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Post by aria lain on Oct 16, 2010 9:02:37 GMT -5
 
THE orchard was nicely lit due to the early morning sun, though a small brunette girl was covered in shade by a small apple tree that shadowed over her. Every once in a while an apple would fall just inches away from her, though one would never actually fall on this angelic looking child.
EVERY time the fruit would fall, a smile would stretch across her too serious face, and she would glow. Figuratively of course, with a slight literal complex. The girl, being an aspiring artist, and a good one, had a serious face on because she was currently splashing colors on her paper in the appropriate form of the life that was growing on the trees in the over grown, weed occupied orchard. It didn't matter to the girl, nature was nature and nature was beautiful no matter the lack of care from the walks of life surrounding it.
HAD SHE been a green thumb she probably would have wasted her morning making it look more appropriate...but Simiel was an artist, and artists learn to work with their surroundings. Typically Simiel was the giving kind, so it wouldn't matter whether or not she was a green thumb she'd still be kind and giving enough to make this eyesore better, but today she was in the mood to paint. Her paintings she often gave away, which would make some people happy. But on this island she didn't know for sure whether or not art would make them happy.
IVORY never seemed to have happy endings for some people, not happy beginnings, and Simiel felt as though people were forgetting who they are to suit everyone else and this island rather than to suit themselves. For being someone that is only seemingly fourteen years of age, the youngest of her siblings, she was never the wiser about being kind and giving. That was, in fact, what Simiel was all about; pleasing others before one pleases herself. Often or not, Simiel would complain because some people never thanked her or seemed to appreciate her hard work enough, but she could only get but so mad. Anger wasn't in her nature, not for this little Angelic creature.
TO BE angry, to Simiel, was a lot like letting Sin win, and that would never happen. Not as long as she walked this island, let alone this planet.
 words ! Many
tag ! Open
notes ! I was in the mood.
layout ! + stockholm syndrome
lyrics ! live like we’re dying by the script |
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