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Amber Ramius
Gothic Lolita Cutie, Nephilim
Kanami Miyamoto
"I search for The Truth!"
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(7/24/06 5:45 pm)
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Dearest.
A short visit home, a girl’s mind filled with unease and questions about many occurrences, the more recent one seemed to be the most problematic. Should she even say what bothered her most? Or should she stay quiet so that she wouldn’t have to leave again, hiding who knows where.
Amber stood before the door, golden numbers of house 223 glimmering in the afternoon light. She waited for a moment to see if the door would suddenly open and the ball of energy named Ria would barrel down on her with a hug. Nothing happened, so she knocked twice.
“Come in.” Replied a slurred voice. Every year on this particular day, her mother would drown her sorrows in various alcohol. Tonight it would be certain that she would cry herself to sleep, a ritual of sorrow because of a lost love. It had always bothered Amber to see her mother cry, especially on a day like this. She sighed once and walked inside the unlocked house. Inside was sparkling clean, in fact a broom and a few cleaning supplies (a broom, the vacuum, a ruler and carpet cleaner) was visible close to the doorway. The house smelled like both lemons and flowers. Stepping into the living room, there was a noticeable blue vase filled with gardenia centered on the coffee table. Exactly centered, Amber realized why there was a ruler resting among cleaning supplies.
Underneath the window, in the corner of the living room kneeled Ciana Ramius praying before an altar, a butsudan of sorts. An ebony-framed picture of Ian Ramius was centered, surrounded by some tablets written in Japanese and Italian. A stub of a finished incense stick stood upright, and a Celtic cross made of silver was the only other touch of the western culture in the altar. Surrounding the woman were bottles of various liquors, some were open and empty and the rest were yet to be tasted.
Amber walked over to her mother and hugged her from behind, wrapping her arms around her. She didn’t mind the distinct scent of wine or the murmur of a hello that her mother gave her.
“Hi mom...” she said gently. “Ria’s out today?”
“Yeah, she with friends today,” her mother’s words were less slurred and more choked up. How long she was crying in front of that altar was hard to tell. “She’ll be back in time for dinner.”
“And the gardenia? They’re lovely.”
“Michael sent his condolences...he said he wished for me to have a brief smile on my face.”
Had Michael Vendetta acheived that today? Amber would not know but she would have to thank him for trying. She glanced over her mother’s shoulder, staring at the picture of her father. A handsome man by all means; dark-mahogany hair, dark eyes with a violet hue and the most calm smile. She had always imagined him with the most brilliant set of large wings, watching over the cosmos with that calm smile. The winged girl stared at the picture and simply wondered to herself. She remember vividly the day he left: he had promised at her bedside to return as soon as he could.
“Take care of your mother, little wing. I promise I’ll come back.”
For the life of her, she could not remember his face anymore. Memories had started to fade the day her wings emerged and her pretty violet eyes became dark voids. She could remember that gentle voice that soothed her to sleep and ceased her tears.
“You were his link to sanity you know...” Ciana said, taking a sip from a glass. Red wine, dark and maybe dry to the tongue. The dark red liquid swirled around in the glass and without a spill. “I remember that well. Hiding away from Heaven for three years, your father was in a melancholy state; nothing I could do for him helped. No medication or activity would lift that desolate state from him, even the angelic magic at our disposal was no use. I was so worried about him, I can’t imagine how that must feel to be away from his place.”
She reached up and brushed her fingers through Amber’s hair. The winged girl said nothing, staring at the picture and imagining what her mother was telling her. How painful could it be to be away from God? Her father’s Dominion rank couldn’t even save him from the call of Heaven, something that Amber had come to terms with long ago. Her mother continued:
“And then one day when you were about a year old, he asked to hold you. I gave you to him and he just cradled you. It was wonderful, little wing! All you did was smile, giggle, and he just came back to life. Your father was playing with you and smiling...it was like a little miracle. That’s how we’ve been able to be safe those peaceful years...you kept him sane.”
A pause between them. Her mother reached over to replace the finished stick with a new incense stick. This one smelled strongly of China Rain.
"So I was..."
Ciana nodded and a flick of her wrist extinguished the match. The twirls of gray smoke rose from the incense stick
"He did a lot for us, little wing. He used forbidden knowledge to protect us, chose us over his own God-Given destiny. Through it all, you were his light."
Amber shut her eyes, doing her best to hold back tears. She had came to visit her mother to tell her about the angelic being that had managed to be on campus, that it was possible that they would have to hide again and leave the good friends they all had made.
But that would be stupid...I’m going to protect them with all my soul...even if...
“Amber? What’s wrong?” Her mother enveloped her in a hug, though she would not be able to draw a word from those tears...
Edited by: sugoi sake at: 7/24/06 8:47 pm
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