Post by SILVERSUGAR on Jan 6, 2010 17:26:04 GMT -5
The morning caught Vishen Sylveryn by surprise as a night terror forced her bolt upright with a cry. Taking a moment to catch her breath the ex-deity wondered for a moment why she had even dreamed of her sister. It had been so long since she had even dreamed much less had one so terrifying. Looking up at the soft purple ceiling of her dorm room Vishen gave a shuddering sigh, without looking at her alarm clock she knew she didn’t even need to be up for at least an hour. The light in her room was dark, the paint was usually a pale pink…
Still it would be impossible to go back to sleep now. She was wide-awake after all.
Vishen missed not having to sleep. He missed dreamless nights. Gripping the white satin sheets tightly in her hand she formed a tight fist. Unsure if it was born of nightmare’s fear or if it was from the deep seeded sorrow from the memories it brought back, still Sylveryn knew anger when he felt it.
After another moment of soul searching Vishen decided to force the issue from her mind entirely. Slipping out from under the covers of the bed at last Sylveryn reached out to open the pink flowered drapery at the head. Looking out the window the ex-deity could see the soft blue waters of the lake sparkling from the first tiny beams of sun shooting across the glassy surface. It was normally refreshing to look out across the lake every morning, but today it only seemed a reminder that in this world Vishen was near powerless. It was a painful memory indeed. Still there was work to be done and it could not trouble her today!
Replacing the curtain Vishen turned her attention back to her bed. Because Vishen did not have a room-mate, and was not scheduled to ever have one, she had taken the liberty of pushing both of the dorms beds together to form one giant king sized bed. They were new mattresses, soft and usually most inviting, but now on top was a mess of tangled blankets. It was another reminder of the foul dreams that had spoiled her sleep. With a small snort of dissatisfaction Vishen reached down and tore the blankets off the bed. She threw them into a heap upon the floor and began smoothing out the cover sheet before reaching down into the pile for the silky sheet and laying that into place. A plain light blue fuzzy blanket went into place next and then the dark blue quilt on top. The quilt was patterned with varying shades of blue and grey spots much to Sylveryn’s taste, and when it came time to at last leave this world she thought she might miss it strangely.
Looking down at the freshly made bed Vishen thought… It was missing something. Her head must have still held a small trace of sleep for it took a moment to realize she had not yet replaced the pillows. She must have flung them in her dreams. Looking around she found the first of the two pillows to her right, next to the handsomely carved claw-feet of the antique wooden bureau. The third was at the foot of her bed lying on the soft faux fur of the white circle rug, the only area of her dorm that was carpeted. The rest of the room; save for the mock-tiled kitchen area, was an aged hardwood flooring dulled, scuffed, and scratched from many years of use, but not without a charm all its own. And as she crossed the room to retrieve the pillows Vishen’s bare feet resonated with small thuds at each footfall.
Placing the pillows in their place Sylveryn turned back to the bureau to change. Because he was not human, she was a being of neither male nor female origin, the ex-water deity was not limited to any particular style of clothing. Not that staff members of the school were aware or in agreement of this. She found it all so amusing to say the least. The whole reason for her even having both the male and female set of clothing were thanks to the members of a little club set up in her honor. The individual members of the group that were so convinced they knew her gender made it perfectly clear to the others by donating clothing to her and insisting that she wear the garments at least once a week.
Occasionally she would get scolded by teachers for wearing girl’s clothing, as some thought her to be male, however, because no one could say for sure just what Vishen was, they couldn’t forbid her from wearing either style! She found it incredibly humorous that, for one, clothing style should matter at all, and two that no one had even tried to point blank ask her gender. Not that she could honestly give an answer. Vishen never minded speaking the truth and saying “neither”, but in worlds like this saying such things would either not be understood or be a cause for concern or even scorn. It was safer to let everyone think what they would. That and if she wore plain jeans and a simple shirt it mattered not either way. Not that she owned any plain or simple clothing…
Admirers had given all of her garments to her so generally speaking the style varied drastically day to day. Not to mention, Vishen’s fashion sense was a little strange to begin with. At least when it came to wearing more “modern” styled clothes, as was the template of this world. Today she slipped into a pair of tight navy jeans with a flowing velvety green shirt that fell over her frame like a short dress. Accented with a cinching band of a darker green at the waist one would be hard pressed to say Vishen was not a girl based on figure alone. However, Sylveryn knew there were going to be peals of laughter from some of the students who assumed him to be male for wearing such feminine clothing. Still, it was easy to justify by flashing a smile and saying ‘I am wearing this for my fans.’ It never failed.
Once dressed, Vishen strode over to the full-length mirror that stood on the opposite side of the room and checked herself over. Never one for vanity, Sylveryn flicked her soft blue-grey eyes at her slightly matted hair and gave a small laugh. She’d leave the light brown locks bed-ridden today. With it so short and thin thanks to the heat there really wasn’t much of a point to brushing it out, besides, only a boy would have such a lack of concern for their hair anyway. It all fit.
