APH - JOYAPH - JOY
In the field, she felt another raindrop land on her nose.
It brought back those memories.
It had been years, and she only just managed to forget about them.
Above the girl in the field, was a stretching mass of misty darkness with the faint glimmer of early stars coming out. It was nearing sunset, if there was a wonderful sun with reaching rays of light in the sky. She had been out there for a couple of hours, in a field becoming so wet and olive green from an earlier drizzle it was beginning to stain her knee-boots and dress skirt. Her knees, she knew, would be dappled in dull hues of brown and green where the boots didn’t cover.
No umbrella to protect her from the approaching rain fall.
He was gone. No one to protect her joy. It had run out like the sand in an hourglass.
The train came to a screeching halt on the tracks. He still remained before her, yet was forcing himself to step away. She felt his arms, fro
APH - Halloween TroublesAPH - HALLOWEEN TROUBLES
“I am not entirely sure what has gotten into Alfred. First moment the boy’s screeching at me to go purchase a good Halloween costume for him and the next he’s trying to destroy some part of it with the Crayola markers Matthew gave him for his birthday.”
Across from Arthur, who had finished speaking, stood Francis icing a chocolate cake with orange icing. It appeared as if his good but sometimes rather irritating friend had not heard him and simply continued to place intricate and vibrant swirls on the baked good’s surface.
The cake was Francis’s creation, of course. A cake that was homemade, no box but a recipe passed down in the Frenchman’s family; it was just at the right texture of being moist, no egg shells and cooled down just enough to apply frosting made fresh. Arthur’s own cake was a crumbling, terribly burnt creature, in Francis’s opinion, thrown in the trashcan with a watere
APH - Kingdom Come PT 6Ring.
The piano down the hall stopped filling the house with delicate music.
His footsteps cascaded down the hallway from the piano room to the study.
“Hallo, this is Herr Roderich Edelstein speaking. How may I be of service of you?” he spoke.
The voice on the other end was one he hadn’t heard of for close to two years. He gasped slightly in realization. Suddenly he was split in half, one relieved and the other disappointed. Being relieved at hearing this particular voice outshone the other.
“Holy Rome?” Austria had to ask, as if this was all a dream.
It wasn’t. Not at all.
Holy Rome’s voice was still the same as he remembered it.
Finally, the brunette gave a questioning thought, But… you aren’t supposed to be here…?
“Where are you?” he decided.
“Does it truly matte