I've managed to find a few of the things I wrote whenever I first started roleplaying. I am just archiving them here for now, sort of as a reminder.
Secret :
Burdens. Guilt that rots you away from the inside, exposing your shame and utter weakness to the outside world, haunting your every step, haunting your every dream. You scream for a release from this burden that you have to carry, and you try to fight through the pain alone, to carry the burden alone. But in the end, you simply find that there is more weight than ever before, and that it is ready to swallow you whole. Even then you are hesitant to trust someone, to let them grab yoiur back. What if they open it, and see the pain and the shame that lies within? Of course they will see it, because if they are to help you carry it, then you must take it out of yourself and show it to them, hand it to them. That is the moment. When you will be crushed in endless pain and shame, or where you will find release.
He would never find release.
That was his thought, that was the dark reality that had became his truth. Yet one had seen just a peek of the scars, and she had reacted quite well. It had been a delightful suprise, and something that he would no doubt treasure for the rest of his life. Yet it had also increased his hate for the Celestial race. You may ask why, and the answer is quite clear. This girl, this precious friend... she was a Teifling. And the Celestial's had told Elistar that that specific race was quite evil. If Amy was what the Celestial race considered evil... then Elistar was all for the evil people in this world. These dark thoughts continued to swirl in his head as he stared into the waters of the lake, the memories having come since this was the first place he had met her. He could remember the night quite clearly, as if it had only been yesterday. He had told her he had been afriad to take his shirt off. Even now, when he was alone, his cheeks brightened with a red hue at the thought. He must have looked like a idiot then. He wondered if that had been the thought running through her mind.
He looked as he always did, a black cloak hiding his sitting body, a scarred face framed with black bangs being the only thing that wasn't covered. Bright green eyes watched the surface of the dark water with a deep look in his eyes. The look was soon replaced with one of focus however, for he was able to snap himself out of his thoughts to focus upon the moon. His eyes lowly scanned upwards to find the spectacle of nature. It was a beautiful sight, and the star's only aided the natural beauty of this place. He could also remember when he had asked Amy about the stars, and she had responded. He still wondered about the jewels of the sky, wondered about what mysteries they held. Probably quite a few.
He would never find release.
That was his thought, that was the dark reality that had became his truth. Yet one had seen just a peek of the scars, and she had reacted quite well. It had been a delightful suprise, and something that he would no doubt treasure for the rest of his life. Yet it had also increased his hate for the Celestial race. You may ask why, and the answer is quite clear. This girl, this precious friend... she was a Teifling. And the Celestial's had told Elistar that that specific race was quite evil. If Amy was what the Celestial race considered evil... then Elistar was all for the evil people in this world. These dark thoughts continued to swirl in his head as he stared into the waters of the lake, the memories having come since this was the first place he had met her. He could remember the night quite clearly, as if it had only been yesterday. He had told her he had been afriad to take his shirt off. Even now, when he was alone, his cheeks brightened with a red hue at the thought. He must have looked like a idiot then. He wondered if that had been the thought running through her mind.
He looked as he always did, a black cloak hiding his sitting body, a scarred face framed with black bangs being the only thing that wasn't covered. Bright green eyes watched the surface of the dark water with a deep look in his eyes. The look was soon replaced with one of focus however, for he was able to snap himself out of his thoughts to focus upon the moon. His eyes lowly scanned upwards to find the spectacle of nature. It was a beautiful sight, and the star's only aided the natural beauty of this place. He could also remember when he had asked Amy about the stars, and she had responded. He still wondered about the jewels of the sky, wondered about what mysteries they held. Probably quite a few.
I don't recall much about this one. I believe I had an OOC crush on whoever this Amy person was. A crush on the character, not the writer. I don't know which one is worse.
