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 Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 11:00 pm
Transparent wisps of vapor seemed to be curling off of the pavement due to the rising heat that was melting the midmorning snow. Not at all perturbed by this sudden warmth in the dead of winter, people bustled about as usual on their daily shopping, with perhaps a jacket or two missing. However, this heat wave was not missed by Garett, who promptly began complaining about it to his assistant, Dorian, in the hushed tones of someone who is angry but is trying very hard not to wake up the person sleeping in his currently empty window display.
The sleeper, Toulouse, was sprawled out on the raised platform of the window display. He was laying on his stomach, sound asleep with a rather large tom cat sitting in the curve of his back, purring loudly. The golden teen had been asleep for the last hour or so, having become bored and exhausted from the renovations that he was supposed to be helping Garett and Dorian with. His hair was mussed across his face and his hand rested limp in front of his mouth as if to make the air he inhaled warmer.
“Can’t we just wake him up?” Dorian asked a little crossly, glancing over to Toulouse’s sleeping form. The young man was completely exasperated with having to pull down the old wallpaper from the walls. He was sticky and sweaty and was of the firm mind that Toulouse should be up and experiencing his glue covered pain. Was he supposed to be helping with the store renovations or not?
“No.” Replied Garett with the smooth accent of his no nonsense english manner, finally having worked out his grouse with the weather. “Let him sleep. My niece tells me he doesn’t do that very often.”
“But Garett, it’s not even noon and he hasn’t done anything.”
“Come on.” Was Garett’s reply as he striped more of the yellowing wallpaper away from the walls. “We’re almost done.”
“Yeah, no thanks to him.” Dorian muttered under his breath as he resigned himself to the odious task at hand.
Oblivious to Dorian’s complaint and the strange stares that he was getting from the passersby on the other side of the window , Toulouse slept peacefully on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 11:28 pm
It was cold, freezing in fact, yet her feet felt no temperature as they carried her down unfamiliar sidewalks and streets. The only sound she could hear in her ears was the pounding they produced as they contacted with the pavement over and over again, mingling with the raspy nature of each breath she drew in and out. The sounds of cars roaring past her on their way to whatever destination the drivers had in mind were nothing more than a muted hum, the whole background of life around her playing like a television set so low she could barely hear anything. Her own movements, her own breathing, they were the sound effects that carried her onwards.
Someone! Anyone!
Pasayo had awoken early that morning, her body rousing with a strange sensation all over, and when she had managed her way to the bathroom to try and discover the cause a sight greeted her that terrified her beyond all sleep. There was a stranger staring at her from within the mirrored glass, a stranger with a body that was hardly that of a child - the body of a woman reaching her prime. Large, full lips decorated a face that was slender and beautiful; well-set eyes stared out at her above a shapely nose and beneath long fuchsia bangs that straddled her chin.
Please! I....!
The face had been the initial startle, though the kicker that sent the young woman fleeing from the house in terror had to be the body that trailed below the neck. Her nightgown no longer fit, its length having been down to her ankles now clinging around her knees as if it were a sundress. The long sleeves were now short and puffy from shrinking, and across the chest she could only wheeze as she noticed the cloth straining to hold back whatever lay beneath them. It could not have been her, that woman in the mirror could not have been her reflection, though when Pasayo raised her hands to her mouth to stifle a gasp the woman did the same - before she promptly turned and ran.
I....anyone! Toulouse!
Running as she was Pasayo could easily ignore the crowds that stared at her as she ran past, their eyes turning to her before they went back about their way as if she had never been there in the first place. All they would recall, if they could, would be a long trail of fuchsia hair that seemed to drape behind a blackened figure running in light purple towards an unknown location. She did not know how much longer her legs would carry her and when she finally felt them threaten to give out she stopped and leaned against a window, unaware of the figure resting in the glass behind it. Her legs had carried so far, her fear had driven her so far, that she now rested in front of a certain shop . . .
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 11:52 pm
As if sensing some kind of impending event, Toulouse stirred minutely in his sleep as his body tried to wake him up and make him aware of the happenings in front of the shop. Dorian and Garett were oblivious to all of this as they continued to strip the old wallpaper with long, tearing movements. They had no reason to look out the window. If they had, they would have seen the scantily clad girl, resting against the big pane of glass. It was warm out but not enough to warrant such a short dress.
