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ORPG ~ Your Powers Must Stay Secret *

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
He waited for her answer in excitement. He wanted to know if one of his answers was right or if he was completely off. Who knows? Maybe she was secretly forty but with really good skin care and a nice clothing style. No. That'd be insane. She couldn't be forty when he just guessed she was thirteen.
Castiel looked at her when he saw a grin appear on her face. This time the grin didn't give him any creepy vibes. It looked softer, kinder. It made him suddenly like grinning people. the grin suited her, it looked like it belonged on her face, like it should've been there all this time. "Well you could've been, for all I know you could be any age with good skincare and make up," he said while shrugging. When she told him shhe was sixteen a frown appeared on his face again. If she was actually sixteen they must have seen eachother before. Not only here, but at school as well. The town they lived in wasn't very big and there was only one school. So if she was sixteen they would've at least seen eachother in class right? Unless she just turned sixteen, the she could've been one grade under him. He didn't really know but this entire siruation was confusing him. "If you're sixteen, how come we've never met?" he decided to ask, not expecting a real answer, but he hoped maybe they could figure tis out.

Doortju
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Doortju schreef:
'Well you could have been. For all I know you could be any age with good skincare and makeup.' That's what he said. Fair point, skin care and makeup could make any person look different. Although with her it didn't really make sense since she wasn't wearing any makeup. Well, exept for a little bit of mascara. "Hmm. Okay, but I only wear mascara." She then said. He frowned as she told him her age. Being sixteen wasn't that surprising, was it? Luna looked up to the sky again. It indeed was very strange that they hadn't seen each other here before. She still didn't actually know his age, but he probably had about the same age as she did, given his reaction. Maybe a little older. Luna thought about it for a while, trying to find a way for it all to make sense. Maybe they both here but not at the same time? No, they both went here around the same time during the day. But maybe he was just very silent and that's why she didn't notice him before? Yeah that must be it. That, or he was lying. Unless.. No. That wasn't possible, she knew that by now. He was either lying, or just very silent. That's it. "Maybe we never met because we were both very silent." She said while shrugging. "I'm assuming we're around the same age, then?"

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
She told him she was only wearing mascara which made him pay a little more attention to her skin. He couldn't tell though. These days you had all these expensive make up items that you could put on your skin and you would still look like you weren't wearing anything. He never understood why people liked make up like foundation and concealer. It didn't do anything else but add another layer to your skin. Like what was the difference? He got it when people liked very bright lipsticks or eyeshadows, it was cool, you could see it and all. But why wear something nude? You could just wear nothing and safe money. But he wasn't one to judge. He respected people who wanted to wear a lot of make up and those who didn't want to wear any. It was their choice and as long as it wasn't hurting other people physically, he didn't mind. "I can't tell the difference between naked skin and skin with foundation on it," he told her while shrugging again. Someone could be wearing fifty layers of foundation and he still wouldn't notice, but then again, his eyesight was awful.
Her words didn't make sense to him. He knew that even if someone was silent he would still notice them, and even if she was silent, he was never quiet. He would come here on the mornings before school, singing the song that was in his head aloud, dancing to it and talking very happily about anything with his best friend. He remembered they had a song together which he would often have stuck in his head, he just couldn't remember it anymore. "Well I personally am not a very quiet person, I was usually singing the lungs out of my body when I was here." He giggled softly as he thought about it. If there were any other people here back then he must've looked insane. He stopped singing after his best friend died, not that he used to be a great singer, he just loved doing that. He didn't anymore. "Uh yeah I turned seventeen about two weeks ago," he said smiling brightly. He remembered his birthday, his dad was there and they went to this food truck that would sell creepy tacos. They never trusted it but both of them were insanely curious about said tacos, they had to try it. After both of them had food poisoning for about a week, but it was worth it.

Doortju
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Doortju schreef:
Castiel looked at her closely for a moment before saying something again. At first, she didn't know what he was looking at exactly. But then he said something about not being able to spot the difference between bare skin and foundation, so he must've been looking at her skin. Luna smiled. "Skin with foundation often looks more matte I guess. And they say it makes your skin more smooth and even. It's fairly easy to see from close by, though." She then answered while shrugging. Then he said he wasn't a quet person. Luna herself wasn't very quiet herself, but she was not very loud either. probably somewhere in between. However, if he wasn't quiet she must have heard him. Yet somehow she didn't. How was it ever possible that they hadn't met before stayed an unsolved mystery to her, but luckily for her, she quite liked mysteries. "Wait, you sing? that's cool!" she said as a smile appeared onto her face. She had always loved singing and she still did it every day as soon as she was alone. She was the type of person who would dance and sing at every single chance she got. Castiel said that he had turned seventeen about two weeks ago, and by his smile she could tell that he liked it. "Oh. so we're in the same year at school, I think."

