|Favourite genre of music: Anything melancholic.|
to burn and dream of posiesA young boy sits at a piano, slim fingers gliding over the same three keys over and over again.to burn and dream of posies by Seth-Conflaris
Little Tim isn't sure he wants to play the piano any more, isn't sure he wants to continue tickling the ivory like he's been taught to ever since he can remember because there's something in the one-two beat of the metronome that speaks of Eternity and it terrifies him.
But then, Timmy can't stop playing the piano, now can he? Not really. Because his parents are so, so proud of him and they simply can't wait to listen to him play at Sidney, or at London, or Milan. And, of course, he will be playing in each and every one of these venues.
Isn't that right, Timmy?
So he keeps playing the scales until his fingers are sore and under it all are the three keys forever seared into his mind, his double C to an A to a DCA, whose misplaced presence never fails to draw a sad, disappointed look from his father.
Timmy doesn't get much sleep anymore.
His parents aren't too happy about having to soundproof
100 Themes for ParaShi.1) Introduction100 Themes for ParaShi. by Seth-Conflaris
It was an introduction that would become one of the most infamous in the history of the Ginsenkei.
It seemed odd that they should have to introduce themselves to each other even after they had fought beside one another, but certain niceties had to be preserved it would seem.
Most people would be honoured to be introduced to the crown prince of the elementalists. Ryuu wasn't most people.
Ryuu extended his hand.
The end result being that Taiki got a face full of Ryuu's palm.
Then Nobu came by.
The ensuing fight destroyed over half the Ginsenkei compound.
It had been his life.
He could count the feathers on a flying bird fifty paces away, and hit it with an arrow from a hundred.
That isn't to say it had been a cake walk. Oh, he was a natural, that was for sure, but genius only takes one so far. He'd worked hard for his skill.
And suddenly it wasn't worth a damn.
He'd drowned in that cursed, inky darkness, and he didn't float bac
Gyallard profile.Name: Gyllard "Gyles" EstrivalGyallard profile. by Seth-Conflaris
Race: Waddle Dee
Description: As nondescript as a Waddle Dee can get, in fact a regular picture of a Waddle Dee captures him rather well.
Occupation: Battlemage-in-training, Assassin-in-training, tailor.
Element: Light and Shadow.
Personality: At first glance Gyllard, or Gyles as he prefers to be called, seems to have no personality whatsoever as he almost never wears any other expression besides one of minor exasperation at whatever idiocy happens to be surrounding him at the time. He does however take pleasure in suggesting absurd, demeaning, and effective methods of curing whoever may be perpetrating said idiocy. He also enjoys popping out of peoples shadows (literally) and scaring the their socks off. He's a bit of a sadist, if purely a mental one.
Wind cloak: Creates a barrier of wind about the wearer so as to keep the wearer cool in the desert heat. Might be able to block a floating leaf, but other than that its defen