Toulouse mumbled something against his hand, finally shifting into consciousness. He blinked blearily against the morning sun streaming through the window. For a moment all he saw was a burst of very bright light. Groaning in annoyance, the teen twisted so he was laying on his side away from the window, having unsettled the tom that had used him as a perch. Not particularly upset by the cat’s growling, Toulouse sat up and looked about groggily. Garett and his grey haired assistant were still where he had left them.
“…” Toulouse was rubbing the sleep from his eyes when Dorian spotted him.
“Nice of you to join us you lazybones.” Dorian retorted, placing his hands squarely on his hips and frowning . “I hope you’ve had a nice nap Toulouse.”
“Why yes I have. Thanks so much for asking Dorian.” Toulouse replied easily, ignoring Dorian’s prickly mood. “What time is--”
At that moment, Toulouse turned to face the window and saw clearly out of it for the first time. A girl with long vibrant hair was leaning against the glass. Even though Toulouse couldn’t see her face, he knew who it was instantly. Pasayo! The golden teen unfurled himself and jumped the step of the window display. He wondered worriedly was Pasayo was dressed in such thin clothing in the middle of winter. She looked vaguely distraught.
Not even thinking, Toulouse grabbed his long overcoat from the rack by the door and raced out of the shop with the article of clothing in his hands.
“Pasayo?” He asked hesitantly. She obviously was very upset. Rushing over to try and calm the girl, he draped his coat over her finely shaped shoulders. Seeming to know that she was undoubtedly cold without asking.
“What in the world are you doing out here?” He asked with blatant concern written all over his features. “What’s happened? Are you alright?” Toulouse would look at and question Pasayo’s lovely growth later. For the moment he was mainly anxious over her well-being.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:28 pm
Pasayo's knees were shaking beneath her frame as she leaned against the glass window, her eyes cast at the ground instead of inside that the display that was now moving outside quickly with a coat in hand. She was doing her best to catch her breathe, the air stinging her lungs with a chill, and as she wheezed in and out it took her a moment to register that someone was calling her name.
"Tou-"
She did not finish her sentence as the older Ashe wrapped a jacket about her shoulders and began to assault her with questions, most if not all of them regarding her current state and how she had come to stop in this particular spot, and she turned to look at him with a weary expression on her face.
"Tolouse....help me...."
Her words were pleading as she pressed herself against him, the motion not meant to seem as wanting as it came across. She still thought of herself as a but a child though her body was that of a woman, and to passerby who witnessed this action it appeared as though a man was rescuing a whore of some kind. Her arms wrapped about his waist as her face buried against his chest, warm tears slowly pouring from her eyes and onto the cloth that clung around her chest. She was shivering from the long run as well as the cold, but as long as she held Toulouse like she was she would refuse to move.
"Something is wrong . . . "
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:57 pm
“What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Ill?” Toulouse asked in a gush of worried words, not even thinking that she could be distressed about her body. His breath hitched a little as Pasayo pressed herself close to him. The teen grew uncomfortable at having her clutch at him, but he still wrapped his arms around her slender frame, offering warmth and comfort. Toulouse blushed when he realized that Pasayo fit perfectly in his arms, like she was meant to be there. He shook those errant thoughts away like flies. He did not need to be thinking such things in a time like this.
Having finally realized that there was a little raucous going on outside, Garett and Dorian stopped in their work. Dorian left the older man standing inside and went to poke his head out the door to grumble at Toulouse.
“You’re supposed to be helping us not smoozing with your girlfriend Toulouse.” Dorian said. For who else could this strange girl with the black skin and pink hair be? He couldn’t describe the girl as anything else as she seemed to be wantonly pressing herself up against the blond. “Hey babe why don’t you come see what a real man is like?” Dorian hooted loudly at Pasayo, waggling his eyebrows.
It was at this point Garett made his presence known by smacking Dorian very hard upside the head. “Shush your mouth. Don’t talk to a woman like that. Toulouse, why don’t you two come back inside? The weather is too irritable out here.”
“Yes of course.” Toulouse nodded while glaring at Dorian, mentally sending the gray haired boy a death threat. The Ashe looked down at the top of Pasayo’s head and laid a kiss on that vibrant crown of hair just like he had done many times before when she was still small.