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
Luna then told him what skin with foundation on it looked like. Matte and smooth. She also told him that it was quite easy to see up close. Maybe he just never looked close enough. Or maybe he didn't pay attention to wether someone's skin was smoot and matte. He smiled at her. "I never knew, thank you," he told her happily. Maybe now he could see it and maybe he could compliment girls on their make up now, he always wanted to but he never knew if they were actually wearing it, unless they had very bright colours of course.
He bit his lip softly and shook his head when she asked him if he sang. "No, well not anymore. I used to sing all day every day." He couldn't help but smile at the thouht of it. He remembered singing on his way here, on his way to school, and on his way back home. He remembered singing in class and annoying other students and some teachers. Sometimes he even got in trouble for singing in class. He hadn't sang in eight years. He wasn't planning on singing anytime soon either. He thought of singing to be something when you were very happy or sad but he wasn't either of those. Most days he was a bit happy and fine and other days he'd be angry and disappointed. He didn't really feel very happy anymore, but that was okay, it didn't matter how he felt, his feelings mattered nonetheless.
"Yeah I suppose we were, but how come I've never seen you then? I remember most of my childhood quite perfectly, besides that, my name isn't very common so to me it feels like if we knew eachother, my name would sound a little familiar to you. Your name sounds familiar to me though." He thought about her name. It did sound familiar but it wasn't a very unique name. It wasn't that common either. He couldn't remember meeting anyone named Luna though. Maybe they did share classes, but then how was it possible that they had never seen eachother here? There was only one reason Castiel could come up with. And even that reason probably was impossible. ""You're not a ghost right?" he asked carefully, a frown placed on his face. If she was he didn't know what he would do. He would probably scream and get the fudge out of there. Ghosts were non of his business.

Doortju
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Doortju schreef:
He thanked her for telling him the difference between the two, even though it wasn't really something Luna would expect a 'thank you' from. "You're welcome, I guess." she said. Castiel then told her that he used to sing all day and every day, but not anymore. She could tell by his smile that he really enjoyed singing, or used to, at least. Luna herself loved singing too, and just like he used to do, she would sing all day if she could. The only times she didn't sing were when she was with other people, or when she was asleep. Well, sometimes she would sing in front of other people wothout noticing, but other than that she was a little shy with singing. "I've been singing my whole life." The girl then told him with a bright smile. Although that smile faded away after a short while. "So why did you stop singing?"
Luna shrugged. "I don't know." she said, answering his question. It was indeed strange that they had never met, and Luna herself had the same question stuck inside her head. The answer on that question remained unsolved, but she didn't really mind about that. If it was really that important, they would find out eventually. If not, it didn't even matter what the answer was because it would not make a difference either way. Castiel then said that my name sounded familiar to him and that his name would feel familiar to her if we would have known each other. The more Luna thought about it, she did think his name sounded familiar, but that was probably just because she had repeated it a lot of times inside her head over the past ten minutes. She was pretty sure she hadn't heard it before though.
'You're not a ghost right?' Castiel said after a while. Luna slightly opened her mouth, pretending to be hurt. "Excuse you?" She said in a serious voice. She then pressed her lips together not to try to laugh but after a while she couldn't hold it anymore so she started laughing softly. "Do I look like a ghost to you?"

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
He smiled when she told him she had been singing her entire life. He loved people who sung, because in his mind people who sung where often happy people, and it made him smile thinking that she was happy. She then asked him why he stopped singing. If he should answer honestly he didn't know. He had never really talked about it and he hadn't practiced saying it outloud. He didn't like lying though. He just hoped his voice wouldn't crack while telling her.
"My best friend died," he told her while shrugging, it hurt him saying it outloud like that. But once had to be the first time. "I used to always sing with her and when she died I didn't feel like singing anymore. It was something between me and her so without her it didn't feel good." He never even tried singing again after she died. He remembered the day his parents told him she had died, that morning he had been singing happily, dancing through the livingroom and feeling all good. That was the last time he had sung. Telling all of this to a complete stranger felt weird but right. He felt relieved, like an entire weigght just fell off his shoulders. Maybe telling just someone was everything he needed to feel a bit better. And maybe the fact that this someone was a complete stranger was so much better. He didn't know, but he didn't mind.
Castiel felt his heart sink in his chest when she looked hurt. He was about to apologize a million times when she started laughing. "Oh heaven I thought I actually hurt you," he said softly, feeling very relieved that he hadn't hurt this strange girl. "But no you don't look like a ghost, I just had to make sure," he then told her. Of course she was no ghost, ghosts didn't exist, and even if they did they wouldn't be in a forest talking to some random seventeen year old boy. Ghosts probably had better things to do than that, like haunt houses or people or hospitals. Not talk to a boy in the forest. Not pretending to be a highschool girl.

