Post by michi on Jan 18, 2010 10:29:42 GMT -5
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when i realize i have but little further to go
the light of dawn breaks down
the walls in front of me
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Any person passing may think to him or herself, 'What in the world is that boy doing?'. This thought, this peculiar wondering, was perfectly justifiable. In fact if you didn't think it was odd what a certain white-haired boy was doing, there must certainly be something wrong with your own head. Ciro, with his nerves highly fringed, was not only pacing a small line across part of the school's gardens but half breaking down every few seconds. Every other lap he was close to tears and had to shake his head and mumble something along the lines of a reassurance.
It won't be that bad! Get it together, Ciro., the Butler scolded inwardly after stopping at the end of one of his little lines. It really wasn't going to be bad at all. No, nope, nu-uh. Not in the least. Maybe. Hopefully. In reality he couldn't really promise himself that because it could be bad. It could be an awful disaster just waiting to happen. Really, there was nothing stopping it from going either way. The only thing he could do was be on his best behavior and look the utmost butler-y he could once she arrived. Who was this she, you ask? Lady Sheva Malandro Minaj, second year student at Stella Fiore. Who Ciro was now contracted to, but had yet to meet. And that, my friends, was what was worrying him so much. He hadn't so much as been in the same room with his new Lady and was completely frantic about what would happen when the two set eyes on one another.
Was she strict? Was she going to like him? Or was she going to request another butler after seeing his strange appearance that hardly looked Italian, (or British for that matter)? Or maybe it would be his bandaged left cheek that would worry her; after all, he had gotten the cut preforming a simple task a day or two ago and still the gauze needed to protect his pale skin. Of course he also had a bruise forming on his left forearm too, but that was hidden by the dark suit he wore. The childish face he bore and his ghostly-coloured features looked completely out of place in the black formal wear that was just ever-so-slightly big. It was his size and all, but had yet to get it tailored to fit his feminine frame. Stupid, he whined mentally. He didn't look like a professional butler today, as he should have.
Resuming his pacing, the eighteen year old fretted on. Of course he was wondering what exactly Lady Sheva would be like, too. Was she strict or kind? Would she find his faults acceptable or not? Would she enjoy his company or shun him totally? Most of all, would she be happy with only a Level B? He had no idea, really. But he hoped she would understand. And then as any other boy might, he wondered what exactly she would look like. Women always seemed to have much more body times then men did and from the little descriptions he got of Miss. Sheva, Ciro was having a difficult time placing a picture in his mind. It wouldn't really matter in a moments time, however, because glancing at the wrist watch he wore, it was approaching two o'clock on this sunny autumn day.
Finally ceasing his nervous steps, Ciro Da Via settled for fidgeting in place next to one of the few empty tables in the garden. On it sat his small day-planner and a small tin that held sweets. Slipping off a single glove he hastily put a small cookie in his mouth and resumed his stiff position. This was the spot they had both agreed at to meet and knowing he would be late otherwise, the teen had made sure to arrive especially early. And Lady Sheva, if she were to be on time, should've arrived at any coming minute.
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-- character ♠ ciro nicholas da via ![/blockquote][/size]
-- word count ♠ six hundred fifty five [655] !
-- status ♠ complete !
-- muse ♠ dying !
-- tags ♠ barbie [sheva] !
-- template by ♠ myself !
-- top lyrics by ♠ fictionjunction YUUTA !
-- song ♠ funhouse, pink !
-- notes ♠ -burns post- totally and completely awful and extremely late. i'm sorry barbie dear! ;__;