“Come on Pasayo.” Toulouse soothed, trying to lead the girl inside. “It’ll be okay and you can tell me what’s wrong.”
Garett ushered Toulouse and Pasayo back into the shop and over to a moth eaten couch that had been shoved haphazardly into the corner. “Please sit down?” The brunette offered.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:37 pm
Pasayo hiccuped and nodded to Toulouse's words, her mind not even picking up what the man called Dorian had shouted over at her, and she released her hold on him long enough to be lead inside and sat down on a couch. The furniture, she noticed though not out of snobbish content, was nothing like that she had ever seen inside of the Manor. All of Master Piero's items, despite their apparent time, were in a condition that made them all seem brand new and hardly used while the couch here looked as though it had clearly seen better days.
"Thank you very much. I am...sorry to intrude upon you."
Despite how nervous she was, how terrified she was feeling inside, Pasayo still managed to speak polity towards Garrett. The new sounds of her voice, however, managed to cause her words to come out blocky as it reached her ears. It was so different, so foreign, and even though she could recall Toulouse telling her that she was growing and to expect changes this was still entirely too much for her to take in.
Now, sitting as she was, it was even more clear how much she had changed. Her hands were folded in her lap though a shadow was cast down on them from her generous bosom, which had seemingly tripled in size over night, and the thin hourglass shape of her frame seemed to tremble beneath the thin fabric was was supposed to act as a nightgown. It was serving her now more like an under dress, so short and so tight, and as she breathed in and out the seems along her chest seemed to be stressed.
"Toulouse...I...."
Pasayo started to speak again only to frown and touch a delicate hand to her lips, as if she were trying to mute herself.
"My body."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:02 pm
Toulouse wrapped his arm around Pasayo, holding her close to the line of his body. So that’s what was wrong. He supposed it wasn’t too strange that she had panicked when she had seen her new, teenage body. It was a lovely body Toulouse thought before mentally smacking himself for being lewd. Here Pasayo was, near tears in a moldy old shop, and the golden teen had enough gall to check her out.
Toulouse clearly was remembering that late night kiss he had given to a much younger Pasayo because he blushed and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“You shouldn’t fret so.” He offered kindly. “Didn’t I tell you that you would be growing up? It’s really nothing to be getting excited about. You look lovely Pasayo” Toulouse turned another delightful shade of pink when he gave the compliment. He didn’t want Pasayo to think that he was flirting with her, because he wasn’t. Definitely not.
“I think I’m gonna hurl.” Dorian made a rude gagging gesture with his hand when he saw Toulouse blush.
“Silence.” Toulouse snapped imperiously at Dorian, although he was thoroughly embarrassed. “I don’t want you opening your mouth again if you have nothing constructive to say. Just ignore him.” Toulouse added to Pasayo.
“Most definitely.” Garett was facing the two as he nodded in agreement, but he seemed to be gazing right over their heads, almost unseeing. “Come Dorian. I think some coffee and tea is order for the young lady. Why don’t you come help me.”
It wasn’t a request but an order and Dorian grumbled as he followed Garett into the back kitchen, which was more like a tiny break room. The young man didn’t want to make drinks and instead wanted to harass Toulouse some more about his new girlfriend. He wondered if the girl was an Ashe as well. Mostly likely he thought
“Sorry about that.” Toulouse said to Pasayo after the two men had left. “Dorian has a rather big mouth. Are you going to be okay? Would you like to call Piero?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:33 pm
"I did more than grow up! My body has completely changed, down to my voice!"
There was panic in Pasayo's tone as she turned to look at speak at Toulouse, her whole body moving with a slight sway over the sudden movement. She placed both of her hands on the couch cushion as she turned, looking as though she were supporting herself in that way only.
"I...I am...even I do look lovely, I am not me anymore! This body is not my own!"
She shook her head frantically, like that would aid her, but all it seemed to do was create a dizzying headache that sprung tears to her eyes. When Dorian had sad something once again she caught only a little of it, blinking away at what he was trying to say or do, though she could merely bow her head to Garett as he lead the man who resembled Master Piero with his hair away.
She seemed to be doing okay as she wondered about that whole situation, though the moment Toulouse mentioned Piero her whole body straightened up and the color of her face paled to an almost ashen black.
