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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 7:13 pm
He liked the place, really. It was bigger than where they'd lived before. He had a room of his own, and a window from which he could admire the street far below. Sure, it was stark, no pictures on the walls, no colour. But Lithle was stark, and in time, he'd decorate it himself.
His room was somewhat better. He'd gotten his 'Mom' to buy him a pirate flag to hang on the wall. The canopy bed that dominated the center was dark blue, and he liked the cavelike feeling he felt curled inside it.
Best of all, she'd stopped locking him in. Now that he had Fen at his side, she seemed to think he was safe. He would have been fine without, of course, but she could be like that. And he liked Fen, the hulking, ugly beast that he was, part wolf, part boxer. He had threat and violence about him, but it was so controlled, so perfect. Fire. Like Lithle. But not so flickering.
Today would be a good day, hopefully. Iamel was supposed to come up and visit. Lithle was cool, in her way, and Jer'ain had her moments. But Savius wanted someone like himself around for a change.
Someone who'd flown once.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 7:26 pm
Iamel was still adjusting to his own new house, despite them moving almost a month ago. His room was entirely unpacked and piled high with video games, DDR games, coloring books, shiny things and glow sticks. And it was all. His. Hot damn~
The little message via winged friend came to a surprised Patrick - the dark man had screamed like a little girl, like he had when he first found/discovered Iamel sitting behind his chair. It amused his little ward to see his shiniee in such a state but - look! An INVITE from the PIRATE!
RAAAAAAR!
He came, of course. Dressed in his normal patch-work, cut-off-at-the-knee jeans and a loose, threadbare shirt with a large dragon sewn onto the front. His hair was up in two seperate pigtails, sparkly stars stickered to his temples and his cheeks - he was a shiny little thing. Not to add the multiple bracelets, the cheerful grin, and that obnoxious little fist rapping out 'jingle Bells' on their door.
He was nice that way. "HELLLLLLO~?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 7:48 pm
And what the HELL was that sound? Just when Lithle was starting to relax, too. At the door, Fen stood, tense and attentive. He barked once, sharply, and waited. Gods, had Savius been serious about having a friend over? How had he made a friend anyway? She'd kill him later.
And what was that rhythm anyway? Jingle Bells.
Throwing open the door, she glared down at the smiling, cheerful looking boy. ********. Did children really have to glow like that? Even Jer'ain did it some times, and Lithle actually thought she might like the shy little girl child.
"Friend, Fen." She said, before even bothering to great the child. But then, the child didn't want its throat ripped out, did it? "Fetch Savius." And Fen was gone, quick as that. Why didn't the kids obey that way?
"Iamel!" Striding out of his room, all confidence, Savius was ease and amusement next to Lithle's tense disapproval. He wore a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a snake curled in the center. His jeans were torn up, with his wooden swords hanging off his belt. "Ok, you can stop growling, Daddy."
"Savius. Shut up." Lithle snarled in return, backing away anyway, because frankly, she had reading to get back to. "And don't kill anyone."
"Whatever." He backed away from the door, giving Iamel room to enter, "Cool, you came."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 8:04 pm
When lithle failed to smile back, his face quickly fell, giving her a glare as powerful and as firey as he could muster. He was, by nature, not a very friendly child. He'd been known to throw a hell of a tantrum when someone looked at him the wrong way or his shiniee took in another damned 'child'.
Like that meerkat. GOD, he hated that meerkat. It chittered and tried to chew on his glo-sticks - HIS, DAMNIT.
Thus, the woman got a stony grumble in return for her trouble, huffing at the lack of smile in return. His expression was only salvaged when Savius meandered in, lips breaking once more into a grin - another smile of happiness, but less psycho then before.
"I was invited," He agreed, grinning and sliding in past him, hands pressing into his pockets. "Who turns down a pirate~? You might make me walk he plank or something." The woodpecker snickered, nodding his colorful head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 8:28 pm
"Lithle won't let me build one." Savius complained, looking rather mornfully at the balcony. It wasn't like it was a big request. Just one little plank of wood. He'd promised not to push Jer'ain off it. But no-.
