fly so H|I|G|H (Euphoria)

[MASAAKI HOTAKA TSUKIOMI]

Wind is calling out your name,
It is giving you the strength

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It was perhaps his most favorite place in the world, not because the structure itself was a beautiful piece of work, but because of the kind of scenery its rooftop gave when one stood up on it. From there, one could immediate appreciate the surroundings of the religious structure, both of the Duomo and the rest of Milan. Up at that place, he felt much closer to the sky than he ever was, hiss eye able to see more clearly the colors of deep blue and white. Although he was not flying much like how he wish it would be so, just being high up from the bottom surface was enough to make him feel a little satisfied. Even if there were other people around, this was still his place to be during time of contemplation and relaxation. Up there, all he needed was that view to make him feel alive again.

Masaaki took in a deep breath of the autumn air, filling his lungs up with his cool freshness before letting the byproducts of the process out of his system, along with whatever was bothering him that day escape. Not many people knew the significance of that day, except maybe the lady he had been together with for the past few years. And as he looked up at the heavens above, he hoped that he could see that person up there right now, the male feeling rather guilty that he could not go visit her grave. “Gomen nasai, haha-ue (Forgive me, mother),” he muttered softly under his breath, trying to hold his sadness back a little. He hated it, that feeling of melancholy whenever this day would come. It just affected his over all performance whenever it did, his mind wandering often enough for him to make a mistake or two. Thankfully that day had fallen onto a weekend this year, allowing him to take some time off without causing any trouble for his lady. Of all people, he did not want to trouble her on that day.

As he stared on at the panorama from where he stood, the male felt something suddenly get stuck to his leg as a soft breeze blew by. His gaze shifted downward at the object: a small flyer that had been carried around by the wind. Bending to pick it up, he looked through it a little, before getting an idea, the male starting to fold the paper up at different angle as if performing origami. A few quick adjustments here and there, while shaping up the shape he wanted for it. “And…there. That looks about right,” he said as he looked at what he made: a paper plane. It had been a while since he ever bother creating one like he did when he was still a child, remembering some of those childish fantasies he had growing up. Back then, he was so engrossed in trying to fly one day, even wanting to be a pilot. Alas, he stopped dream after that day, childhood fantasies becoming no more than a fleeting memory. He sighed lightly as he did some reminiscing, then setting the plane free to fly away, along with those old imaginings.

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If I had the wings I will fly
Higher than anything, anyone

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| Tagged | Euphoria
| Words | 532
| Music | Fly (English Version) by LIV
| Notes | A decent starter I think. Meh...I feel I'm still rusty.
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[sophia]

Euphoria Diterlizzi *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

It would take others a few minutes just to realize how impressive the building is. However it only took Euphoria but two seconds to find out how fun it is being on top of the Duomo. You could see virtually anything from here and as the half-Hungarian girl peered over she could not help but ogle at the heads of the citizens and cars passing by. A feeling like she had accomplished something washed over Euphoria's face. It is times like this where she really loved being alone and out of Stella Fiore. Life there had been fun, to tell the truth, however once she realized just how strict and cruel the teachers are it always makes Euphoria wanted to drop out of that place. For instance there is so much more homework now that she's found her butler. And it would seem the butler does not get any work at all! This truly aggravates Euphoria, who had always noticed how Chris never really does anything. Well, then again she never tells him to do much either. She still hates him, and deep inside Euphoria knows she must get over it in the future. But even if she does, there could be no promise them two will get any closer then just a lady-butler relationship. Shifting her black dog collar a little, a habit Euphoria had gained, the girl walked to another spot and flung her arms over the railing. A part of her regretted not bringing Chris along, and now she wished something exciting would happen. Of course, it's not like of that guy to be anything fun and exciting. She'll be damned if one day he would actually manage a smile! This is, to an extent, one of the many things she hated him.

