(greyson) solemn sunny days

[ROSALIE BRAONAIN]

Nightmares had plagued her dreams, visions of ghostly beings with wailings mouths tearing at her skin as they rose from the graves, grabbing at her wrists as gripping her tightly as they dragged her back down with them. She awoke with piercing scream, her roommate had grumbled swearing loudly – tossing pillows and the works at her petrified form. She’d apologised and while her pillow had looked tempting she couldn’t quite bring herself to sleep again – not if those ghosts were waiting for her again. Morning had broken and she’d thanked whichever celestial being was up there that her dreams had been plagued on a Friday night, Saturdays by all accounts were meant for lazing around anyway.

Tying her hair into a long loose braid she yawned rubbed at the circles under her eyes as she stared in the large mirror that sat at her dresser. Make up was a definite necessity today; she looked like one of those creatures the non-magical put into their zombie movies for Christ sake. She hardly needed to start the year off spooking everybody in sight – regardless of how funny it would be.
Finally deciding she looked semi acceptable she grabbed her homework folder and set out to the courtyard – humming a radio jingle she’d caught in her head. For a moment her mind dwindled to her nightmares and as she instantly winced from remembrance her eyes widened as her foot slipped from under her. Papers and folders pieces flew everywhere, as she clattered with a high pitched - and very un banshee like – squeak to the ground.

“Just wonderful,” she sighed as she began dusting off her skirt.


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[GREYSON SHAWN MOROSA]

Greyson had been in the courtyard for most of the morning, he had gone out there that morning to eat in quiet piece then maybe work on a little homework and research. The young necromancer sat there with his book on developmental staged of necromancy before he noticed someone else walked out. He smiled softly watching Rose, while the young student enjoyed being on his own it was always nice to have company as well. He was just about to call out and ask if she would like to join him on his bench when the young girl dropped her papers, and being the kind hearted boy he was he scurried over to help pick them up.

He didn't really bother to look at the papers as he picked up and straightened them, though he did entertain himself in studying the other student. She was kind of cute, not as cute as the ghost girl he had met the previous day he mentally noted, but cute none the less. "Hi," he said lightly in greeting with a grin as he held the few papers out to her. "I'm Greyson."

He gave her a gentle smile, a welcoming one as he waited for her to take the papers and maybe look at him. He also offered her a hand to help the young woman up. He was a sweet person at heart, and it would be clear to anyone who met him really. There was, however, a flirtatious part of him and he didn't have a lot of control over it. To him he just thought he was being honest and kind, to others it was flirting. Greyson never even really thought about it though. It honestly did come naturally to the young boy, and it was a huge issue sometimes.

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[ROSALIE BRAONAIN]

Rose stopped and looked up at the taller dark haired boy, with an embarrassed smile; Rose gathered up her papers and patted them back into a neat pile. Next time she’d keep them in a folder, somewhere safer where they weren’t in danger of making an escape flying everywhere.
“Oh, thanks,” she said as she slowly stood up and took back the papers he’d handed her, “Can’t say I’m usually this clumsy, but thanks for helping me, I’m Rose by the way.” She said returning his gentle smile. She stood up slowly and brushed the dust off of her skirt, at least her coat wasn’t dirty, and her papers weren’t too damaged either.

“So Greyson,” said Rose tucking a stray hair behind her ear, “what brings you to the courtyard this morning?” she asked as she sat down at the nearest picnic table. A yawn escaped her throat and Rose sighed, “Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night.” Now she looked rude, god she hated her powers – first the problem in the graveyard and now restless nights with no hint of sleep. At least she wasn’t in a bad mood then she would have felt like an arse – not that she had a habit of taking out her bad moods on people nah, she was more the bottle it up hide away till she felt better type. Most of the time.

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[GREYSON SHAWN MOROSA]

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Rose. That was a pretty name, Greyson thought. He gave her a small nod with a grin. "It's alright," he told her when she mentioned she wasn't always so clumsy. "I can he a klutz myself, so no worries sweet heart." He couldn't help but to smile to her. She seemed nice enough, however tired. She began to speak and sat down at one of the picnic tables, so the boy moved to sit across from her.

He watched her with soft eyes and his charming grin. "Honestly, I just woke up early and figured it would be nice to come out here." His voice was very boyish, but gentle and inviting all the same. "I was looking for some quiet for the morning..." he paused at that before seeing her yawn and hearing the following words. He couldn't help hut give a soft chuckle. "That's alright, I'm not very good at 'sleeping' either."

The male stretched out his arms with that giving his own gentle yawn. "Besides, it's early." Greyson leaned
on the table at that watching her. "So, what about you? What're you up to out here this morning?

The word count script bugged on me ><

[ROSALIE BRAONAIN]

Rose chuckled rubbing her elbows against the cold early morning breeze she stretched, rolling her shoulders. She nodded as Greyson mentioned his own sense of clumsiness, though he didn’t look klutzy but by right neither did she- perhaps even the most clumsiest of people didn’t appear it, it was a curse you concealed, hoping that the graceful folk of the world hid it with their dazzling sense of loveliness. She agreed with him, the courtyard was probably the best place to visit in the early morning, everybody else was trapped in the lull of sleep or was battling the crowds for breakfast.
“It’s so peaceful, it’s one of the few places I can really concentrate in.” she grinned.
Grabbing a biro from her bag she opened her science book she flicked though it to the appropriate page and marked and leant on it to keep it open.

“Ah sorry, insomnia really sucks.” Said Rose sadly, even if it was power induced insomnia (stupid nightmares ) some nights she found herself not even sleeping at all. Instead she’d take the torch from under her pillow and read underneath the covers until morning finally broke and she could retreat downstairs. Her roommate Freya was surely at least a little bit freaked out by her now.
“Oh just a bunch of science homework, and general banshee problems,” she shrugged.