Since it was so early Vishen wasn’t in a hurry to look for any papers she might need for the morning classes and so passed by her desk without a glance. She did the same for the small kitchen area, but only because it was useless without electricity running to it. It had been out when she had moved in and never bothered to put in a request to have it fixed. It was only even an issue during the rare times she had guests in her room. (And even then she merely told them the lie that she didn’t know how to cook and so always ate in the cafeteria, which was conveniently open at all hours to carded dormitory students. The truth was she simply didn’t physically need to eat as long as she had water to drink and thankfully there were numerous fountains thorough the entire campus.
Crossing the room Vishen went to the entryway and sat down on the step in order to lace up her favorite pair of knee-high boots. She didn’t bother with socks, for she didn’t sweat and they were already broken in. Another student had given her the shoes after complementing him on their appeal. Yes, that lad too was a member of Sylveryn’s fan club. He received such gifts often and was not against taking them for he needed such things in order to blend in and survive in this world. And it was not as though he did not return the favor. Most of those children merely took her company as payment, to the ones that gave more than she thought they should spare, Vishen would take the time to work out personal gifts in return in the form of publicly complementing them in front of their peers or writing them a letter of thanks. Sylveryn wasn’t naïve to the ways of the world and most teenagers were the same in any plain… Even something so simple as a kiss seemed payment enough to them and perhaps it meant more to them but why should that be any cause for concern? She treated them all as equals and they knew that, even if they didn’t admit it to each other. They were just children to her after all.
Once the heavy boots were laced Vishen rose to her feet and stretched before opening the door. It was never locked, no one ever even thought to check, and she knew this for fact. Pulling the door after her, it shut with a small click. It wasn’t as though she had any material possessions within her dorm to protect. The special things she did keep were small enough that they stayed on her person at all times.
As to be expected, the hallway was deserted. Intent on heading down to the grounds for a stroll before the sun made it too uncomfortable for her to do so Sylveryn made her way towards the stairwell. She could have just as easily taken an elevator like nearly all other students did, but she was not as accustomed to those as one might think. Despite seeing lifts of many variations through her travels either stairs or flight were always an accepted alternative so she’d honestly only ridden them a handful of times. It wasn’t as though she had a fear of elevators, quite the contrary, they were enjoyable…but rather, she found them unnatural and pointless. Why ride one when you could walk; were the health benefits not worth the extra time it took?
The stairs were quiet as well and strangely dark for such an hour. No matter, it bound to be a pleasant trip down to the first floor regardless. And so Vishen Sylveryn walked; with each step the memories of the night terrors that had awoken her faded...
Still it would be impossible to go back to sleep now. She was wide-awake after all.
Vishen missed not having to sleep. He missed dreamless nights. Gripping the white satin sheets tightly in her hand she formed a tight fist. Unsure if it was born of nightmare’s fear or if it was from the deep seeded sorrow from the memories it brought back, still Sylveryn knew anger when he felt it.
After another moment of soul searching Vishen decided to force the issue from her mind entirely. Slipping out from under the covers of the bed at last Sylveryn reached out to open the pink flowered drapery at the head. Looking out the window the ex-deity could see the soft blue waters of the lake sparkling from the first tiny beams of sun shooting across the glassy surface. It was normally refreshing to look out across the lake every morning, but today it only seemed a reminder that in this world Vishen was near powerless. It was a painful memory indeed. Still there was work to be done and it could not trouble her today!
Replacing the curtain Vishen turned her attention back to her bed. Because Vishen did not have a room-mate, and was not scheduled to ever have one, she had taken the liberty of pushing both of the dorms beds together to form one giant king sized bed. They were new mattresses, soft and usually most inviting, but now on top was a mess of tangled blankets. It was another reminder of the foul dreams that had spoiled her sleep. With a small snort of dissatisfaction Vishen reached down and tore the blankets off the bed. She threw them into a heap upon the floor and began smoothing out the cover sheet before reaching down into the pile for the silky sheet and laying that into place. A plain light blue fuzzy blanket went into place next and then the dark blue quilt on top. The quilt was patterned with varying shades of blue and grey spots much to Sylveryn’s taste, and when it came time to at last leave this world she thought she might miss it strangely.
Looking down at the freshly made bed Vishen thought… It was missing something. Her head must have still held a small trace of sleep for it took a moment to realize she had not yet replaced the pillows. She must have flung them in her dreams. Looking around she found the first of the two pillows to her right, next to the handsomely carved claw-feet of the antique wooden bureau. The third was at the foot of her bed lying on the soft faux fur of the white circle rug, the only area of her dorm that was carpeted. The rest of the room; save for the mock-tiled kitchen area, was an aged hardwood flooring dulled, scuffed, and scratched from many years of use, but not without a charm all its own. And as she crossed the room to retrieve the pillows Vishen’s bare feet resonated with small thuds at each footfall.