Some group of elementary school kids passed by and Euphoria could hear some whispering and felt some eyes on her back. Turning around she stuck out her tongue and stomped away. They were most likely whispering about her dress. Even though it is a very comfy outfit it truly is eccentric and out of place to wear. To others Euphoria's dress may seem a little maid-like and poofy but to her it is but another outfit to wear. But thank goodness nobody commented about her collar. It is indeed weird to find someone wearing one, especially when it's intended for pets, but Euphoria could really care for such statements. Suddenly something hit the side of her head, making the girl do a double-take and find herself reeling around again. This time it was no children. Other then some securities, Euphoria saw a young man, an effeminate one at that. He wasn't exactly looking at her, and she doubts he did this on purpose. Looking down at the ground Euphoria saw a paper airplane and picked it up. Glancing back at him, she contemplated if she should give it back to him. Might as well, I mean...he seem okay. Euphoria thought with a shrug. Soon Euphoria found herself walking towards him and saying," Hello there, is this your paper airplane by any chance?"

word count: 518
post status: finished!
outfit: poofy green dress
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: none

[MASAAKI HOTAKA TSUKIOMI]

Wind is calling out your name,
It is giving you the strength

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It was released, the folding piece of work that he made which was to soar the skies towards some unknown place. He was hoping it would fly very far away somewhere, perhaps to the other side of town if the wind permitted it to travel that far. Just as long as it would fly away from him, the male putting also some of his emotion in the item when he let it loose. It flew for a while in a straight path, and yet the male forgot to take something else into account. A breeze blew against the plane as it flew, making it make a sudden turn around which suddenly made it start flying back towards the rooftop. The male blinked a bit as he saw this, as if the act was telling him that he could not just release those feelings so easily, and that it would always come back. He sighed deeply as that thought crossed his mind, having a feeling of ambivalence at the moment as uncertainty overwhelmed him.

It probably was not that odd, but the roof was certainly more crowded than usually today, a few children and other onlookers staying there for who knows what reason. Apparently, there was some chatting going about in his surroundings, yet the male just ignored them since he had nothing to do with it in the first place. Masaaki was never one to be curious about the mindless gossip of other people, not really standing it much. He may be effeminate at times, but that was one thing he would never indulge himself with. Instead, he kept to himself a little more whilst wondering just what he should do now. He was free to do whatever he wanted really, but he was too busy sulking over the past to even bother doing anything fun. He may not be at fault for that person’s death, but it still affected him in many ways, especially when he was growing up. He knew that no matter what, he could not go back to those days, only able to move forward, unlike that paper place of his. Especially for what would happened next.

A “Hm?” escaped his lips suddenly, someone rather unfamiliar calling out to his attention which prompted him to turn around from where he was facing. He looked at the young lady, a woman much shorter and younger than he was, but still rather charming if he might add. Yet, he had a certain surprised look on his face seeing what the girl was wearing: a green….maid outfit? It struck him as rather weird, especially since he was accustomed to the black ones more, never before seeing on in that color. That wasn’t the only thing though, a object around he neck somewhat catching his attention. Is that a… he thought before his trail of thinking got cut off, the male noticing the thing she had in his hand. It was just like he conceptualized earlier, some things were just not easy to let go off, prompting the male to suddenly laugh to himself at how strange fate was at times. He laughed, though his eyes were tearing up a little.

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If I had the wings I will fly
Higher than anything, anyone

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| Tagged | Euphoria
| Words | 530
| Music | NONE
| Notes | Wow...you replied rather fast.
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[sophia]

Euphoria Diterlizzi *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

Sometimes Euphoria find randomness as weird yet amusing. And then there were times when she finds it just well...out of place. But for some reason while she held the paper airplane and looked at the laughing boy, she wandered if it is her coming here with this paper creation that triggered his laugh. Euphoria tilted her head to the side, a habit she sees other ladies doing. She could visibly see other people turning around a little just to see what is the commotion about. Wait, were they eavesdropping on them? Hmph, such rude people. Then glancing at what is most likely his paper airplane, Euphoria pondered whether to just give it to him or talk to him a little bit. The guy seem kind of lonely, and he looks..tame. She isn't quick to judge people and right now Euphoria needs someone to talk to anyway. Maybe vent off her irritation and stuff. "Hey, hey Mister? Are you feeling alright?" Euphoria then asked. Although she is saying those words, she felt as if this male is not exactly feeling sad at all. Since when does sad people cry anyways?

