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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 4, 2010 21:51:07 GMT -5
Over the years, Blake had learned a few things about her wings. She had learned that, including the small span of her back, they were seventeen feet from one wingtip to the other. They were covered in black feathers, which had a tendency to fall out, leaving bald spots and wounds behind. These wounds and bald spots did not repair themselves unless bewitched or treated with a specialized cream. This cream had to be applied a certain number of times voer a certain period of time, depending on the severity, and she had to wait another period of time before she was allowed to fly. This flying could only last so long, depending in turn on the condition of her wings, how recent the last application of cream was, and so forth. If she began losing feathers again or her wings ached more than they usually did, it was time to land or risk falling. Of all the personalities in her body, Zoie feared falling and enjoyed flying the most.
Of course, that didn’t mean she was necessarily the smartest girl in the sky when the itch to fly got a hold of her. On this particular Saturday, her wings had been rather well behaved. They hadn’t shed more than ten feathers in the past few days, and the aching had been on a low minimum. Naturally, she’d deemed the weather perfect for flying. Dressed in roomy khakis and a hoodie, she’d tied her hair back in a ponytail, grabbed her stuffed bunny, and tested the air outside her balcony. No wind, thankfully. She’d stretched her wings, tested how much they ached and placed a brief healing spell on them, then jumped into the sky and let her wings catch her. Although at first it had been a bit of a rough rise, it grew easier as she grew accustomed to flying. Once there, she headed towards the woods, if only to see the color of the trees in the midst of fall, the mix of red and orange and yellow and brown. Autumn had always been her favorite season.
The sensation flying produced was magnificent. The breeze through her hair and filtering past her feathers was refreshing as drinking a glass of cool lemonade on a hot summer day. The sight of people below, grounded as she rarely was, made her feel better, stronger. Weakness had never been something she’d liked, although she’d been suffering from it and acknowledging it in herself for years on end now. Her memory blanks especially were a sign of weakness. As much as the fact that just as she was heading over a clearing, her wings gave out, basically folding in on themselves as gravity took hold and pulled her down at an alarm rate. Her scream was brief, ended as she clasped her hands over her eyes and forgot every single spell she’d taught herself in case anything like this ever happened. Ebony and Rebekah were too stunned to jump in themselves, and neither could remember much magic either.
word count ;; 507
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; pretty good
music ;; n/a
notes ;; starter! i feel so accomplished
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 4, 2010 22:51:53 GMT -5
Light was sitting on a branch high in a tree, his right leg hanging down and a notepad full of blank A4 paper balanced on the thigh of the leg resting on the branch. He was staring down at the ground watching a family of deer right below him drinking from a small stream, well family wasn't exactly the right word, more like a harem seeing as that buck had twenty hinds (female deer). He sighed and chewed on his bottom lip as he started shading in the antlers of the male, the were impressive looking and looked dangerous as hell so no wonder he had so many females.
When he was done he smiled at his handiwork. It was perfect, as always with over three centuries of drawing under his belt, the nephilim chuckled quietly and looked up just in time to see a girl fly above, black wings.... Just like his. His chuckle towards the girl died in his throat as he recogised the movements the wings were making, she was going to drop, and soon.
The deer scattered as the notepad hit the ground as Light stood up and climbed the rest of the way up the tree before launching himself into the air and releasing his wings. He flew after the girl as fast as he could but she dropped just before he got there, he tucked his wings in and dove after her almost cutting through the air as he gained on her. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist and at the last possible second his wings unfurled and their momentum carried the in an arc going back up before Light started to flap to keep them air born. "So kind of you to drop in."
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 4, 2010 23:32:15 GMT -5
With all of her heart, she had expected to land and get hurt, if not die. If she had expected death, she would have freaked out. Death was something she feared greatly, as many people did. After all, everyone wanted to go to heaven, but no one wished to die. At least, most normal people didn’t wish to die. If someone was sick or something, they might wish to end their misery. Not that they should – whenever someone killed themselves or wished to die, they should first consider the impact this death would have on the people around them. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if her cousin died. None of her sides liked the idea.
Another thing she didn’t expect was being caught. So much so that when she was, she squeaked again, hands flying to cover her eyes. In her panic, she had half-expected it to be a tree, and for pain to begin. However, there was something pressed against her wings and back – which hurt a bit, but she wasn’t about to complain – and the hold around her stomach was constant, not moving so much as the air around them was. Her legs began to unscrunch, straightening and hanging limply as she grew reassured of the person carrying her, just a bit. She could only hope it was someone she knew, but by the voice she doubted it.
That just made things more awkward. She bit her lip, nodding as her only response as she kept her hands over her eyes, not trusting herself not to freak out if she did recognize him as a stranger. After a few moments thought, her arms grew tired, and she realized she might as well thank him. And maybe she would recognize his face rather than his voice? It was certainly worth a try. Uncovering her eyes just a bit, she turned her head back to look at him, and recognized the hair and eyes – if only just. He was named after one of the things she feared, strange as it was, btu she wasn’t about to say that considering he’d just saved her life.
word count ;; 355
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; pretty good
music ;; n/a
notes ;; g2g
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 5, 2010 11:58:48 GMT -5
Light just hovered there waiting for her to react as his wings flapped. But no she stayed curled up, at least for a bit at least yet she still covered her face. Was she attempting to hide from him? How old was she? Four? Hmmm maybe she thought she was a ostrich, burying her head in the ground thinking if you can't see it it can't see you. Both theories work... Well he was unsure on the ostrich one, that may have just been in cartoons.
