me: ‘sup. i’m will grayson.
And seeing as Nill was unable to reply, she simply gave Will a timid wave in response to his introduction.
me: ‘sup. i’m will grayson.
And seeing as Nill was unable to reply, she simply gave Will a timid wave in response to his introduction.
Going to work in this sort of weather was rather insane. But Serah didn’t want to let people down just because it was a little cold.
A little cold huh… Staring down at her hands which were shaking, she knew it wasn’t just a ‘little cold’. It was freezing out here. Those guys in charge really screwed up this time, didn’t they? It wouldn’t be the first time though and something told her that this wouldn’t be the last.
How long would this last, Serah wondered. It would be unfortunate if somebody actually died. In this weather, she knew it was quite easy for a young child or a weak person to just freeze to death if they weren’t warm enough.
Because she decided to check odd places for children who had gotten lost or people who needed help, she was able to find a young girl.
“Are you okay?”
Serah keeled down and reached her hand out. Part of her was glad she found somebody, but at the same time she was sadden that a person was out here in the cold.
Any tactile senses had become entirely numb under the stress of the cold. Little by little, she could feel her body shutting down, it became increasingly tempting to just close her eyes and fall into a slumber she may not ever awaken from. But as fragile as she was physically, Nill’s spirit and desire to see her friends once again was not so easily shattered and so she battled the invitation of sleep with every remaining ounce of strength.
Then, through the oppressing white eclipse, the visage of what could only be described as a saving grace emerged through the thick mist of snowflakes. An exhausted gaze ascended to behold the young woman crowned in roseate tresses, and she smiled weakly.
Trembling fingers reached out towards the outstretched hand and faintly curled around the extended appendage. Unable to form a vocal response, the mute administered a tiny nod of her head to confirm her well being, or at least to show that she was still alive and thankful to finally have someone show up.
(Source: silenceseraph)
It was nothing short of a miracle, Nill thought as she watched the snowflakes spiral down from above in an elegant dance and land at her feet. Due to the heavy pollution and constant smog suffocating the atmosphere, snow was practically unheard of where she came from.
Feeling brave and foolish simultaneously she’d extended a hand to make tentative contact with the falling white flecks, instantly withdrawing the appendage soon after with a startled jolt, as though the snowflakes had bitten her .
‘It’s cold!’
Crystal clear hues brimmed with awe while she stared wide eyed at the drops of moisture that had once been tiny snowflakes on her hand. The moment of bewildering discovery had however been short lived, as soon, the benign descent of snow had evolved into something of a severe storm. Ice shards surfed among the algid gusts of violent wind, so glacial that they felt like thousands of tiny razor blades slicing across her skin.
Wrought with panic, Nill fought to maneuver through the blizzard, limbs literally seizing up from the radical temperature drop which hindered the little girl’s mobility. Fearing that she would never attain her goal of reaching the orphanage in such conditions, she slipped into a narrow slot between two buildings and curled into a ball. Her body quivered uncontrollable with the heat continuing to plummet, praying that everything would pass soon.
If they didn’t then…Nill might very well end up as nothing more than a pair of ethereal wings protruding from a hefty pile of snow.
It hadn’t even been a day since Badou Nails had awoken from his slumber, and been told life as he had known it was all gone. The world above his head, the world with a sky, grass, trees, plants and dirt was unsafe to ever return to. And that he was to live underground, that he was allowed to leave his chamber and join in a new society. One that was bent on breeding the human race back to normal. He was to be assigned a mate so that they could too take part in this wonderful goal. They would procreate in their new apartment, and continue that till they could no more.
Fuck that shit.
“Fucking weird bastards. This shit is fucked up. I’m fucked.”
And indeed he was. Badou was not a marrying man. He was only twenty three, and never even met any woman’s requirements as ‘boyfriend material.’ Like hell he ever cared. That was what porn was there for, right? Now, he was going to have some naggy bitch yell at him, and tie him down. Sheer dread filled his system, but he had a little freedom. He was not given a wife yet. In his mind, Badou was concocting plans of escaping his fate. But nothing came to mind. He was trapped, and this was his fate.
When it came to picking a job, he chose the same one he had when he lived above ground. A cashier gig wasn’t hard, and he always had quick access to nicotine. Nicotine, his one companion. Ever since waking up, Badou had drowned himself in the intoxicating scent of his smokes. Even at his job, on the first day, Badou was leaning back in his chair with his feet on the counter, enjoying his one pleasure in life. It wasn’t his concern if he was fired for smoking on the job. He didn’t care, to put it plainly.
With his eye closed, he didn’t see the customer walk in but heard the bell above the door jingle and the sound of footsteps hitting the aluminum tile. After a moment, he dropped his feet, and stood up.
“Yeah, yeah. Tell me if you need any help lookin’ for somethin’.” Just part of the job.
Nill was even younger, and even more unprepared for the implications of marriage and…what her ‘duty’ here would now entail. The mere contemplation of being wed and having children filled her with dread, though fortunately she was not expected to get started on the latter right away, due to her age. A small reprieve that wouldn’t last forever.
Even despite the unfortunate circumstances of finding herself alone, and without Haine or Naoto’s protective watch, the mute was also grateful to those scientists. This living situation was not ideal, but when it came to the source of it, they had saved her life hadn’t they? She could only continue to hope that she wasn’t the only one who had been rescued, and that all of her friends from the Church had also been accumulated here.
Day to day life was a moderate struggle with her handicap. Nill had gotten used to the fact that those around her understood her hand gestured and signals and were able to communicate with her easily enough. This was not always the case in Civ 09, and tasks such as shopping or asking for direction proved tricky at times.
Today, the winged girl had left the orphanage in order to replenish her stock of food supplies. She hadn’t met her future spouse yet, but pondered on maybe baking him a ‘welcome’ cake as an extension of friendship.
She had become familiar with the usual tender behind the counter of this particular store, and flashed a bright smile towards the till once she had stepped through the entrance. However, noticing the long curtains of ginger locks and familiar voice break the silence, her wings extended in joy and the girl positively launched herself towards the lanky male.
Badou! No question, it was him! Arms outstretched, she reached up towards the red head to greet him, elation clearly marked all over her expression.
”..!!..”
