Thread: Ah, Family {<Tyr and Crimson>}

Flashes of thoughts and sounds ran together to form a single, cohesive scene. Trapped within the dream nothing remained the same sounds played as flashes of color against her eyes, washing away every thought to replace each with a soft, flowering ambiance which sprouted from her iris and spread through her being. Everything grew, twisting and twining like the seeking tendrils of vines, pushing deeper into the center of her being like the nutrient hungry roots of some ancient, all encompassing tree, each sound translating directly into the vision of impossible blooms. As the sounds grew so did the foliage, sprouting and shooting toward the black sky of her vision until each intertwined, forming a canopy to rival that of any living forest. Suddenly, the dream shattered, dashed into a million dancing fragments of light as the familiar piercing wail of an alarm awoke from its slumber, screaming for her attention like a babe thirsting for affection and love. Carefully untangling long limbs from the rumbled and twisted sheets the small teen stretched, one hand falling heavily atop the blaring clock at her bedside. The sharp wail of the alarm came to an abrupt end and she didn??t bother repressing a sigh of relief. Small hands covered the soft planes of her face for an instant, slender finger carefully massaged both temples and eyelids, brushing away the last lingering fragments of the dream. ??I need to stop dreaming,? Jasmine muttered softly, fingers playing lightly along the smooth flesh at the back of her neck as sleep dulled eyes scanned the dark corners of the room. From below the sounds of waking family members pushed at her, doing their best to coerce her tired body from the warmth of the bed. ??Too early, way too early....? Voice a tired sigh she finally slipped from the soft embrace of the mattress, padding silently along the floor to pull on a soft white robe over the shorts and tank top she??d warn to bed. The crimson glow of the clock at her bedside announced the time, 645 a.m., a full hour before her usual waking time, though on this particular day the young woman had no room to complain. Family dinner at eleven, funeral before three, I hope they??ll at least let me escape before I have to spend too much time with the kids. Letting go an exhausted sigh and dragging her body from the room, Jasmine padded down the hall quickly, disappearing into the bathroom before her younger brother could dart from his room and take over. Thirty minutes and one hot shower later she emerged, once again wrapped in the soft embrace of the robe, enjoying the feel of the cottony soft garment against bare flesh. Disappearing once again into the darkness of her room, she paused a moment to flip on the lights, blinking furiously in the brilliant light which flooded the room. White, blue, and purple walls met polished oak floors only to give way to a soft, purple rug in the center of the room. A small desk, vanity, large book shelf, and small entertainment center lined the walls to leave the center of the room to the bed. Rising from the center of the large room a four poster bed sat on its own, dominating the space easily, the one piece of furniture in the room giving even a hint of Jasmine??s personal preference. Thick, soft mattress were draped in royal purple sheets, a large black and neon green comforter and coverlet bunched at the end to nearly hide the small seat at the end of the bed. The frame of the bed itself was a deep mahogany which reflected the light, making the entire bed shine with an almost dark golden glow. Pillows piled at the head of the bed nearly hid a small collection of stuffed animals, though one sat alone at the center of the bed a foot tall stuffed Jack Skelington that had been a gift from her grandmother for her birthday. Taking the time to retrieve Jack from the dark sheets Jasmine gave the toy a quick squeeze, setting him at the head of the bed once again before quickly making the bed. Everything once again in order she spared a quick glance at the clock before hurrying into a large walk-in closet. Emerging a few moments later with clothing in hand, the small teen quickly shed her robe. After quickly rubbing lotion into her soft, pale gold flesh and brushing out the still slightly damp locks of raven hair Jasmine dressed in a simple black skirt that fell nearly to her knees. A modest slit up the right side showed a slender strip of flesh from the bottom of the skirt to high on her thigh and the cloth around the slit was embroidered with tiny emerald and sapphire flowers. The shirt that matched the skirt was cut only low even to show off the skin high on her chest and shone a deep emerald that shimmered as she twisted. Against the dark silky cloth the small teens flesh took on a slightly darker tone, at the same time highlighting the delicate webs of veins beneath soft flesh. A pair of black and green ballet flats completed the outfit. Dressed, Jasmine paused before the mirror to make certain everything was in its proper place, eyes taking in every inch of her body before focusing on her face. Unlike her father??s strong yet muted features or her mother??s almost severely beautiful face, Jasmine??s features blended into something delicate, but at the same time striking, hinting at something from the Far East on either side of the family. Gifted with a high forehead, delicate nose, and high cheekbones Jasmine??s eyes dominated her face. Almost glowing a brilliant gold and sapphire flecked green her eyes were large, slightly elongated, and almond shaped, the gorgeous color of her irises were framed by thick, lacy lashes. The delicate slope of her nose drew attention to the full, pink pouting lips. Surrounding the delicate, striking oval of her face raven locks fell in waves down her back, the slightly damp locks curling into perfect ringlets at the ends. Left to air dry, the curls would tighten, remaining intact and perfect without any help from products. In the light streaming through her wind, Jasmine??s hair shone black, a deep, rich, shimmering darkness so deep it ran with deep purple and blue highlights, making her skin seem that much more pale even as her eyes shone brighter. Only standing at 5??3 Jasmine wasn??t tall by any stretch of the imagination. Even at 18 she was often mistaken for someone a few years younger, though her body gave away the lie. Instead of being stick thin, as was the trend among most girls her age, Jasmine??s body was a series of long lines and curves, marking her as opposite her mother??s almost sever beauty. Instead she was lithe, graceful, with curves that most of her friend??s envied. From the generous swell of her chest Jasmine??s body curved into a perfect hourglass, the eye following the length of her figure to a tiny waist which led directly into the curve of her hips. Just as she was well curved at the top, Jasmine was at the bottom as well, the soft ebony cloth of the skirt rising a few centimeters higher in the back thanks to the swell of her buttocks. Long, shapely legs seemed to go on for miles despite her short stature, though heals would have added a few inches. Giving a tiny, satisfied smile Jasmine turned as the sound of her name drifted through the door. Sparing one last glance at the mirror before gliding to her vanity, the young woman added just a touch of eyeliner and mascara, happy with only those few touches of makeup before slipping clear lip-gloss into her pocket. ??Coming,? she called over her shoulder, rushing out of the room only to return a second later for the jacket she??d hung at the back of the door the previous night. A nod from her mother made Jasmine happy with her choice of clothing, though the small smile tugging at the woman??s lips told the teen that the woman was glad that she??d not selected anything that actually showed off her figure. If she had, it would have drawn attention from the blind haired, blue eyed woman standing before her. Allowing herself a silent sigh Jasmine followed her parents out of the house, spotting the familiar figure of her younger brother already seated in the car. Unlike Jasmine, Nathaniel was the spitting image of their blond haired parents. Slipping into the back and turning her attention out the window Jasmine spoke little on the way through the city, hoping to disappear into her thoughts for the day instead of spending time with the family. The only person she wished to see was David, her boyfriend of the last year, and he wouldn??t arrive until the funeral itself. Just another day in paradise Jasmine thought bleakly, hoping that the clouds gathering in the east would cover the sun threatening to turn the day hot and humid.