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 Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:45 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
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Syrup, golden and sticky, topping melting butter and all slathered over two toasted waffles sat innocently in Aine’s lap, half devoured and currently on a course to be finished in the next few minutes. Raising her hand her tongue flicked over her thumb where a bit of syrup had languidly slid down her fork; she paused, a tiny smile turning up the corners of her lips. Today was Sunday, but not any Sunday. Today was the Sunday that she was fortunate enough to snag the last two Eggo waffles out of the freezer before a certain red Captain woke up from his weekly nap. The prepackaged treats happened to be just one of his religiously followed routines, and so, as the prisoner to his warden she’d taken it upon herself to disrupt that cycle in the most gratifying of ways; sitting at his desk, in the overly red themed office, with a glass of milk next to her hand and delicious waffles in her lap right before Fefnir got up.
Pondering a moment, she slipped the plate atop the desk, specifically over a bundle of important official documents and continued to lacerate the waffles and inhale them. Two drops of sugary liquid fell to smear across the top most pages, Aine just smiled and slowed her consumption. She really needed at least a sliver of waffle left to make sure the picture was complete, so she dropped her fork and took a swig of milk instead. Setting aside the cup, she sank back into the nicely padded chair, flicked a lock of hair away from her eye and settled the folds of her hakama just so. Just a few more minutes before the bear woke; she’d pass the time by imagining just how many ways he’d yell at her. She was making a list, so when she finally got fed up enough, she could drop her title as Royal Guard and dish it back tenfold.
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 9:12 am
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
...mmm...
Warm blankets, soft furs and synthetic styles both represented. Quilts of the highest quality, depicting in their panels historical victories and defeats. Microfiber pillowcases covering soft down pillows, two under the head and one between the legs. Leather couch, warm and red, with a covering of sheets with only the highest thread count. This... was naptime bliss. Maybe it looked silly to have so many different items piled upon one person, but there's no accounting for personal taste. The person whose taste it was, however, happened to be out like a light at the moment, engulfed by all the warmth he could muster.
The clinking of silverware on plates didn't rouse him, nor did the gently wafting aroma of perfectly toasted Eggos. Fefnir was too busy being out like a light to notice. At least, at first he was. The black, dreamless sleep that Fefnir inevitably fell into was terrifying; it reminded him too much of his days in the Rukongai and the beatings he'd gotten, so it was a relief that he never remembered much after waking. Sometimes, though, rather than simply floating for ten hours, immobile and unfazed, it became a lucid affair, a prison of the mind where even screaming is impossible and Fefnir was aware of every moment, filled by a terrible frustration and anger at his inability to act.
When the end of it came, the red man sat bolt upright, killing a cry in his throat, panting heavily, and found he was covered in a cold sweat. For a moment, the only thing he could do was bring his knees to his chest and sit there, oblivious to everything around, but he was quick to master himself, taking a few deep breaths and using his arms to swing his legs over the edge of the makeshift bed a moment after.
It was only then that he spied some ebony hair peeking over his desk, and a plate of something on a stack of papers. Since Fefnir set all his own due dates, it wouldn't matter terribly if some of those got something on them. He could just rewrite the info later. What did bother him was the smell of delicious food.
Having had Aine around for a while, he could only imagine that she'd done something to d**k him over, disguising it as food. Maybe it was his usual after nap food spiked with laxatives? Or perhaps she'd let them expire so he'd get food poisoning? Her pranks seemed endless both in creativity and annoyance. Still, some part was hoping she'd been nice for once and had actually cooked him up an Eggo waffle, despite having doubts about the feasibility of such things.
It was with high hopes and low expectations that Fefnir got himself into his wheelchair and wheeled his way over to his dest, where the defector was sitting smugly in his good office chair, and inspected the damage.
There were no Eggos on the plate, save for just enough of a sliver toshow it had been a waffle at on time, and there was syrup on literally the only documents that had an absolute time of when they needed to be completed, marked tomorrow's date. Okay, he thought, not too bad. I can just redo them after I make some Eggos for myself.
So he rolled his was about half way to the refrigerator, only to discover the box sitting, as if posed there, on the trash can, empty.
Empty.
Oh ho ho, there would be blood.
"Now look here!" Came the incensed voice of the red man, shaking with rage as he spun to look at Aine, "I work every day to make sure that the cycle of souls keeps running. I keep all the defense forces in training to protect this world, and the living world too. I keep everything from falling all to hell. And the only thing I ask for is a ******** Eggo waffle on Sunday! Is that too much to ******** ask for? I guess it is, since you ******** ate all of them!"
With speed that would have made Olympic sprinters jealous, Fefnir rolled over to the captive and grabbed her shoulder. "Get a ******** gigai. We're going grocery shopping."X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:05 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Aine had to admit, the show was definitely worth the wait time and set up.
Not only had Fefnir shot up like a scared child when he woke, he’d congenially preformed the way she’d expected, but with adamancy she was having a hard time holding in a sputtering laugh over. Slapping on a neutral expression, she only failed once at keeping in her laughter when he harped at her, a tiny ‘fft’ noise that would most likely have him smacking her at some point. Either way, when his hand clamped on her shoulder, Aine’s eyes lit up. “We get to go on a field trip!?” With the ecstatic glee of a small child, the defect tumbled out of her ‘borrowed’ chair and clasped her hands behind her back as she squirmed excitedly.
“But, I thought I wasn’t supposed to go to the Living World, and now you just hand over the option so long as you tag along? Perfect!” Giving the Captain her best overly cheery smile, her slim fingers curled about her neck and detached one of the black ribbons that she wore near religiously. The pain of the removal left the portions it had occupied on her neck an unhappy pink and Aine only shuddered slightly at the sensation of lifting the band from her skin. “But we don’t need some stupid dolls to run around in.” Detaching Fefnir’s kung-fu-action-death-grip on her shoulder, she slapped the band on his skin, encompassing his wrist until she could snap the ends in place. “That little thing there will hurt like hell for a bit, sort of like your skin’s trying to crawl off, but I’m sure it’ll be nothing for you!” Slapping the Captain’s shoulder, the only thought Aine was currently going over was how much she could rile him and how long it would take her to slip her ‘leash’ once in the Living World.
“Well, let’s no dawdle.” She admonished, skipping back around to grab her parole officer’s wheelchair, blithely gripped the handles at the back and began their little trek towards the nearest Dangai entrance. Letting out a shrill whistle, a few seconds pause and two Jigokuchou lazily drifted through the small crack she’d left in the door before the waffle based performance started. Without any further hold ups, Aine trotted forward, pushing Fefnir along to their destination as she hummed lightly and nearly danced out the doorway.
Today was going to be one heck of a rollercoaster ride.
[Lazy post is lazy.]
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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