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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 8:50 pm
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Sayael was frustrated.
Not only frustrated. Royally pissed was more the term for it.
Pacing down the demon dorms, she was mentally on the fence whether or not to try to get to know Marosa from the beginning, introducing herself as not his sister and just a friend... or just coming up out of the blue and saying, 'HEY, I'm your long lost sister! I missed you! What do you mean you don't remember me!?'
That is. If she could FIND the jacking boil.
Thanks to their father, Sayael had to play a very careful game in order not to hurt Marosa... it was a game that was similar to dancing on barbed wire tipped with thorns.
Unsure of what to do, Sayael let out an aggravated sound.
And so she paced, ending up in the common room of the Demon dorms, letting herself collapse into the chair by the fireplace. She was akin to a cat, curled up in such a way that looked uncomfortable... but it was the only way to sit to not disturb her branches.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 4:54 pm
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The door to Marosa's room opened, and out slipped one exotic, followed by the the object of Sayael's current obsession. With a grin, a brush of fingers along the fey's jaw, the ghoul gave her boilfriend a parting kiss. then the door was closing, and the djinn was heading down the hall, through the common room, and towards the double doors that lead out to the campus lawn.
She had class, soon, but before that the ghoul had wanted to make a stop at the library so she could pick up a book on Fear healing that had finally been returned, months later.
Whoever had borrowed it, she hoped they had received a stern talking to, and possibly a fee. Didn't they realize there were others in the school that needed the information found in that book?
Clearly not.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:49 pm
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Just who was this?
Almost bouncing up from her chair, Sayael tilted her head and practically danced into Yaya's way, a curious look on her face as her fruits dangled gently from her branches.
"And... WHO are YE?" Came the eerily familiar lilting accent, her eyes widening as she leaned much too close for comfort, their noses nearly touching.
And then she took a breath, a deep whuffing sound as she inhaled the scents that surrounded Yaya. She smelled far different than that other had smelled, what was his name...? Oh, yes, Sharra. The nergal demon boy who was far too angry for anything.
But this woman... she smelled of far different things, and one of those things mixed in there smelled happy. So who was this ghoul, this stranger whom she had never seen before? It puzzled the sugar faerie.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 5:59 pm
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The djinn very nearly ran right into the other ghoul as she placed herself squarely in Yaya's way. A soft gasp issued, hand rising to press dark fingers to her chest as she gave the plum fairy a wide eyed look, startled. "Oh my." There was an apology there, at the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it down, frowning thoughtfully as that familiar accent spilled from dark lips in demanding question.
Then the fairy was leaning forward, very nearly nose to nose, before drawing in a deep breath and Yaya's scent along with it. "Excuse me?" Now, she was no stranger to scenting, having encountered her fair share of monsters, but usually introductions were exchanged before she had to worry about it.
Head tilting softly to one side, Hadiyya took a small step backwards, regaining a little space between them. The demon was not usually so concerned with personal boundaries, but this was a little much, even for her. "I'm Hadiyya," and answered at last, fingertips smoothing along her thighs.
"And who are ye?" Thanks to Marosa, she was actually pretty good at the accent.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 9:18 am
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A patient, albeit slightly puzzled smile lingered on the djinn's lips as the fairy ghoul repeated her name. Not once, but three times, with increasing enthusiam. It was very odd behavior, but not the strangest she'd encountered in her time at the school. When a name was give in return, along with a courtsy, Yaya's smile grew a touch brighter. "It's good to meet you."
Compliments, of course, were always welcome. "You're too kind," she countered politely, bracelets chiming as she moved her hands, fingers gliding along one of the dainty chains that circled her neck. "How new is new?" Usually she noticed new faces, but the number of students at Amiry was increasing rapidly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:12 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 5:37 am
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"I could introduce you to him sometime, if you'd like." Perhaps arrange a lunch outing, that could be fun. Rosa would probably enjoy meeting another fairy, even if they weren't another gancanaugh, or demon.
Glowing eyes widened slightly at the flood of questions that followed, and she couldbt help a soft chuckle in amusement. "It's not bad, the classes are fairly easy and you can set your own pace." Her shoulda came up in a light shrug. "There is the occasional catastrophe to worry over, but I think, in the end, they help you grow." Well, you either grew, or you broke. There seldom seemed room for middle ground.
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