When the girl in his arms finally turned to look at him he grinned at her, "What is wrong? Cat got your tongue?" he asked and chuckled as he slowly descended to the ground while keeping his grip around her waist. When he was a foot or so above the ground he pulled his wings in and dropped the rest of the way, bending his knees as he fell to lessen the force of the impact. As he stood there with her still dangling in his arms he chuckled and placed her gently on the ground and petted her head, "Such a cute little thing you are." he said and ran his hand gently over her wings with a frown. They were not in good condition, no wonder they failed her. Light could never imagine being unable to fly, well he had a small experience while his wing fixed itself up from being broken but he could more or less glide then. It pained him to see wings like this, she should care for them like she did her hair, hair that looked like those boring women that sat for hours brushing it. Thank god for the age of the party!
"So you ok?" he asked seriously scratching the side of his nose as he regretted the loss of his notepad and kick ass drawing. Knowing his luck it would have fallen in that stream and bye bye picture.
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 5, 2010 13:25:42 GMT -5
Honestly, neither of his theories was even halfway correct. Blake was simply rather shy around people she didn’t recognize, and Zoie even more so. Ebony and Rebekah had a tendency to speak with strangers, once they’d accepted the fact that the stranger would be relatively harmless or the least bit interesting. Even then, the secondary personalities were hesitant to share anything about themselves except perhaps their name, and slipping in the fact that they had two sisters that looked exactly like them – except for the eyes. Blake’s eyes were usually the only obvious factor that allowed another to glimpse which personality was currently dominant. Currently, bright blue eyes peeked between her fingers as she studied him, trying to come up with his surname to no avail.
His grin unnerved her, and she hid behind her hands again as he spoke and chuckled. No cat had stolen her tongue, either in the metaphorical manner or the literal one. She was simply quiet. Even with people she knew, she had a tendency not speak unless questions were involved. Sharing of personal information was even rarer. Of course, her age and name weren’t all that personal, but some things she preferred to keep a secret. Like all things concerning her father and her birth, which she suspected was related to the weakness of her wings.
The second her feet touched the ground, relief flushed through her like a waterfall. Giving her feet only a moment to recognize said ground was solid, she sank to her knees and then sat down, her wings unfurling experimentally. The touch was soothing, though, something she’d learned a while ago. Her wings, while sensitive, were also sometimes the key to her mood. Stroking the feathers tended to calm her, make her happy, because it felt so nice. The loss of feathers, on the other hand, was painful.
It was then that she realized she was no longer holding her bunny. Her hands dropped and she looked around worriedly, looking for the mound of fabric she’d seen and dropped so many times before. She’d had it when she had left her room, had probably dropped it when she’d begun to fall rather than keep it for something to cling to. She bit her lip, getting up a bit shakily so she could get a better look around. Maybe she should attempt another flight for a bird’s eye view? Her wings flapped experimentally, shedding a handful of feathers in the process. She winced at the ache her joints used to complain at the moment, giving up any ideas. Maybe a searching spell? She pulled her wand out of her pocket, concentrating. “This isn’t at all funny, so give me back my stuffed little bunny,” she whispered. Within seconds, her bunny was zooming towards her, and landed in her arms.
She looked back at him, hugging her bunny so her eyes were barely visible above its head, between the animal’s ears. A blush cascaded into her cheeks as she bit her lip again. Inside her mind, unawares to Zoie, Ebony slapped the heel of her palm against her forehead and Rebekah rolled her eyes. Neither was content with her current behavior. “Thank you… Lightning,” she whispered, having zoned out during his question. Her blush deepended as she vaguely recalled the pet on the head and the comment that she was cute. He didn’t look too happy now, though. Maybe he was offended that she hadn’t thanked him earlier, that she thought her bunny was more important. The half-mage clutched her bunny tighter, accidentally maneuvering it so her blush was visible.
word count ;; 599
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; pretty good
music ;; n/a
notes ;; lo-ong.... hope you like ^^
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 5, 2010 14:34:05 GMT -5
Lightning chuckled again as she hid her face from his, this girl was soooo cute. Of course a little talking wouldn't hurt either but with a shrug to push it put of his mind he continued to smile at her as she sank to the ground. The male sat down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "So are you ok little one?" he asked with a half grin hoping she would answer at least one of his questions. But I guess she is too shy. Sorta cute and annoying. Must piss off the teachers if she does not speak.
He watched her as she looked around with a worried look on her face, "What's wrong? You drop something?" he said frowning yet again asking yet another couple questions, like that game thingy-mah-bob, mineral, animal or object or something along those lines. He winced sharply as she lost feathers almost as if he felt her pain but after her spell he chuckled slightly, "Nice one kiddo." he laughed and grinned at her flashing his white teeth. He saw her bunny come to her and smirked again, somehow it seemed to fit her, she really did seem like a kid in a cartoon with the big bunny or teddy or whatever stuffed animal they have.
He sighed as she hid behind the bunny and he petted the ground beside him with a smile, "You do not have to keep hiding you know. I won't eat your face" he told her smiling warmly. The nephilim's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she said her name, have they met before? No because he would have remembered... "How do you know my name Miss...?"