"No! You must not! He must not see me like this!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 8:06 pm
“Hush Pasayo!” Toulouse commanded softly grabbing the girl by her thin shoulders, trying to stop her trembling. “You are still you no matter what form you take. Your mind hasn’t changed has it? You haven’t stopped being Pasayo just because you got a little taller.”
The teen smoothed Pasayo’s fuschia hair out of her face and wrapped his coat more securely around her after she had gone rigid from the mention of Piero.
“Okay, Okay. I won’t call Piero.” Toulouse cooed soothingly when he saw how white Pasayo had gone. “Please just calm down Pasayo. This change isn’t all bad. Just different. Don’t be afraid of change.”
Toulouse then pulled Pasayo into a tight embrace trying to calm her fears in any way he could. His hands rubbed up and down Pasayo’s back relaxingly. He found that he could sympathize with her upset manner. Did he not nearly kill himself when he found that he had been reborn into a child’s body? They were the very same, him and her. Both had been frightened by the strange changes that seemed to wrack their bodies. Everything would be fine though.
“I’m gonna have to take you home eventually Pasayo. Piero will have to see you.” Toulouse nuzzled against Pasayo’s soft hair, unthinkingly as his arms tightened protectively around her. He still couldn't believe how well she fit against him.
“You didn’t run away without his knowing did you?” He queried.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 8:20 pm
"N...Normally Master can sense those who leave or enter the house without any troubles, but Mistress Rown is in town and therefore has Master over the house at the time. I...he does not know because he cannot tell while she is there."
She was telling a half-truth about how well he could feel, considering that even though he may not know who it was that had left, he was sure to feel that someone was gone off the property - the house allowed him that much power left while Rown was in town. She surprised she had not seen one of Rown's many familiars follow her off, as she knew for certain Rown had felt her flight, though she assumed now that the woman had shrugged it off like usual and gone back to sleep.
"I am scared to see what they think of me. My last change before this one had caused both of my Masters to panic and rush about to provide things for me, but to think now that my body has grown to a state like this..."
Pasayo leaned closer into Toulouse's embrace, feeling safe while he held her. Her chest pushed heavily into his own as she tightened her own grasp, wondering why it was so easy to hug this man when she had felt so awkward being taken at a large age into the arms of Master Houkan and Master Piero.
Was it because of...the kiss from that time? Immediately Pasayo's cheeks burned red and she tried to blink the thought away, though with the feeling of Toulouse's warm breath upon her head the pounding in her heart only increased drastically. She was sure her cheeks were flushing, as they felt warmer than the rest of her face, and her fingers tightened against the fabric of Toulouse's shirt.
"I...I am scared of what I have become. I feel so much more differently, it is...."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 8:45 pm
“I see.” Toulouse replied, distressed. “I should like to have a word with the woman.” The teen didn’t care for the flippant way in which this Rown person treated those of the household. Piero may have held his trust, but Rown did not and he wanted to make sure that Pasayo was going to be safe in the house. For some reason he could not fathom, Toulouse worried incessantly over the girl in his arms. Even when he was away from her, he found that his thoughts drifted idly back to her.
“I‘m sure that Piero and Houkan shall be pleased. Forgive them for they are still very much human in nature despite their magical upbringing. They cannot help but be what they are.”
The golden Ashe kept his arms firmly around Pasayo even as he felt her bosom pressed up against his chest delightfully. He blushed at the thought and continued, “It’s only natural to feel different. Growing up is hard on everyone. You are still you though. ” He said again, firmly. "I don't mind your change in the least."
Toulouse leaned back slightly from Pasayo, looking at the way her lips were parted slightly in the most inviting way. They were like a splash of red in all the dark skin. He wondered if…
“Pasayo,” He asked gently as he cupped the smooth rounded side of her face. Blue eyes clashed with fuchsia as Toulouse looked at her with his heart pounding in his chest. “May I kiss you?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 9:04 pm
It was flattering to think that Toulouse thought so highly of her appearance, enough to even tell her that he did not mind her change, and Pasayo grew slowly to think that he was a kinder person than all her encounters had lead her to believe. While she always knew he was nice she never thought him the kind to tell soft white lies for the sake of others, so to have him tell her some simply made her heart warmer. But then -
"E..eh...?"
