walking along the waters [ahmose]

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=23201c][atrb=width,461,true] ☂I'VE SEEN THIS ONCE BEFORE PLANNED PERFECTION SOUGHT IN MY DREAMS The sun was especially bright on that cool, winter morning, the air seeming to threaten the loss of the boy's ears and fingertips. Domitius was currently sitting on the ground, one hand pulling at the blades of grass, the other wrapped around his knobby knees which were pulled up to this chest. A few passing people gave a curious glance to the dark-haired boy; why was a child sitting out here by himself, especially when it was obvious he had a master someone he needed to get back to? Though no one seemed to bother the young slave-boy, so he stayed where he was, contently watching the waters of the river, and trying not to lose the ends of any appendages to the biting cold. It was true that Domitius had somewhere else to be, things that needed to be done, but he just couldn't do them right now. He knew he'd be severely punished later for this, but all that he wanted to do right now was sit there, watching the people and clouds pass by while his mind wandered. The boy's attention was redirected to a cat then, some scrawny little stray, who, like most animals seemed to do, felt compelled to wander over to him. Straightening his legs out, Domitius held the small feline on his lap, gently stroking it's soft gray fur, though he silently wished he could just push the animal away. But that would be a heartless act; it seemed this cat hadn't been shown much love, so why shouldn't he give it at least a little bit of affection? "Sorry, I don't have anything to feed you with," the young slave muttered, bright green eyes looking over the skinny feline with a bit of pity. "You look like you've had a tough time. I'm sorry." Perhaps it was a bit silly to be talking to some stray cat, but Domitius couldn't help feeling sad about the animal's plight. Next time he saw a stray cat, he'd give it something to eat, the boy silently promised. Crossing his legs underneath him, Domitius moved his hands under the animal's body, using the body heat to warm up his fingers. "I should probably get back." the boy said to his new friend, the wind picking up and ruffling his dark black hair. "It's getting cold out, and I have chores to do. Not to mention my master will be very angry with me, since I'm not even supposed to be out here right now, and I don't know what-- ouch!" Suddenly, the little gray feline had decided to run away, scratching the boy's hand in the process. Domitius took back his promise; next time he saw a cat, he'd throw a pebble at it. Standing up, the boy rubbed his hand-- wincing as he rubbed the long scratches across his palm, little red dots of blood welling up-- and saw that someone had came closer to the two, which had caused the animal to run away. TAGGED AHMOSE WORDS A LOT? NOTES HOPE THIS IS GOOD, I'M TIRED ORZ CREDIT MADE BY EDWARD OF ON THE EDGE

[AHMOSE]

[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28m240.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #FFFFFF;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] IF WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE you are a shadow in the fourth dimension Ahmose thought he had things pretty good. His life wasn't that hard, even for one of a slave; he was rarely punished, could take his time with errands (if they weren't urgent) and generally, things weren't too bad. Yet he was painfully aware that a lot of that had to do with the nature of his master; so caring, so generous. He knew some of his friends weren't so lucky. The boy often got worked up about that. He spent quite a lot of time thinking about it, and getting needlessly upset because he knew there was nothing he could do about it. In fact, it was this that he was pondering as he walked home, having just delivered a letter. What would've happened had he not been so lucky? Would he be kicked out, sold, shuffled between masters and been beaten along the way, for the simple fact that no-one wanted a partially-blind slave? After all, what good was he if he couldn't see? So it was that Ahmose happened upon the younger teen in this rather downtrodden mindset, and decided he could do with some cheering up. And from what he knew of his friend, Domitius could always do with some comfort himself. And was that a cat he had purring in his lap? The teen was rather fond of cats; he put it down to his Egyptian heritage. But as he approached, the cat ran off... he wasn't that scary, was he? Perhaps it was the red of his scarf, so vibrant and bold, that had frightened the small feline away. "Hey," he said, approaching the younger boy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare him away." There was genuine regret in his voice, as though scaring the cat was the worst thing that he ever could have done. He reached out to give the boy a welcoming clasp on the shoulder, the smile on his face serving in place of a formal greeting. "Did he scratch you? Here..." he rummaged through the pockets of his tunic, searching for... well, anything that could be used as a makeshift bandage. A handkerchief, or something. Alas, his search was unsuccessful. "I don't... I don't have anything. I'm sorry." He spoke sheepishly, embarrassed at his lack of anything vaguely useful. "But anyway... how are you?" A quick move on as he tried to cover the mistake, to draw attention away from the fact that he was useless. He hoped it wasn't too obvious. ooc :: orz sorry for the fail we see the corners where nothing happens

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=23201c][atrb=width,461,true] ☂I'VE SEEN THIS ONCE BEFORE PLANNED PERFECTION SOUGHT IN MY DREAMS "Oh, hello Ahmose." Domitius said, seeing that it was his friend who had been approaching. The dark-haired boy smiled at the other boy-- though the smile wasn't exactly something you'd call 'cheerful'-- rubbing the scratch on his palm with his fingers. It was nice seeing his friend, especially since he had someone to talk to now. Though he also wondered if Ahmose wasn't too busy to talk now; he'd feel bad if he got one of his few friends in trouble. "Hm? Oh, yes, it's just a small scratch, nothing bad." Domitius said, looking at said wound on his hand. He stood there while his friend rummaged through his pockets for something to bandage his hand with, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "It's okay, it's nothing bad, really." he said, when no bandage could be found. It really wasn't anything fatal, the cut barely even stung, now. Domitius licked the end of his thumb, rubbing it across the scratch. "See? All better." he said, showing Ahmost his palm, a thin line the only mark to show he had a wound. Bringing his feet together, the dark-haired boy rocked back a bit on his heels, the worn leather boots on his feet scuffing together. "I-I'm fine. I was just sitting out here, thinking." the young slave boy said, his green eyes looking at his friend's face, then darting away to observe something else. In truth, Domitius was dreading returning back hom-- to the house. Though he was certain his punishment would become more severe the longer he stayed out, the boy just wasn't ready to go back just yet. He was already thinking how he would sneak back into the large home of his master; perhaps he'd wait until they all fell asleep, then sneaked in through a window? Or maybe come in through the back servant's entrance? It didn't matter, Domitius had a sinking feeling that he'd get caught either way, so maybe it was better to just waltz in through the front door and face his fears, so to speak. "What about you? Are you busy right now?" he asked, his head reflexively tilting to the side, rubbing his marred palm with the end of his thumb; it was starting to sting a bit. TAGGED AHMOSE WORDS ENOUGH NOTES URGH IS THIS POST OKAY? CREDIT MADE BY EDWARD OF ON THE EDGE