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 5, 2010 17:28:54 GMT -5
He talked. A lot. While Zoie was a bit charmed by his insistence of checking that she was alright, both Ebony and Rebekah found this excessive. She wasn’t crying, she had landed softly, and, other than her wings, there were no visible wounds. Her bunny was back in her arms, and she knew enough to rhyme so she could use magic. Of course she was alright. But then, asking for one’s health was usually a habit, a formality of sorts that was a sign of manners more than anything else. How he meant it was still to be determined, though, as she readjusted with her bunny. The stuffed animal was huge, three and a half feet long if you include its floppy ears, a soft golden color and old, but well-taken care of. She could never remember how she’d gotten it, but all three personalities were extremely fond of it.
The blush leftover from before had only strengthened when he’d complimented her spell work, but she hadn’t the courage to turn him down when he’d indicated she should sit with him. She sank to the floor once more, still hiding behind her bunny. It was a security blanket of sorts, giving her something to hold on when she needed to hold onto something, something to hide behind when things were scary, someone to hug when no one wanted to hug her. His comment only deepened her blush all the more as she tried not to smile. It seemed rather obvious that he wasn’t a cannibal, but you couldn’t really assume things like that, could you?
She blushed once more at his question, although she was glad she’d remembered his name correctly. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to share that a classmate had just about flipped out when seeing him during lunch one day. Although the girl hadn’t actually spoken to him, she’d been so excited as she’d spoken to her friends that it had been difficult not to overhear his name and a list of things about them. On the other hand, she only recalled his name, and not much of what the girl had said about him. Whether he’d see that as a good thing or a bad one was entirely up to him, if he ever found out. Blake simply didn’t tell stories, so it was unlikely he’d hear it from her. The best answer he was going to get was probably the one she did give him, “Classmate. During lunch.”
She glanced back at her wings after that, zoning out a bit. The bald spots really did look poor, probably because she’d gone flying when she shouldn’t have. However, how should she have known that her wings would give out? They had been doing so well before the flight… Maybe it was time to go back to using magic to repair her wings and flight ability. Suddenly remembering that he’d also asked her name, her head snapped up, cheeks flaming red, and she replied hesitantly, “Bl-Blake. Zo-Zo-Zoie B-Blake.” She clutched her bunny harder, trying to hide her wings but too embarrassed to concentrate clearly.
word count ;; 516
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; pretty good
music ;; n/a
notes ;; n/a
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 5, 2010 18:24:08 GMT -5
Light grinned as she sat beside him still blushing, it reminded him of the innocent girls from when he was young. How long ago was that now? Three hundred and...thirtyish? Yeah that sounded close enough. Yeah she reminded him of them, shy, timid, blushing at guys talking to them... but she was not going to turn out like them. He will not dirty her with his taint.
Her answer was a bit vague, but heck she could talk. Getting her to talk seemed like a huge acomplishment, one he prizes, but she needs to talk more, ask questions herself. "Not that is a bit vague don't you think? You couldn't have ate with me or I would remember you... Maybe evedropping on my conversation? Do you have a thing for me? You want to go on a date? Hmmmm i wouldn't mind that, that is if you talk more than five words to me." he asked with a grin and a wink of his black eyes.
He took her hand and kissed it after she introduced herself, "Well Miss Blake it is a pleasure to meet you. Since you already know who I am I will let you call me Light." he said with a small bow from where he was sitting. Light suddenly got an idea on how to get her talking, "Now then Miss Blake how did you come by such a marvelous big bunny? Is it a girl or a boy? What is it's name?"
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 5, 2010 19:25:22 GMT -5
If someone wanted innocent, Zoie was usually their best bet. Although recently she had begun reading up on the very topics she failed to understand and that usually caused her to be labeled as innocent, she still lacked experience. The girl knew very little about dating and such, usually basing her knowledge off the things others shared with their friends, loud enough that not eavesdropping was less of an option. Besides, curiosity killed the cat – Ebony and Rebekah didn’t doubt that curiosity would be the very thing that would taint Zoie sooner or later. And where Zoie lacked all perverseness whatsoever, Ebony and Rebekah both understood perfectly well.
Blake continued to bite her lip as he suddenly spouted out with things that made sense, but seemed rather strange for him to be saying. As he came to question her affection of him, she dropped Bunny, blushing fire engine red with her eyes huge. “No! No, not at all! I-I swear… we’ve never met…” The wink only brought her to blush more, while Ebony fought to get out and do some good for the original personality. Rebekah, however didn’t allow her to, convincing the secondary personality that if Zoie was to get anywhere in life, they couldn’t always be helping her out. Especially where it went to romance, simply because it wouldn’t work out very well that way.
“I… I… uhm… well,” How on earth was she supposed to answer that question? She hardly knew him. She’d never been on a date before, much less been asked on one. Maybe she should try? She bit her lip, gathering her bunny up to hide the scarlet flush of color in her cheeks and staring at the floor. If she told him the whole story, maybe he’d drop that absurd idea about her having “a thing” for him. “A… a classmate of mine… likes you…” And she was feeding his ego. He’d probably demand to know who she was, if she was pretty, what her communicator username was, all those facts and completely forget about her. Not that Blake minded.