He walked toward the kitchen, confident that Iamel would follow him. One hand rested lightly on Fen's back, as the dog came to match his pace. Fen was his first mate, and he was quite proud of his companion. He'd tried putting an eye patch on him, but Fen hadn't liked it much.
"You want a soda?" He asked, throwing open the fridge and digging through it. Mostly empty, yes. Mom wasn't exactly the sort to cook. But there were plenty of microwavable dinners in the freezers. She'd promised he could start shopping though. It wasn't hunting, but all the same, Savius liked to get his own prey. "Or food, or anything?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 8:47 pm
"No plank? That should be a...a crime or something." He nodded self importantly, nose wrinkling as he moved after the taller boy. Of course the woodpecker followed - he always followed.
Didn't mean he had to be nice about it but...he always, always followed. Hopping after him cheerfully, making his hair bounce, grinning a little when he saw the other not-really-petting the doggie.
"Soda~? What's soda? Do you have crickets?" His voice was a chirrup, head tilting curiously to the side with a grin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 9:26 pm
Savius turned, staring over the edge of his wings at his friend. What's soda? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Maybe he meant what kind of soda. In which case, well, there wasn't much of a choice, to be honest.
"We've got Coke. Or Coke." Standing again, a can in each hand, he held one out to Iamel. "No crickets though. Or mice. ******** apartment doesn't have any mice." The words were bitter, but the swearing seemed casual. He spoke like Lithle, it was the only way he knew.
It was so frusterating, sometimes, to move his wings and not find the winds. But his fingers made up for it. Fingers and toes, and the ability to talk back. The distant rush of power that reminded him of who he was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 9:38 pm
"...I... what's coke?" Poor Iamel actually looked lost at that, small wings drooping slightly. "I've never heard of Coke before..." He pouted a little bit, small, colorful arms folding across teh chest.
"How can you not have any mice?" His voice was curious, taking the cold hand with a little squeak, eyes widening. "What... What's this?"
The woodpecker was pouting slightly - Patrick didn't teach him stuff like this! PAtrick taught him books and shiny things, how to win at DDR and how to kill that bad guy at 007.
Nothing about COKE. Or '********'. Or..
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 9:47 pm
So it really had been the question he'd thought he'd heard. Well, easy enough question to answer, so that was good. Glancing toward the couch, he noted that Lithle was still reading, and quickly grabbed a third can, beer this time, from the fridge.
"It's coke. You drink it." Reaching over, he pulled the tab to open the can for the other bird.
"Hold on a sec." Walking over to the couch, he kissed Lithle lightly on the forehead, interrupting her book and earning himself a glare. "I brought you a drink, dearest Mother." He all but purred the words, pressing the offering against her hand.
"Yeah, kid. Great." And there was something-- not quite a smirk, but almost one, at the corner of her lips.
He was winning her. And he wanted to. That fire, it could burn for people as well as against them. He knew it. It was just a matter of patience.
"C'mon, Iamel." Again, he walked without looking back, simply assuming the woodpecker would come with him. His room was the last one in the hallway, the door closed. "I can't believe you've never had a coke."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:03 pm
Wide eyes watched as the taller boy pressed and pulled at the tab, causing a oud pop! and a fizzing sound to move through the air. He wrapped his fingers fully around the can, leaning down to sniff at the coke.
Oh, by the love of Shanuh.
Sparkly liquid things jumped out of the can and right up into his nose! The woodpecker squeaked, eyes snapping open and his head jerking back, eyes watering from a stray fizzing liquid thing.
Owowowowowowow! It was in his BRAIN! But..Savius had said you drink it, right? Maybe it made you all powerful or...or something. That thought in mind, Iamel scowled at the angry liquid before tipping his head back and chugging half of the soda.
