Dante awoke suddenly, the cold sweat on his body drenching him and sticking his clothes to his slim body. He groaned, getting out of bed, then he changed into a nice looking layout of clothes that was previously set out nearby. He wondered for a second who it was setting these clothes for him, but he figured it best not to delve too deep. There was a deep red velvet shirt and denim-esque slacks of the same colour, and a deep black vest that fit to his chest nicely. There were shoes, a deep maroon with delicately pointed toes, along with the necessary silk undergarmends. To his suprise, after slipping on the nicely fitted black gloves set out for him, that there was a cloak hung for him in his closet. A cloak identical to the rest of the Order's, and he wondered if this was some sort of initiation. Dante left his bedroom to the soothing music of a piano minuet somewhere deep within the castle, and he made his way to the entrance to the castle. He walked outside, enjoying the calm, smoothe air brushing past his hair. He smiled as he came to a large oak tree, strangely out of place than the rest of the clearing. Dante payed no notice, and sat at it's base lazily with one leg bent against him and the other straight against the ground. It feels so nice for things to be calm for once... he thought to himself, and wondered where the rest of the usually bustling Order had gone. Those thoughts were soon replaced by none, and he made his way back to the castle when the chirping birds in the tree started to bother him. He rooted his way through the rooms, finding nobody. This was the second time the entire castle was empty for him, and he was once again felt that something was about to go horribly wrong.
He was right, like usual.
Jareth Black · Tue May 10, 2005 @ 05:43pm · 5 Comments |