The blush had faded when he kissed her hand, but it reappeared just as his lips brushed the skin. “L-light,” she repeated hesitantly, nodding. She glanced down at her bunny, arms instinctively tightening around it. Why was he so interested in Bunny? Did he want one like it? She certainly hoped he wouldn’t expect her to give it to him. “A friend gave it to me. When I was little.” Even if she wasn’t all that big now, it was obvious she meant several years ago. She’d never replaced the stuffed animal, and hoped she would never have to. “Girl. It’s name is Bunny.” Which wasn’t very original, but she’d been six when she’d gotten it.
word count ;; 463
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; pretty good
music ;; n/a
notes ;; n/a
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 5, 2010 20:32:27 GMT -5
Light put on a fake pout at her words and made the pouting lips tremble a bit, all the while he was laughing so hard in his head as her blush and dropping her bunny he would have passed out if he let it out, "No? SO you don't want a date? Don't you like me? Your knight in not so shiny armour? Well no armour at all really but that ain't the point. The point is don't yah think you owe the guy who saved you at least one date?" he rambled on and sighed brushing some hair out of his eyes. "Well I guess that little speech ruin any chance of the guilt card working." he joked and grinned at her, "Never been able to pull off the whole upset, about to cry, jilted look."
He listened to her stumble over her words with his tell tale smirk and watched her face turned red again, oh he could have some fun with this one. He reached put to run his hand through her white locks, "You have beautiful hair. I doubt this girl is as beautiful as me. Besides if she likes me she should say so, not my problem if she doesn't. I think I'd much rather have that date with you. If you don't mind of course."
He reached out and petted Bunny, "Hello Lady Bunny. Nice to meet you. I'd kiss your hand to but you do not seem to have them." he said looking the stuffed animal in the eyes before flicking his own up to zoie's blue ones, "Pretty nice friend."
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 5, 2010 21:23:23 GMT -5
There was no way for Zoie to know he was laughing on the inside, although Ebony and Rebekah both suspected it. The shy original wasn’t too perceptive when it came to things like that, believing instead his trembling, pouting lips. Her lips parted in almost horror as he made his little speech, not realizing until the end that it had all been fake. Upon this realization, her lips parted further and a deep blood-red blush spread over her cheeks. The blush deepened as his actually words began to make sense, and she shut her mouth in embarrassment. He wanted a date with her, because he’d saved her and that apparently gave him some right to her time. Although this bothered Ebony a bit, Zoie liked the idea. It was sweet in a way.
And he was smirking again, then handling her hair. She bit her lip, not sure if she liked or disliked it. It felt a bit strange, honestly. However, what was pleasant was the surprise his words brought to her. He didn’t think much about the girl, pressing on the issue that he wanted a date with her. It was sweet of him, but, as she felt was plenty obvious, she lacked any and all experience. Maybe it was a good idea to start getting some? After a moment, she nodded tentatively, whispering, “I… I don’t mind,” and attempted a small smile.
The way he treated Bunny was cute, and she smiled a bit more courageously as he spoke to the stuffed animal in her arms. She hugged this stuffed animal tighter, so much so that its head dropped forward so its chin met his chest and offered nothing for her to hide behind. She blushed tighter, once again chewing on her full lower lip. She nodded at his last statement, smiling a bit and murmuring, “I love her.” And she wouldn’t have kept the bunny around if she hadn’t. She took the bunny everywhere: flying, to class, to sleep at night. The only place the bunny hadn’t been was in the shower or bath, although it was usually on the sink or counter all the same.
word count ;; 359
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; pretty good
music ;; n/a
notes ;; not happy with it ><
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 5, 2010 21:48:34 GMT -5
Light watched her and waited for an answer, he kept his eyes on her's for a lot of the time looking away before she got intimidated by his eyes like nearly everyone does. Having black eyes wasn't the easiest thing in the world, well for normal conversation anyway, the are great for scaring the hell out of people. He remembered the last time he did it, was on his way here actually. Some kids, orphans probably tried to rob him with guns. They would have killed him, he could see it in their eyes and body, they were not afraid to kill. So he had done what he has done over the years, used his magic on two of the drawings he keeps on him at all times the jet black ragged cape and matching scythe.
"I am the Angel of Death." he said in a monotonous voice, as his wings appeared while his gaze held them in place. "If you do not leave here now and stop your stupid practices I will hurry your time along." he continued and spun the scythes pole around his neck catching it in his left and and pointing it at them. Both pissed their pants.
He grinned at her, "Good. So what do you want to do? Picnic right here? A movie somewhere? I can fly you outside this crappy anti-electrics barrier." he asked her and smiled keeping his eyes on hers longer than he had been doing. "Well I guess she can come on the date to." he chuckled happily and bent down to Bunny again petting it on the head, "Make sure I do not do anything inappropriate huh?"
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 5, 2010 22:06:42 GMT -5
As he watched her, Blake tried to look right back at him. Although it was difficult because he was a stranger and she really wanted to stare at Bunny or the ground, she tried all the same. He was nice enough, she supposed. His eyes were pretty, black like the sky, but deep as a well. It was like she could dive right in, like falling asleep. The idea made her smile, because although sleep was a horrendous waste of time, she liked dreaming. Unless she was having nightmares, dreaming was one of her favorite things to do, right up there with flying. It was a thought that comforted her, and in a way so did his eyes. If she’d known the story he was remembering, she probably would have run for it.