But then again, why had he laughed anyways? Was he joking to himself? Or maybe it's her outfit again? Mentally shaking her head, Euphoria hid back the thought of telling him off. He was still a stranger, and she herself cannot read other people's minds like that. She always liked reading what others are thinking, and slowly she had grown a small obsession with it. Call her eccentric but Euphoria had once thought she can read other people's minds. However those all changed with the coming of that boy, Chris. He's has no personality whatsoever. And now, Euphoria really did shake her head, because she's thinking about him again. Oh why must fate be so cruel? Every time she meets a boy, her mind would immediately think about her butler. He's the reason why she never liked boys much. "Mister, are you thinking about something sad?" This comment, like his laugh, was random. Euphoria never can understand some people's emotions at times, yet her heart clearly can tell. She put a finger on her chin and give a little grin. Yep, she hates times like these. "Because if you are, you could always talk to me!" Euphoria jabbed a thumb at herself and her grin widened. Oh she felt a little better now, since the atmosphere isn't changing at all.

word count: 410
post status: finished!
outfit: poofy green dress
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: none

[MASAAKI HOTAKA TSUKIOMI]

Wind is calling out your name,
It is giving you the strength

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Irony of fate…or so he entitled the scene anyway. Just when you think you let something go, it finds its way to come back to you like a curse. And to top it all of, it sent some strangely dressed woman to him as well. The situation was just so…awkward, that he could not stop laughing at the situation he was in. It was perhaps the hardest he had laughed in a long while, enough to perhaps be considered as someone crazy in the eyes of the onlookers that noticed his somewhat pathetic display. And yet, even as he did laugh, Masaaki was becoming a little teary eyed as well, a rather strange reaction resulting from the mixture of emotions he was having within him. The fact that he was sad till remained.

“N-no…It’s quite alright. I’m fine,” he tell the young lady he his laughter toned down to a mere giggle. He took in a few deep breathes as he tried to regain his composure, his hand brushing off some of the tears he had in his eyes. After getting all that out, he was feeling a little better about his day enough to think he’d get by it just fine. Of course, that still did not seem to remove the fact that the young ‘maid’ still seemed concerned for him. It touched him really to see such a girl show much concern for him, reminding him of that caring little ‘imouto’ he had back in the academy. Still, she seemed a little more peculiar compared to that other person, her attire still distracting him a little. He had to admit, he was curious as to why she sported such an outfit. Was it her master’s fetish or something or was it something more personal. He could not tell really since he was no fashion expert, but it really did make her stand out more than usual. He had to admit, she was a rather attractive young lady though, but also apparently very much younger than he was.

A smile curled on his face hearing those words she said, actually a little flattered that she would offer herself up to listen to his petty little troubles. It was a nice gesture, though Masaaki was not one to disclose his little problems on a stranger he’s just met. Rather unconsciously, he extended his right hand and placed it on her head, as if petting her before he took the paper plane from her. “Thanks, my lady, but I’ll be alright,” he said while keeping a small grin on his lips, putting on a façade to keep his troubles to himself, “Though I guess I could use some company, miss…” He paused for a moment not really know her name, nor what to appropriately cal her.

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If I had the wings I will fly
Higher than anything, anyone

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| Tagged | Euphoria
| Words | 465
| Music | Setsugetsuka by Kaito, Gakupo and Len
| Notes | Meh...I'm still tired from last night...-_-
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