Here was a aflaw. Iamel had never ingested sugar of any kind. This soda was...oh, boy. It was going to be bad.
"Hm?" He glanced up, scurrying after the other at his order, a bounce still to his step. "I've only drank water before~ Shiniee has some stuff in this silver small thing that he doesn't let us drink, but otherwise it's all water or milk. Do you drink this a lot?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:15 pm
Savius pushed open the door to his room, revealing the somewhat barren dwelling within. No TV, no video games. There was, however, a stack of toys piled in the corner: legos, books, transformers. Not much, but he was still somewhat new to the world. And Lithle wasn't a mother.
His bed dominated the room. Why a child needed a queensize bed complete with canopy was anyone's guess, but he had one. It had been the end of their day shopping, and Lithle had been tired of arguing.
The window was open, letting a chilly breeze in from outside, and blowing the curtains of the bed about. In the corner, a huge pillow allowed Fen a place to sleep. Not that the dog used it. He liked the bed itself as well.
And the walls. Well, he may not be allowed guns yet, but there was one on the wall, a silver revolver. Unloaded, yes, but otherwise fully functional. The pirate flag was on the opposite wall, proclaiming Savius's intentions to pillage and destroy.
"You like it?" He asked Iamel, more amused than anything by the boy's ignorance to all things sugary. Wait until he decided to share his candy stash. "Yeah. I mean, I drink water too, but mostly soda. Lithle says beer and coffee will stunt my growth."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:25 pm
"What's beer and coffee?" He was ignorant about that as well. patrick was good at teaching him cool things like video games and how to speak different languages, but the boys like Savius and Diacyn knew so much different, cooler stuff!
Diacyn knew how to fight with his hands and feet and he had frozen MICE and flashing lights. Savius had this happy happy sugary funtime drink and wooden swords and aparently a mother as bitchy as Iamel himself... AND he had a pirate ..stuff!
So much coolness. Of course, his DDR mat ruled all, being the dorky gamer brat he was at heart but...
"Is that a gun?"
He knew what a gun was at least. His eyes widened a bit, small frame wandering over to it curiously, black and white wings fluttering curiously. "My Shiniee has one and says I'm not allowed to touch it. Your Redness lets you?"
Lithle was now Redness. Iamel didn't know what it was but when he saw her? He thought of blood.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:32 pm
"Beer and coffee are what Lithle drinks." For the most part, the 'mom' and 'dad'ing were saved for the woman's actual presence. When she wasn't listening, there wasn't as much of a point. "And other stuff when she--" And he found himself trailing off. His companion's brokenness was a private thing. Even now, he understood that. So it wouldn't be said.
Better subject then, though he looked somewhere between confused and amused at 'Redness'. Well, Iamel obviously liked nicknames, and whatever worked. Following the other Guardian's gaze to the wall, he nodded. His expression was proud, it'd been a big fight to even get Lithle to hang the gun there.
"Yep. But it's not loaded, so it's just for being cool." Savius shrugged, again showing a touch of disappointment. "She promises I'll get to learn though. But said Michael might have to teach me. And he's always busy."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:43 pm
"Shiniee drinks with someone Cap'in Morgan when we stress him out." Iamel murmured, only half-aware what he was saying at the time. The gun had him fascinated - it was shiny and smooth and silvery.
"You get to learn how?" That caught the little brats attention, peeking up at Savius while taking a sip of his coke. The red can was the same color as his eyes, bright red with little specks of silver and golds in there, slurping happily. "To kill people with? Or just to shoot?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:55 pm
"To fight." Savius replied at last, picking an answer somewhere between the two. He didn't think that Lithle wanted him not to kill, but that really wasn't what she was going to teach him. "She says she wants me to know how to defend myself. She says she won't raise a victim."
And that, apparently was enough of that subject. Taking a long drink of his soda, Savius tilted his head slightly to the side.
"What were those glowing things you had?" It was, indeed, a random question. One that went all the way back to the new years party, when he'd still had wings. But it's been bothering him ever since.
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