Nonetheless, she found relief in her system when he looked away. It gave her a chance to collect herself, to regret what she’d told him. After all, she’d agreed to go on a date with a near complete stranger. A stranger! She was scared of strangers, even strangers who had saved her life. Which was, in a way, reassuring at the same time. After all, if he’d bothered to save her life, he wouldn’t hurt her, would he? It would have made saving her entirely redundant. Unfortunately, both Ebony and Rebekah were pessimists, and both knew of the people that hurt people for sake of hearing them scream, seeing the blood on the skin and the pain in their victims’ eyes. Unnerving, to say the least.
The grin was contagious, and her smile brightened a tad as she continued to clutch Bunny. The options he tossed at her made her mind spin. Now? He wanted the date now? With her wings in the condition they were in – she lost another feather as he spoke – and her bunny in her arms? He wanted to go on a date now? She bit her lip, unsure how to react to that until he once more spoke to Bunny and laughed again. He was sweet, so why not? Man, her mind was twisting and spinning back and forth. Not fair. “You wouldn’t do anything inappropriate to me,” she informed him seriously, believing the statement entirely. Then, she smiled at him sweetly, hugging her bunny and closing her eyes to enjoy the sunlight on her face. Plus, his wings were starting to intimate her. They were so large…
word count ;; 406
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; pretty good
music ;; n/a
notes ;; five words longer and i'm much happier lol
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 6, 2010 0:44:03 GMT -5
"There we go!" he sad enthusiastically when he saw her smile, it made her look really beautiful and adult like even with that stuffed animal. Otherwise she looked like an over grown kid or a kid that had switched bodies with an... eighteen year old? "Knew you could smile. You look really beautiful you know that? Heh! I am glad I got to see you smile and agree to a date." he said and grinned at her again seeing her smile brighting up and he placed his hand on her.
"So you want a picnic then. Salad. Fizzy and fruit juice? Different sandwiches, crisps... wait potato chips... Eh, fries, burgers, chocolate bars, fruit, soups and stuff! Yes?" He then searched through his pockets for the small notepad he kept there for using his power, the big one was for just drawing random crap. He fished it out and started drawing, he drew the two, no three of them on a large white blanket surrounded by food the food he told her. He then conjured it all up and they appeared slowly, blinking in and out of existence like the T.A.R.D.I.S. from the centuries old tv show Doctor Who. And for a special touch to the date he created a tub of strawberries on his lap then held one to her lips.
Even though he was a quite bit tired and drained he knew he could go on. Force of will and all. He suppressed a yawn as he waited for her to either accept his advance or deny it and smiled yet again at the woman with the broken wings, "And no I won't do anything inappropriate. At least not with you watching huh Bunny?"
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 7, 2010 18:35:02 GMT -5
He was very fervent, wasn’t he? In a way, it was cute, amusing. He was very happy about this situation. If she hadn’t been so nervous, she might have been enthusiastic as well. Yet she was unsure how to act at the moment, unsure what he expected and what would make her look like a complete idiot. Because Zoie had no experience, unfortunately neither did Ebony or Rebekah. The only insight they had was form books Zoie had read in an attempt to overcome her complete innocence. None of those books, however, had mentioned a picnic. The movies, going out to eat, even a stay at home study date. Never a picnic. It was strange enough, but she supposed it was much like going out to eat, except there were bathrooms to excuse oneself to.
And he was complimenting her again. Although it was really nice of him, it was unnecessary. Instinct brought a shy blush to her cheeks as she closed her eyes again, then turned to stare at her hands. He might be offended if she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to insult him when he was being so sweet. Nonetheless, she wasn’t left looking down long: surprise at feel his hand on her shoulder snapped her head up once again, just in time to hear the menu he was listing. What was fizzy? She supposed it was probably soda, something she wasn’t very fond of. She’d prefer the juice he mentioned. Crisps? Fries and burgers and soup? Where was he going to get all this stuff?
And why was he pulling out a notepad? Sure, it was cute, all wrinkled right out of his pocket. He was drawing, and then suddenly things were appearing on the ground beneath them. A blanket… food atop it… a bowl of strawberries in his lap. She blinked, watching with a wrinkled brow as he picked up one of the strawberries and held it to her lips. She bit her lip a moment, blushing, then took a small nibble of the succulent fruit and smiled as she chewed and swallowed. Her blush had yet to fade when his words deepened it.“If Bunny wasn’t here you would?” she murmured, biting her lip again. She could still taste the strawberry, although the fruit was long gone. “What would you do?”
word count ;; 387
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; goodish
music ;; n/a
notes ;; n/a
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 8, 2010 8:07:10 GMT -5
He smiled happily as she bit into the strawberry, he was beginning to not really see her blush, it was a part of her it seemed. It was her, small, and innocent, and easily flushed. It made his genetics go haywire, the instinctiveness of males to protect women, of course it was most strongly felt in their mates and children but he is sure that potential mates also trigger this resolve. The White Knight in him wanted to help her in each and every way, especially her wings, those injured, painful looking black wings.
"No I wouldn't. Not unless you wanted it to. And truly wanted it. With your heart," he said smiling as he reached out to place a hand over her heart, feeling her pulse as her heart pumped it through her small frail looking body."And not your body." he said looking into her eyes as he finished the rest of the strawberry she had bitten into, "Sleezeball guys piss me the fuck off! Doing things to women, trying to get as much sex from as many as they can. And no matter what happens, whether the girls give them what they want or not they always get thrown away and become heartbroken..." he whispered not saying the he was once one of those guys, over three centuries ago. A fact and memories he hates beyond belief, he would still be doing those despicable actions if it wasn't for that girl, one of his teacher's daughters. She was amazing and what amazed him even more that he never once though of seducing her, "I hate those guys."