Doortju
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Doortju schreef:
Luna saw the smile on his face as she told him about her love for singing. She had always liked when people actually liked singing and they appreciated other people singing as well. Luna used to sing in public places too where people could actually hear her: at stores, at school, on the street, but people used to look at her with weird faces so that's why she stopped singing in public. At first she didn't even care about what other people thought, but after that one day, she became more shy than she used to. Maybe it used to be her best friend who brought out the more daring part of her. And now that he wasn't here she became shy and aware of what other people thought. It made her a bit more insecure, even though she did stay hersef, Only a bit less... outgoing. Or something like that. Luna swallowed as he talked about his best friend who had died and talked about how he stopped singing after she passed away. She looked down at her hands, this all seemed so familiar to her. She remembered her and her best friend singing together all day long. Her friend, too, had passed away, but she always kept singing even though it didn't feel the same anymore. At times, she didn't want to sing anymore, but unlike Castiel, her best friend was her reason to keep going and not give up. And somehow she knew that, wherever he was, he'd be watching over her proudly as she sang. It did help that the birds were singing along sometimes, though. It made her realise that she wasn't alone.
'Oh heaven I actually thought I hurt you' Castiel said after she had been pretending to be hurt. He apparently cared a lot about other people. He also said Luna didn't look like a ghost, which was a good thing, Luna thought. She nodded carefully and hesitated for a while before talking. "It's hard losing the one person in your life you can be yourself with." She then said.

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
It was quiet for a while, but Castiel didn’t see it as an uncomfortable silence. He thought of it as just a little break for them both to catch their breath. Castiel had never mind silences in conversations. He often actually enjoyed the moment to take a good look at the person whom he was talking to. So he did. He eyed Luna all the way from her toes to her nose. Something about this girl was so familiar, so trustworthy. He felt like he could tell her all his deepest and darkest secrets. Although he didn’t really have any secrets. Not that he knew of. He never understood how people could get secrets. But he was a very open person, so keeping secrets was a very hard thing to do. He already had trouble with not telling someone what he had bought them for their birthday. Secrets where things that Castiel thought he would never understand. But he would, he just didn’t know yet.
The words she spoke told more than a thousand pictures. Maybe she didn’t know, but by saying these words she told Castiel she had also lost someone important in her life. He wanted to ask her all about it, but he didn’t dare. Such things were very personal. “That one person who understands you better than anyone else, better than yourself,” he quietly said, looking down at his hands. Maybe he was only eight years old when he last knew his best friend. Maybe he was over exaggerating a little when he thought of his best friend as his soulmate. But what was a soulmate? To him, a soulmate was like a best friend but more, it was that one person who knewbyou better than anyone else. A soulmate was someone you carry with you forever. It’s that one person who knew you, accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else or when no one else would. And even though he didn’t remember his best friend very clearly. Even though he forgot her name and her appearance, he remembered the connection they had. Almost like they were one person. He sometimes felt like they shared a soul and when she had died, a part of him had died with her.

Doortju
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Doortju schreef:
They looked at each other in silence for a while. Usually Luna would be feeling a little uncomfortable in silences like this, but this time it was different. It was a good silence. Being here on this spot in the forest with him brought her back to the times she and her friend would be lying in the grass, staring into the sky for hours. They watched the sun as it came up in the morning, they watched the blue sky in the afternoon, they watched the sundown, they used to watch the stars and most of all, they used to watch the rain as it fell from the clouds. And even though they didn't talk, they were one of the most precious hours of the day. Silence. Comfortable silence. Peace.
Luna nodded. Never had she thought anyone she met would have gone trough the exact same stuff she had been going trough. She had always tried to forget all of that had ever happened, and tried to move on with her life as she would, but she couldn't hide it anymore. People like him deserved to be remembered. They deserved to be talked about. "That one person.." She repeated. "That one person who is always there for you no matter what happens." She then continued with a smile. "That is, until that one day." She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes for a while, rain streaming down her face.

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
Castiel his gaze stayed locked on Luna's face. He looked at her in silence. Silence was something Castiel saw him self enjoying over the past eight years. Before he wouldn't like silence, not without his best friend. Times with her would either be singing and talking, or being quiet, just enjoying the peace and the view from this spot. He liked the quiet times with her just as much as he had loved the loud and happy times. They had something special together and Castiel didn't know why, but Luna reminded him of his best friend.
He looked at Luna as she spoke and couldn't help but smile softly. He never felt like there was anyone who could relate to his situation, to the pain he had felt and to the sadness that took over a part of his life when it happened. He couldn't help but wonder what it was like for her. "What were they like?" Not knowing what gender the person she was talking about was, he decided to go the safe way and use a genderneutral name. Castiel himself didn't remember much about his best friend, but what she was like he knew by heart. Because she was like him. They were basically the same person, just different bodies and names. Talking about her made him mad at himself for not remembering her name. Something inside him told him her name was Luna but he just figured he thought that because he was talking to a Luna right then and theren.

