Welcome to Sweet Reverie, a story and private roleplay by French Vanilla and chipyun of our joint OCs, Adam and Ave.
Feel free to be awed by my lovely jiejie's writing skills. ;O

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  The heavens weep, mournful and reluctant, but the lights shine bright and the souls are slipping; they have no choice. Time is almost up and the Muses sing a sprightly song, a note of requiem in their voices, but no one wants to see the beginning begin anew with that bit of sadness, so they keep their song untiring and brisk.
  
  She roars silently, soaring into the sky, spirit reaching high and long. Her eyes are aglow of whimsical dreams and her skin painted by the sighs of every wisher, her hair spun long and ephemeral from the unending chains of human wistfulness.
  
  The lights flare and drift toward her. A tear slips down her cheek and she gathers them gently into her hands. She will keep them until the True Time comes, will shelter these hearts in her Heart and her Center, keep them away from the world until they are ready.
  
  Their love shines warm and perfect inside her as she falls down to earth, a streak of stardust and wondrous shimmers, seeking the place of roots and bark and wind rustling her blooms. Their love fills her, spilling over the boundless Eden, and she can’t help, but love them.
  
  For a love so great and true and untouched, she would give much to save them.
  
  The heavens weep, mournful and reluctant, but the lights shine bright and the souls are slipping.
  

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Name: Adam
Age: Many thousands of years but appears 14+
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has a rich shade of curly orange-brown hair, somewhat like burnt umber that almost appears golden under the sunlight. He has fair skin and his eyes are pitch dark. { picture soon }
Personality: He likes to be in charge of things and is calm, but he can be haughty and ill-tempered at times. Both serious and mature, he plays his role as a big brother very well. He is protective of his younger sister, Ave.

Name: Ave.
Age: Many thousands of years, but appears 14+.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Ave is petite and slender, and even next to her twin brother she is easily the more fragile and delicate seeming one. Her skin is fair and tans lightly in the summer; sharing similar coloring as her brother, Ave's hair is a shade lighter, sometimes sporting light blonde strands, particularly after a few months of daily sunshine. Her hair falls down to mid-waist, a riot of loose, warm chocolaty brown (sometimes blond) curls that occasionally display a bit of ruddy red or gold. Like her brother, Ave's eyes are pitch dark. { picture soon }
Personality: Ave is still much like a child and depends heavily on her twin. She likes to crawl onto his lap at inopportune moments and nap, she feels worried when she's separated from him for more than a week. But Ave is very sweet and charming when she feels comfortable, opening up like a flower to the world. She appears to have mastered the ultimate 'vulnerable kitten look' and uses it to get out of certain … situations her shyly playful attitude can get her into.

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It was morning and the sun was bright, flooding the room with the sort of white clarity that the sun gives off only in the early moments of morning. But the kitchen was filled with the sounds of life and activity. In that very kitchen, a slim little girl bustled from counter to table to refrigerator, utterly at ease and comfortable. In her hands was a large mixing bowl, batter rich and thick as she worked it, folding in freshly sliced strawberries and finely crushed vanilla beans.

The pan was hot and sizzling, more than ready. The batter went in, pooling in perfect, uniform circles, browning with an aromatic sizzle. In another pan, smaller dollops of pancake batter cooked at a far faster speed. Squeaking in panic, she flipped out those mini-pancakes, smiling as she slid them onto a plate to cool. She'd pack them in their bentos for today.

Beaten chocolate sauce waited for her; the other pancakes finally finished cooking and she stacked four on one plate and two on her own, placing strawberries on fluffs of white whipped cream and drawing smiling faced with chocolate sauce. Papa had left for work already, so there was no portion for the doting parent.

In a room upstairs, large windows let in an immense amount of sunlight, flooding the whole room with warmth and brightness. With one hand shielding his eyes from the intense light and a pen in the other, a boy continued scribbling something down on a scrap piece of paper. He paused and then, crumpled it, tossing it into the bin along with the others. Uninspired and unsatisfied, he frowned at his inability to write something more meaningful.

There was a sweet scent coming from downstairs. He took a deep breath, inhaling all he could of the wonderful aroma. With closed eyes, he smiled as he thought of what his little twin sister might be preparing. As if on cue, he knew now what he needed to write. Taking the small card he had been keeping hidden, he carefully wrote down a short but heartfelt message on the inside.

Satisfied, he slid it into his jacket pocket for safekeeping. He brushed off the eraserdust from the table and tidied himself up a bit before walking downstairs into the kitchen where he found her. He smiled at her and murmured a soft greeting.

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She completed one last chocolate smile on the last pancake, unable to help the sweet expression of satisfaction on her face when it was finished. Ave was always easily pleased by simple things and simple pleasures; it didn’t take much to make her smile, as long as her heart was touched. Fixing hesitant eyes on the leftover chocolate, she worried lightly on her lower lip, hovering between her choices and finally giving in, dipping a finger in the chocolate and murmuring in pleasure as she stuck it into her mouth, feeling the cocoa treat melt on her tongue as she added the last few things for their bentos, tucking away the chocolates she had made last night into a corner of the box.

When she heard Adam’s greeting, she started, head jerking upwards, her eyes meeting his in surprise. “Adam! Just in time~ I was going to call you down for breakfast,� she said, smiling adorably up at his face, a smudge of pancake batter on her cheek, her curls catching the sunlight in glowing strands, falling messily out of her quick braid. “I made pancakes! Do you like them?� Ave asked, a faintly vulnerable look in her eyes, eager to please her twin.

“If you want more, I can make more,� she added, almost as an after thought, fiddling with the strings of her apron, tying and retying the same bow.

“Papa left already, but he said he’s be home early today for dinner.