring to come a wing's span away from where he sat. He was seated on a pew, his legs upright with the help of the deserted pew in front of him. He glanced from his pad to the left, quickly catching the sight of a Sparrow before it was startled by his hand movements. It fluttered out of sight, twittering madly as it did so. Although Bae was part bird, he couldn't decode the language of the birds too well as others. He sighed and looked up to the ceiling of the Church, where the crystal chandelier hung, it's many jewels catching the rays of the sun's last hours before it was dragged under.
What time it was, he didn't have a clue. Bae put the pencil to his lips and laid down on the pew, his arms placed behind his head, cradling his precious possession, his mind. Bae wanted to do something else but hang out in this Church. Maybe he could hunt for some hidden treasures? Secrets of the Church's past even? Bae shook those thoughts from his mind. He wasn't a child anymore. He was a responsible adult, although he had the feelings of a youngster. He smiled as a bird cautiously landed close to him. He wanted to reach out and hold the small creature, but he dared not move. He observed it as it hopped about and eyed him nervously before moving slightly closer. If he moved now, he would for sure scared the poor thing away. Instead, he just closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Life was peaceful and simple here. Which was amazing, as far as he was concerned.
Today, is just too good. He uttered, startling the Sparrow to flee from his sudden voice. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. He turned his head slightly and the world spun with him. He turned it the other way and it reversed direction. What a funny Church. It moved when you did. He thought childishly, closing his eyes once again. As doing so, a few moments later, he felt the flutter of wings as the Sparrow from before returned, still eyeing the mysterious, featherless being before it.