Doortju
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Doortju schreef:
Luna continued to sit there with her eyes closed as she breathed in and out slowly. The rain now had started to pour and for the first time in a long while she actually enjoyed the pouring rain. She did enjoy the rain that was falling onto her face a few minutes ago, but this was even different. This was even better. Her clothes and her hair were completely soaked by now, not that she cared. At this moment in time, she would rather be here in the soaking rain than be inside of her room sitting behing the window hoping for the storm to pass. Maybe she just needed this to cool down a little from the busy week she had.
'What were they like?' Castiel asked after a while. Luna opened her eyes, still looking a bit upwards, and thought about it for a while. If she was completely honest, she didn't really remember, what he was like exactly, although she did know he was kind and funny and he cared for her. They both cared for each other and they both cared about each other. "He was very kind and he always accepted me for who I was, but he could be funny too. He was truly something... different, which is what made him so special, I guess." Luna grinned, "We were both typical weirdo's." She then said. "What was your friend like?"

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
Castiel smiled at her words. He loved how she talked about her friend. It sounded so pure and loving. He could really notice she loved him. He liked to think that maybe somewhere in heaven, his best friend and her best friend had this exact same conversation, talking about their living best friends. He liked to think that his best friend was somewhere in heaven or hell or purgatory, just somewhere. Somewhere where shhe could talk and sing and be as happy as he remembered her to be. "He does sound very special," he nodded while smiling kindly.
She asked him about his best friend and he once again couldnt hold back the smile that was breaking out on his face. "She was something else. She would always sing with me, we would watch the sun rise and sun set together. She was funny and kind and loving and truly an amazing person," he told her while thinking back on his best friend.
"It are always the innocent and nice ones that have to leave early huh?" he mumbled softly, biting his lip while remembering how he had always thought to himself that she was too young. She was only eight, no one deserves to die that youg. She still had her entire life infront of her.
"How old was he?" he carefully asked Luna. He wondered if her best friend had died not so long ago or maybe several years ago like his had.

Doortju
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Doortju schreef:
Castiel said that her best friend sounded very special, and that was true. He was very special, and Luna had never met anyone like him after his death. "I hope he knew how much I cared about him. But he probably does." She said. She still liked to believe that he was in heaven somewhere looking over her, watching her every move and protecting her from high above. And she was sure that Tiels friend would be up there somewhere too, watching over him like a protecting angel. Maybe they were watching over us together, who knew?
Luna listened to the things he told about his best friend, who had passed away too. She sighed softly. "Why is it that every single word you say makes so much sense to me?" Every word made sense, every sentence made sense and even de syllables made sense, if that was even possible. Luna nodded. She had been thinking about that question a lot of times too. It were always the young and innocent people whom this had to happen to. They were always the ones dying. "Yeah... I guess so.." He then asked her how old her childhood friend was when he passed away and she started counting back the years immediately. After a while she answered with a frown on her face. "It was a long time ago, he was only nine, one year older than me." June 12th, 2010 if she remembered correctly. She clasped her hand in front of her mouth. That was exactly eight years ago!

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
"I think he knew." Castiel hoped his best friend knew how much he cared about her too. If she would still be here he was one hundred percent certain they would still be the bestest friends. Maybe he would have never seen the world then but he wouldn't care. She was his world. He bit his lip softlye when she asked him why it was that everything he said made sense to her. He could relate. Every word she told him made sense to him too. "I think because we've kinda been through the same thing, losing our childhood best friend, that's not something that happens to everyone." It felt weird talking about it. He had never said one word about it and now all of a sudden he sat there in the forest on the spot he used sit on with his best friend, talking about a complete stranger who felt so familiar. It was strange but he felt like he needed it. Like he had to let his heart out to someone.
He looked up when she said that. It couldn't be. Now the coincidence was just getting ccreepy. He didn't notice it at first, the hang spot, the fact that they both lost their youth friend. He hadn't noticed. But now, her best friend died eight years ago, Castiel's best friend died eight years ago. He looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, being confused about the entire conversation. "Eight years ago? What date? Please tell me it wasn't the 12th of June?" He held his fingers crossed, hoping that her best friend hadn't died that day too. That would make this so much more creepy. Castiel felt the goosebumps creeping up his body, not being sure how to feel about this situation. What if her best friend had died on that date as well?What would that mean? Three coincidences were no coincidences anymore, it was a pattern. It had to mean someting.

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