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 9, 2010 21:36:06 GMT -5
Although she was a human shapeshifter rather than an animal one, Blake had read about the protective instinct in males to protect their families. It was natural for them to grow angry if their family was hurt, to want revenge on the one who had hurt the family. It was also natural to want to fix this hurt, this pain. However, she wasn’t aware that she was drawing on this instinct inside him. It hadn’t occurred to her, in all actuality, that he should or even would feel protective of her. If it had, it was probably related to her fall, and his having saved her. Wasn’t there a hero complex, where the victim of a traumatic event attached to the person that supposedly saved them from what had posed a threat to their well-being? In that case, however, it would be Blake that grew emotionally attached to him. Was that why she liked him, was actually talking to him – because he’d saved her? She bit her lip uncertainly, not fond of the idea.
When his hand neared her, her teeth tightened on her lip, breathing stopping and her heart beating erratically by the time his fingers landed over the spot on her heart, between and just above the swell of her chest. She stared right back at him, eyes confused. She was listening to every word, filing it away for later. Inside, Rebekah and Ebony were equally stunned. However, when Zoie began to feel a bit dizzy from not having breathed, the two nudged her into opening her mouth and letting out the breath she’d been holding. The action, when continued in a more rhythmic and normal fashion, made all three personalities feel better. Nonetheless, she didn’t like the language he used, although Ebony and Rebekah appreciated the passion, and, Rebekah more so than Ebony, the words. The one named after Blake’s mother was, after all, the one that took control in affairs of love and other emotional strain. Where Ebony protected Blake’s body, Rebekah protected her heart.
Blake was not a person that told stories – usually, she much preferred listening to them. However, after such a heartfelt story of his – even if it was more of a monologue than a story, she felt she should equal that. Even if she wasn’t sure exactly how to do that, she decided to let her heart speak for her. Her voice soft, she murmured, “Ha---Have… Have you had heartbreak, then?” She certainly had. Of course, Zoie didn’t remember the actual heartbreak, but the pain and loneliness afterward was still with her. Rebekah had only so much energy, so she could protect Zoie only for a few days before having to rest. Ebony lacked all skill with emotional things like heartbreaks, and even she had been affected by the pain. She hadn’t shown up in two months following the incident.
word count ;; 479
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; meh
music ;; n/a
notes ;; n/a
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 13, 2010 8:01:46 GMT -5
Heartbreak? Has he? No... A fact he finds really weird, over three hundred years and not one of the women he has been with has broken his heart, sure he was cheated on, used, a rebound and every other way but when it all ended he took it in his stride with a simple 'Ok then. See you around'. So he guessed he has never been in love.
Light then frowned and his brow furrowed as his eyebrows almost touched, "Well... there was one woman. My best friend. When she died it really hurt, cried for days." he whispered chewing on his lip as he thought. "She was amazing. Changed me she did, from the snobby rich kid to more or less what I am now. Would that be heartbreak?" he asked her looking deep into her eyes.
He then coughed and grinned again, "So lets steer away from that subject ok? Not a very comfortable topic." he requested in his usual jolly voice. "Now what shall we talk about? How about what part of your blood give you your wings? You a shapeshifter, nephilim or some other mix?" he asked smiling and stretched out his wings. "And do you know why your feathers keep falling out?" he whispered running his fingertips gently down her feathers in ways he really liked, the sensitive parts. Yet he did it more gently than he would have knowing her wings are not in the best condition, "Even them being the way they are they are still gorgeous."
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 15, 2010 22:08:12 GMT -5
If Blake had heard his thoughts about heartbreak, she would have been horrified, and she would have pitied him. She definitely agreed with the saying that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, and if he had never loved… it seemed a depressing thing to think about. Not only that, but the fact that he had never been fazed by being used, cheated on, and all the other things that he had suffered of in a love relationship. She would wonder how he could react in such a blasé way. How could he not be hurt by being dropped and abandoned in those situations. How could he not have felt for any of those women, how could he not have cared that they treated him like that? Fortunately, none of Blake’s three personalities was telepathic, so none knew about his thoughts and none were thinking these questions.
Her eyes watched his brow knit together, her ears heard the words. Although Rebekah was disgusted by the idea, Zoie really wanted to hug him. He looked uncertain, and the confident persona she had seen earlier should never appear like that. Countless scenes played through her mind as she wondered exactly how she died, why he outlived her. Maybe she was elderly, and she had died in her sleep or something. Had he witnessed her death? No matter what had happened, it sounded horrible for it to have happened. His question seemed obvious enough to answer, but she nodded nonetheless, frowning sadly, biting her own lip as she watched him. Her hand twitched toward him, itching to show some sign of comfort but unable to.
She didn’t like the sudden change of topic. He was too cheerful too quickly, although she agreed that she would rather not talk about heartbreak. She was still uncomfortable about the whole topic of her own, mostly because she remembered nothing but the pain, that horrible pain and emptiness. Even now, it sometimes bothered her, most often during meals, when she glanced at her father and he stared through her or looked away like she was an embarrassment. If anyone had known about her secondary personalities, she would be even more shunned than she secluded herself already. Considering the raise of those thoughts, Blake was also now forced to wonder (at least Rebekah and Ebony were) if they were planning on letting him find out about the two others, the very two that Zoie was unaware of.