Pasayo's voice seemed to crack as Toulouse asked her permission for a kiss, this time giving her a chance to think unlike how he had stolen one from her before. Naturally she did not know what to say, it was all very sudden for something like a kiss, and although her heart was aching she did not know that want of Toulouse seemed to be the cause....
...though she was willing to find out. She nodded her head softly inside Toulouse's hand, the tears that had been threatening her face for so long no longer visible. Instead there was merely the blush of pink from her lips, the slightly rosy hue of her blackened cheeks.
"Please....kiss me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:01 pm
A slow smile spread across Toulouse’s face as he brushed his thumb lightly across Pasayo’s cheek bone. He waited a moment longer in case she should change her mind, then leaned in ever so tentatively and kissed Pasayo’s mouth as if it were the more delicate of flowers. By all means the kiss was chaste, just as the first. Toulouse didn’t want to overstep by urging for more. Pasayo was a lady after all.
The kiss was just as wonderful as Toulouse had imagined it would be. He had ached to kiss Pasayo again ever since that first time. The girls taste was addicting and Toulouse’s just couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He slowly brought his other arm up to rest lightly on Pasayo’s upper arm.
However, despite his good intentions of not pushing the kiss further, Toulouse ran the wetness of his tongue over Pasayo’s full lower, teasingly, before pulling back. He smiled sheepishly at her, ducking his head with a charming blush. Not knowing what to say.
“That was nice.” Toulouse finally murmured quietly.
It seemed that Toulouse was oblivious to the fact that he was being spied on during his tender moment with Pasayo. Dorian was surreptitiously peeking through a hole in the wall at the intertwined couples. The drinks had been finished long ago, yet had not be brought out, due to Dorian’s nosy state of being.
“You shouldn’t spy on them.” Garett whispered warningly. “That’s rude.”
“You would spy on them too Garett if you weren't blind.”
“I would not.” Garett replied coolly, ignoring the jib. He said no more and let Dorian continue with his spying. At least one of them saw things clearly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 8:43 pm
This....this is....
The touch of Toulouse's lips to her own was an invigorating feeling, one that shot up and down her spine like a small flicker of lightening. It was not a painful jolt as one would expect, one more of a strange yearning that cause her temperature to slowly rise, and as they finally parted and Toulouse licked over the bottom of her lips she felt her own body tremble slightly.
So...this is what it is like to kiss...?
Pasayo could only stare back at Toulouse with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, her jaw hanging slightly open from the shock that did not allow her brain the grace to pull her mouth closed. It was taking her more than a moment for everything to catch up, her mind still being that of a child despite the body of a woman, and slowly she closed her mouth and blinked up at the man before her.
"I...it was indeed."
Her voice was soft and she turned her eyes down towards her feet, the pink spreading across her body and to her shoulders, which were now bare as the jacket she had been wearing had somehow slid off and took part of her nightshirt with it.
"It felt...very nostalgic."
Was that the right word...?
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:20 pm
Nostalgic? Toulouse made a little face. He had kissed many people before and this was the first time his kisses had been called nostalgic. Was that a good thing…or a bad thing?
“Nostalgic?” The blond queried out loud. “Why do you say that?” Toulouse was confused to say the least. He never remembered really kissing Pasayo until right then and he wondered why it was nostalgic for Pasayo. Perhaps she was remembering another lover? Toulouse bristled at the thought and quickly wiped the jealous feelings away.
Seeing that Pasayo’s nightdress had slipped increasingly lower over her generous chest, Toulouse daringly reached up and replaced the erring strap gently back on the girl’s shoulder. He made sure to keep his eyes on Pasayo’s face and not on her chest…which was where they tended to travel. Toulouse blushed a wonderful shade of red.
“Um…Pasayo? Would you maybe like to change your clothing before you go back home? I don’t think just the coat will cover you completely.” It was then Toulouse shot a glare at the back wall where he had a feelings that Dorian had been looking on. He continued. “I’m sure Dorian has some spare clothes that he could loan you. You really should be getting back you know. I‘m sure everyone is worried about you.”
Toulouse left off that he really wanted Pasayo to stay so that he could be with her longer, but he knew Piero was probably throwing a fit with Pasayo gone. The teen sighed and wondered what kind of repercussions his kisses were going to have.
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