Placing the pillows in their place Sylveryn turned back to the bureau to change. Because he was not human, she was a being of neither male nor female origin, the ex-water deity was not limited to any particular style of clothing. Not that staff members of the school were aware or in agreement of this. She found it all so amusing to say the least. The whole reason for her even having both the male and female set of clothing were thanks to the members of a little club set up in her honor. The individual members of the group that were so convinced they knew her gender made it perfectly clear to the others by donating clothing to her and insisting that she wear the garments at least once a week.
Occasionally she would get scolded by teachers for wearing girl’s clothing, as some thought her to be male, however, because no one could say for sure just what Vishen was, they couldn’t forbid her from wearing either style! She found it incredibly humorous that, for one, clothing style should matter at all, and two that no one had even tried to point blank ask her gender. Not that she could honestly give an answer. Vishen never minded speaking the truth and saying “neither”, but in worlds like this saying such things would either not be understood or be a cause for concern or even scorn. It was safer to let everyone think what they would. That and if she wore plain jeans and a simple shirt it mattered not either way. Not that she owned any plain or simple clothing…
Admirers had given all of her garments to her so generally speaking the style varied drastically day to day. Not to mention, Vishen’s fashion sense was a little strange to begin with. At least when it came to wearing more “modern” styled clothes, as was the template of this world. Today she slipped into a pair of tight navy jeans with a flowing velvety green shirt that fell over her frame like a short dress. Accented with a cinching band of a darker green at the waist one would be hard pressed to say Vishen was not a girl based on figure alone. However, Sylveryn knew there were going to be peals of laughter from some of the students who assumed him to be male for wearing such feminine clothing. Still, it was easy to justify by flashing a smile and saying ‘I am wearing this for my fans.’ It never failed.
Once dressed, Vishen strode over to the full-length mirror that stood on the opposite side of the room and checked herself over. Never one for vanity, Sylveryn flicked her soft blue-grey eyes at her slightly matted hair and gave a small laugh. She’d leave the light brown locks bed-ridden today. With it so short and thin thanks to the heat there really wasn’t much of a point to brushing it out, besides, only a boy would have such a lack of concern for their hair anyway. It all fit.
Since it was so early Vishen wasn’t in a hurry to look for any papers she might need for the morning classes and so passed by her desk without a glance. She did the same for the small kitchen area, but only because it was useless without electricity running to it. It had been out when she had moved in and never bothered to put in a request to have it fixed. It was only even an issue during the rare times she had guests in her room. (And even then she merely told them the lie that she didn’t know how to cook and so always ate in the cafeteria, which was conveniently open at all hours to carded dormitory students. The truth was she simply didn’t physically need to eat as long as she had water to drink and thankfully there were numerous fountains thorough the entire campus.
Crossing the room Vishen went to the entryway and sat down on the step in order to lace up her favorite pair of knee-high boots. She didn’t bother with socks, for she didn’t sweat and they were already broken in. Another student had given her the shoes after complementing him on their appeal. Yes, that lad too was a member of Sylveryn’s fan club. He received such gifts often and was not against taking them for he needed such things in order to blend in and survive in this world. And it was not as though he did not return the favor. Most of those children merely took her company as payment, to the ones that gave more than she thought they should spare, Vishen would take the time to work out personal gifts in return in the form of publicly complementing them in front of their peers or writing them a letter of thanks. Sylveryn wasn’t naïve to the ways of the world and most teenagers were the same in any plain… Even something so simple as a kiss seemed payment enough to them and perhaps it meant more to them but why should that be any cause for concern? She treated them all as equals and they knew that, even if they didn’t admit it to each other. They were just children to her after all.
Once the heavy boots were laced Vishen rose to her feet and stretched before opening the door. It was never locked, no one ever even thought to check, and she knew this for fact. Pulling the door after her, it shut with a small click. It wasn’t as though she had any material possessions within her dorm to protect. The special things she did keep were small enough that they stayed on her person at all times.
As to be expected, the hallway was deserted. Intent on heading down to the grounds for a stroll before the sun made it too uncomfortable for her to do so Sylveryn made her way towards the stairwell. She could have just as easily taken an elevator like nearly all other students did, but she was not as accustomed to those as one might think. Despite seeing lifts of many variations through her travels either stairs or flight were always an accepted alternative so she’d honestly only ridden them a handful of times. It wasn’t as though she had a fear of elevators, quite the contrary, they were enjoyable…but rather, she found them unnatural and pointless. Why ride one when you could walk; were the health benefits not worth the extra time it took?
The stairs were quiet as well and strangely dark for such an hour. No matter, it bound to be a pleasant trip down to the first floor regardless. And so Vishen Sylveryn walked; with each step the memories of the night terrors that had awoken her faded...