The half-mage jumped as his fingers traced over her wings. The appendages trembled beneath his touch, then spread and flexed to show off their full glory. Blake sighed happily, unable to keep the pleased expression off her face. Despite his gentle touch, the flex had thrown off two feathers, even if she didn’t notice right away. Her response was extremely calm, relaxed, almost happy, when she finally replied, “My mom was a shapeshifter. I… I don’t… know.” She shivered, her wings stretching out a bit more and shedding another feather, again unnoticed. His compliment drew another blush to her cheeks, and she looked at the ground, feeling her wings continue to tremble under his fingers. She was trying to keep the goofy smile off her face, which she doubted she succeeded at.
word count ;; 549
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; dead.
music ;; n/a
notes ;; death is so fleeting. i want sleep.
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 16, 2010 17:24:31 GMT -5
He sighed sadly as more feathers fell out but he was not as worried as much a before, if the came out from such a slight movement then they probably needed to come out. "Hmmm maybe I will..." he thought aloud and tucked one of her fallen feathers behind his ear and reached behind his back and plucked one of his own from his wing, "May I?" he asked holding the pure black feather and indicating towards her hair.
He then smiled and nodded, "Wish my father was a shapeshifter. He is who I got my wings of off. Complete and utter arse muncher." he said with hate and disgust covering his face. He then chuckled and grinned at zoie again, his usual cheeriness back in all its glory, "Sorry, daddy issues."
He reached out and picked up a paper plate and put seven hotdogs in their buns and dumped brown sauce from a bottle that said "HP sauce" and had a picture of the Parliament building in London onto the hotdogs, "So you gonna eat anything from this feast of mine besides a small nibble of a strawberry or have i just made it to feed the worms?" he asked cheerfully and grinned at her. "Just say what you want and I will get it for you. And if there is nothing here you want I'll whip it up in no time." he told her with a nod before taking a big bite of a hotdog getting about three-quarters of it in his mouth.
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 16, 2010 20:34:13 GMT -5
Her expression was blank confusion as he spoke, but this was cleared up as he tucked one of her feathers behind his ear. She blushed, staring at her lap, where her hands were twisting upon one another. She was losing feathers left and right, as usual, but somehow it seemed more embarrassing with him sitting right there. The fact that he’d drawn attention to it only seemed to make it worse, although the feather in his already dark hair wasn’t very noticeable. In her hair, however, it would stand out. After all, a black feather contrasted deeply against her stark white hair. Nonetheless, she blushed and nodded, biting her lip. Her eyes followed his hand, unsure how to react, unsure if instinct would make her flinch if he got too close.
Zoie, mostly unused to the language even if it was a cleaner than what she sometimes heard, stared at him, aghast, for a long moment as he spoke so poorly of his father. She knew what it was like to dislike one’s paternal parent. In fact, she and her father weren’t even in contact at the moment. He looked through her when he saw her, didn’t speak to her. How she would ever be informed of her soulmate was entirely past her. She doubted he would inform her, doubted she would even receive the customary note. The thought was a bit annoying, but she saw no reason to even attempt any amount of civilized communication. At his simpler comment towards the end, she simply nodded, once again staring at her hands.
She was so interested in her hands that she didn’t notice his actions in preparing his meal. If she had, she would have been amazed at the amount. Nonetheless, her attention wasn’t caught until he was speaking again. A blush spread over her cheeks once more as she regarded the food before her, unsure how she should respond. She had never been much of an eater, but she supposed there was a lot of food. Did he plan on them eating that much? Blake bit her lip, hand reaching for one of the sandwiches and nibbling on one corner as her eyes watched him. He was eating a lot, and fast. He wasn’t asking her any questions though, and she had never really been one to ask them herself.
word count ;; 391
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; merr
music ;; n/a
notes ;; tireeeeeeeeeeed
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 17, 2010 18:07:40 GMT -5
He watched her blush and her hands play with each other, he guessed she was really embarrassed and/or nervous or whatever emotions would make her do that. Three and a half centuries of living and he didn't really pay attention to any psychology stuff, just some bits and pieces he picked up from television shows.
At her nod he smiled and leaned in and placed the long black feather behind her ear, the blackness of it truly being shown against the whiteness of her hair. And it was beautiful hair... Before he knew what he was doing his hand had ran down some of her locks and gently brushed along her collarbone. When he finally relised what he was doing the nephilim jerked his hand away like he had got an electric shock, "Sorry. I don't know what came over me."
He watched her eat slowly and delicately in a way he thought fitted her. It was that sight that made him slow down rather than his usual shoving it down his throat pace, "Sorry I mostly eat alone so sometimes i forget to slow down. My two favourite things in the world burn up a lot of energy, flying and drawing combined with the conjuring." he said happily and set the plate down to look at her.
