Every Rose Has Its Thorns {Ems}

Every Rose Has Its Thorns {Ems} Dec 22, 2014 16:35:14 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Dec 22, 2014 16:35:14 GMT -5

<>Kirito Miristioma<>

Winter winds danced and swirled through district eleven as small drops of frozen water began spreading across the ground. Snow was such a rare thing here. Only seen when the dark of the clouds was just right. Along with the coldest temperature of the year. Although beauty did lie behind each flake of snow. Great danger hung present in the ever lasting chill of winter. During this time of year seeing a frozen corpse wasn't uncommon. Neither was that of men, women, and children being whipped or shot for attempting to steal things of warmth.

Today Kirito stumbled around a small knick-knack shop in the district square. Typically he would never come here since all his money went towards things to keep his family alive and well. Yet this time of year was always special. Each year he would save up money over time and come to this very shop. Each year he would spend many minutes searching for just the right gift for his brother. He tried at first to get things for his mother but she was too scornful and told him only to care for her brother. So as a responsible child, he listened and obeyed.

His gleaming brown eyes flew from shelf to shelf searching for anything his brother would adore. He wouldn't simply get him clothes or new farming tools. This gift had to be special and not related to his perilous job. Ikaia always worked so hard and never got enough credit for it. Sure Kirito always thanked him and complimented how strong a man he was. However, Kirito always wanted a way to really show Ikaia how much he cared. Kirito's mind flashed back to a thought he always had. He knew he loved his brother, like really loved him, yet there was one thing he hadn't given him yet. His existence to say cleanly. Sure Kirito wouldn't mind it yet he wasn't prepared and he knew his brother understood so he should let it go right?

Kirito shook his head in anguish and smacked a nearby shelf causing something to fall perfectly into his hands. A grin strecthed itself a mile wide across his face when he saw it. The most perfect gift he could find and just barely in his price range. There sitting in his cupped hands was a bronze rose pendant. Sure most people would find it useless but not Kirito. It reminded him of Ikaia and hopefully when Ikaia was working hard in the fields it would remind him or Kirito and how much he loved him and appreciated his hard work. With a giddy shriek of excitement he rushed to the cashier and paid.

Kirito then began sprinting home against the snowy ground as he wistled an exciting tune his mother use to always whistle. Once his house came into sight he ran even faster until he slammed the door behind him. Another smile ran across his cheeks when he noticed his brother wasn't back yet. Quickly he placed the gift in a small wooden box and wrapped in in hay paper. Then taking his favorite quill he wrote sweetly in his female like writing on a small note, I love you-Kirito. With a clap of success he continued preparing for Ikaia's arrival.

He made a low fire to keep Ikaia warm and started brewing some of his "famous tea" that all his neighbors adored. Then he began preparing a small meal of boiled beans and toast. Only once mother was fed and put to bed and dinner was set did he hear the door open. Swiftly grabbing the present and hiding it behind him he watched Ikaia walk in. Kirito's heart beat like a stampede of beasts as he walked up and planted a light kiss on Ikaia's cheek. Then sweetly he said "Welcum back, I done went and gotcha this." Then carefully he placed the wrapped gift and note into Ikaia's hands with a bright smile on his face.

Every Rose Has Its Thorns {Ems} Dec 25, 2014 12:01:18 GMT -5

Post by Knuckles on Dec 25, 2014 12:01:18 GMT -5

Ikaia Miristioma

It wasn't an easy day. Memories of a loving father setting in front of a small fire reading stories to twin brothers flashed before Ikaia's eyes as he walked through the fields in the district. Frost started costing them since the temperatures began dropping. The ground crunched beneath the light steps of a fifteen year old boy. Every hair on his arm stood straight up despite having a jacket on. It wasn't often the ground changed from a horrible brown color from all the dead plants, to a white color restoring life to all in its path, but today he wasn't looking for any dead plants to pick up, Ikaia was buying time as he thought of something his team would enjoy.

Perhaps a story around the warm fire Kirito always started as the sun sat behind the trees. A story was always nice, but something much more was needed. A gift. A token of his gratitude for all the amazing work he has done. Kirito was more than a brother. Each breath he took allowed Ikaia the chance to celebrate life a little better. He didn't care about the dirt permanently staining the underside of his fingernails, or the mud caked against his face streaked with sweat from standing in the sun for many hours throughout the day, or the way his hair plasters against his face after a hard day's work. None of that mattered because it shouldn't matter when both worked for a common cause - survival.

His eyes shot towards the ground remembering how his father fell to the ground while working for the family. Not everyone survived even when the weather was right, but now the risk was higher. A mother laid at home in bed weak from whatever took hold of her, but Kirito, along with the help of others, saved her, yet she wasn't ever back to her fullest. Each day brought new worries, and it wasn't right, but Ikaia had to work. Stepping up in the place of his father was more work than he ever imagined, yet he never gave up. He couldn't because he has a family depending on him.

The sun had just started setting beyond the trees when he realized how long he had been moving, and he needed to get home. His eyes shifted around as the wind slowly grew colder, and the clouds grew darker as the moon rose high in the sky. It was a favorite passing time for Ikaia. Laying under the clouds with his brother at his side. He loved Kirito more than a brother. Many nights they spent huddled together under a tiny blanket fighting to stay warm, and it appeared like tonight would be one of those nights. His feet pounded against the ground as he moved forward without anything for Kirito. Tomorrow he would make dinner for them after arriving home from work if everyone could wait that long. Ikaia wasn't the best cook, but he has one meal he could make, and tomorrow they could shop for the ingredients.

When he reached the house, he opened the door and was quickly greeted with a kiss. A large grin spread across his red cheeks. Oh how he missed him everyday he was away, but the next thing was something he couldn't ever ask for. A gift. Kirito placed the small package in his hands, and Ikaia smiled from ear to ear. A personal gift from the love of his life. "You don't got to get me nothing." He mumbled as he opened the package revealing a beautiful pendant. "Kirito, it's awfully lovely. Thanks." And he went over to him embracing his brother in a hug. "I'm gonna come home early tomorrow, and make your favorite meal. Got the plants and everything done picked. Gonna make it gud."

"How's ma?"