He smiled slowly as he watched her and he reached out to put a hand over hers, "May I kiss you now?" he asked seriously and tossed a palm full of tic-tacs into his mouth incase she said yes
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 18, 2010 0:23:31 GMT -5
The thing was, Blake was embarrassed. She was nervous. She didn’t know how to react, didn’t know how this was supposed to work. Usually, her lack of experience protected her mind from the ideas and thoughts and innuendos that the other students threw at her. Now, it seemed a sort of weakness as she watched him, hiding behind the sandwich she held to her lips, almost scared of what would happen next. The lacking experience in this specific field was the thing that made her nervous, and yet it seemed to be more than that. That thought made her wonder what else could make her anxious. There was nothing to be afraid of, was there? After all, as she’d thought before, if he had saved her, he wouldn’t want to hurt her now, would he? While Rebekah murmured doubts in Zoie’s subconscious, Ebony attempted to discourage this, adding confident tones and such at the end of every remark that disparaged the boy sitting across from her. Where the entire cause of her hesitancy was not, it was clear that Rebekah disliked him simply for the possibility he posed.
Hesitant blue eyes followed the movement of the muscles in his hand as he brought the feather closer to her, stared at him, heart pounding beneath her skin so loudly she didn’t doubt he could hear it. Her teeth dug into the plush of her lower lip as he placed the soft piece of darkness behind her ear…but he didn’t pull away again. His fingers trailed over the strands, across her collarbone as her heart sped again, erratic and fearful as she continued to watch him, blue eyes large and wide. When his hand jerked away, she felt her breath stop in her chest, her heartbeat jumping. His apology only confused her, furrowing her brow as her eyes tightened a bit, fear sliding away almost easily. The only thing the apology succeeded in doing was soothing Rebekah’s irate mood, and that was only just enough to border on loathing rather than exceeding it. The secondary and definitely most recent personality didn’t even have a legitimate reason to be livid; she only hated him because of something he couldn’t control, because he was a boy who possibly had a romantic interest in her.
And he was apologizing again, but for his eating habits. Ebony snorted, Rebekah rolled her metaphorical eyes. But he was speaking happily, trying to lessen how awkward she still felt. Zoie liked that about them, so a smile spread over the girls lips hesitantly, not opening over her white teeth, but sweet nonetheless. It was nice to hear his hobbies though, nice to hear they had something in common. She loved flying despite the pain and infrequency that the condition of her wings caused. But that was obvious enough. “I… I like to draw… too,” she admitted softly, offering another sweet smile his way. She continued nibbling on her sandwich, but dropped one hand to twist in the patterns of the blanket they sat upon. His next question, followed by the hand on hers nearly made her choke on the bite of sandwich she had just taken. Blake coughed, trying to breathe past the surprise and confusion of the question. “Wha-wha… what?” she asked almost breathlessly, voice croaking.
word count ;; 548
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; okay
music ;; n/a
notes ;; really tired
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Post by LIGHTNING FARRON ! on Apr 18, 2010 14:03:53 GMT -5
Lightning smiled back at her when he saw her smile, “That is nice. Got anything you like drawing? I really like drawing people but I do not often get the chance. I think it has something to do with capturing someone in art, their life and soul. Something that if very difficult for me to make. God damned souls.” he laughed and finished off his hot dogs slowly. “You know maybe i could draw you sometime? I’d really really like to have a portrait of you. You are a very very beautiful woman. And if you let me draw you do you think you can have your wings out? I have never drawn someone with wings, well I have but that was just putting a picture of wings on a picture of a guy. Never drawn someone with wings.”
“Yikes you ok?” he asked as she almost choked at his question, didn't make him feel very good doing that to her but he had to admit it was slightly amusing. “Do you need me to ask again? I am pretty sure I asked it clearly and loudly enough. ” Light said with a small grin before he slowly leaned towards her until his lips were close to hers and he looked into her eyes before he reached up to cup her cheek and whispered to her as his thumb ran back and forth over her cheek, “I asked if you allow me to kiss you. You know lip locking, smooching. Kissing.”
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Post by zoie ebony rebekah blake ! on Apr 19, 2010 20:52:37 GMT -5
So many questions. Why was he asking so many questions? Blake bit her lip, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden onslaught of sought information. Honestly, there weren’t that many, but the concepts themselves… they just seemed abnormally large. What did she liked drawing? She wasn’t specific. She just liked drawing. The soothing movements and strokes of a pencil on paper, the soft scratching so consistent. Her memory blanks were rarer because of that. But could he draw her? Before she even considered it, she was nodding, although she doubted she’d be able to just sit there and smile while he did so. His rambling was confusing. Why did her wings matter? She wasn’t that beautiful, if the word applied to her in the first place. And why exactly did he want to have a picture of her? She was sure they would see each other again sometimes, considering he couldn’t be all that much older than her – they’d both be at the academy for a few more years. What was he worried about?
And then he was far too close. The proximity alone drew forth a blush as she leaned back, trying to escape the contact without being completely rude. Nonetheless, the thumb on her cheek was almost soothing, reassuring as her lips trembled. He was so close, so very, very close. Didn’t he know what kissing meant as a mage? Didn’t he believe in soulmates? Considering who her father was, she sort of had to. Soulmates were something she’d always looked forward almost, someone who might love her unconditionally, forever and for always. So could she just let someone kiss her? Someone whom she hardly knew, had only meant some twenty minutes or so ago? Zoie couldn’t, but Ebony certainly could. The girl’s eyes turned red, and the trembling lips became a shy smile. “Okay,” she whispered, and as the word finished, the eyes turned blue again, leaving Zoie somewhat dazed and confused.
word count ;; 325
tag ;; leon -- lightning farron
muse ;; okay
music ;; n/a
notes ;; n/a
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