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 Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 2:54 pm
He still had not gone to see her.
Wren, that was. If anything, Sparrow was afraid to see his own ghoulfriend.
He did not want her to see him like this. And by "this," he meant jittery, nervous, anxious - all of the above. He still had not managed to settle himself after the incident; and he felt as though he were drowning in his own feelings, his own emotions.
Which made him feel ridiculously and utterly pathetic.
What was wrong with him, anyway? Why couldn't he just go, tell Wren what was the matter, let her know how he felt?
Except he couldn't - he couldn't, as much as he wanted to see her face, feel her fingers entwined with his. Especially right now, when he was curled up on his bed beneath the covers. Sparrow had actually gotten into his pajamas this time, instead of sleeping (or rather, attempting to sleep) in his clothes: a pair of loose pants and one of his old dress shirts that was a bit too large for him. Copernicus was curled on the dresser beside the bed, sound asleep, the only noises soft ones of sleeping animals.
Sparrow was not asleep, of course - and it was nearing midnight and he had still not called Wren over. Half of him hoped she would find her way to his room (she had a habit of curling up in deer form at the foot of the bed when she was nervous sleeping alone), but the other half of him wished she wouldn't.
He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly.
Maybe I'll be able to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:34 pm
The boil must have hoped hard enough, because if he listened... he might have heard the gentle rasp of hooves on the ground outside. Ok ok, he ears were probably not that sensitive... plus she was practically sneaking her way over there. Wren had learned once that her hooves, something she couldn't help, were loud and kept people awake if she paced enough. Someone had even joked about tap dancing once, not that she knew exactly what this was.
All she knew was, she wanted to see HER Sparrow. He had not invited her over this night... and she had not seen him for what felt like a while. She would not deny feeling lonely, and it was just not these nights where she missed sleeping in a herd. Even she had caught on to the fact that she might be being avoided. Had she...done something wrong?
Wren was here to find out... so as usual, she rasped lightly on the door. "Sparrow?" She whispered at the door, feeling foolish standing there in her night gear. Which was currently a pale red tank top and white bottoms.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:44 pm
Sparrow, in fact, could not hear the quiet approach of the peryton outside of his door, mostly because he was not listening for them. Perhaps if he had been, he would have noticed the gentle tapping of hooves on the floor outside of his door, but right now all he was trying to do was sleep.
Which wasn't really working all that well. Especially since not even five minutes into this attempt there was a hesitant knock at the door, followed by an all-too-familiar voice.
"Sparrow?"
His eyes flew open, barely stifling back a gasp of surprise. Fingers gripping the pillow tightly, Sparrow lifted his head, wondering if he'd just imagined it, but he knew he hadn't.
Wren was outside of his door - apparently his half hoping had worked.
He debated going up and answering, but then she would see the dark circles beneath his eyes, the way his fingers trembled slightly, the way he couldn't seem to calm himself down.
Sparrow tugged the blanket tighter around himself. Maybe if he pretended he didn't hear her, she would leave.
Then he hated himself for that thought; not opening the door to his ghoulfriend.
Fortunately - or maybe unfortunately - for Sparrow, Copernicus had already silently leapt down from his perch, unbekownst to his owner, and had padded across the floor, carefully flitting upwards and opening the door to the ghoul, twining around her bare ankles.
Lost in his thoughts, Sparrow did not notice this.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:08 pm
No reply. Not even a answer. Clearly she had dont something wrong... if it had been earlier in the day, Wren would have assumed her boilfriend was not here. Probably off training or something. She had managed to glance at a clock on her way here though, and this was usually the time for sleeping. She knew sparrow, and had a hunch he was inside.
Maybe he is just asleep?
Maybe she was jsut over reading in to things... Making a resolve that he was, indeed, asleep, the ghoul turned around to walk back to her own room. Her tail drooping a bit she would have continued on, if not for suddenly hearing a door open. With a squeak, she looked down to see a flash of blue and wings. Reaching down, she scooped up the little pet that she had seen with Sparrow a few times. Grinning, she stroked the little creature making her own little deer-like noises back at it. It was clearly a sign of affection for the little thing. "Has Sparrow sent you out here, or was this a chance meeting?" The deerling all but purred at it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:18 pm
Copernicus made a soft chirruping noise, rubbing his nose against Wren's leg affectionately. After a moment, his little wings flapped, and he motioned for the ghoul to follow him into the room.
For some reason, Sparrow could hear Wren's voice a bit more clearer than he had before. That was strange, since he'd thought she'd have left by now.
Then another familiar noise - and he realized what had happened.
Copernicus.
Sparrow shot up in bed, the covers twisted around his midsection. His hair was mussed from lying on it, free and slightly fuzzy, and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, but Sparrow was not paying any attention to those details, instead staring at the ghoul across the room from him.
"...W-Wren," he said weakly, fingers clenching on the covers.
There was an awkward silence.
"...hey," said Sparrow, very softly, and feeling miserable.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:46 pm
Following after the critter, she took this as a invitation. Slipping through the door, she closed it as silently as possible with a bump of her hip. If he was asleep he wouldn't mind waking up to a deer in his room, would he? Chewing her lip she looked around the room trying to pick where would be best to sleep... the bed was out, it would have woken him.
It was only a moment after decided, and a moment before shifting, that her eyes fell across the now very much awake form of Sparrow.
And she paused.
And..stared.
" i wake you? I'msorry." Bad english as always, but shes been slowly getting better with her sentence structures... It took her a moment to realize something, Sparrow... HER sparrow, whom looked as if he was indeed sleeping, something was wrong with his tone. Approaching a step, the doe tilter her head to one side, a gesture more animal than not. "What wrong?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:54 pm
"No," said Sparrow quickly, feeling awful. Wren was looking very much like a deer in the spotlight, her pale face half half shadowed in darkness from the yellowish moonlight streaming through the partially covered window. "No, you didn't wake me. I...I couldn't sleep."
Looking at her there, at her innocent, beautiful face and her worried expression, Sparrow felt his heart melting. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way he wanted to just curl up and be miserable - that was not productive in the slightest, after all, and just made him more pathetic.
This is Wren. My ghoulfriend. The ghoul I choose to spend my time with because she's important to me.
He could not shut her out.
Sparrow's body seemed to deflate a little, his shoulders falling. His fingers, still clenched on the covers of the bed loosening somewhat.
He reached out a hand.
"Come here," he said softly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:10 pm
Wrens own shoulders released tension as Sparrow also visually relaxed. A hesitant but knowing smile graced her lips, parting slowly as if to say something and then deciding best to not.
Moving slowly through the dark room, her own pale features making her appear more ghost than not, she grasped at the hand that was offered to her. Her palm was warm, both with anxiety and worry... it was one way to tell she was not ghost. Her body gave off heat.
Now looking down at the boil, she sat down on the edge of the bed in the same motion. Momentarily lost in thought, she could not help but think about how she liked his hair down...
Giving the hand a squeeze she was trying to gain his attention and to refocus her own. It took a little shake of her head to refocus herself.
"What's wrong?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:22 pm
Wren's hand was warm in his own, Sparrow's fingers curling around the ghoul's and tugging her closer to the bed. She sat down beside him, and he leaned forward, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest so that he could bury his face in her hair, inhale her familiar scent. Despite the fact that he had been studiously avoiding her, Sparrow had missed this - not just the physical touch of her hand, but watching the way she walked, hearing her voice, the way she tilted her head, the way her wings fluttered when she was excited. It had been nearly a week since he had even seen her - much too long, apparently.
"Nothing," he murmured, turning so that he was sitting behind her, leaning his head against her shoulder with his arm still loose around her waist. "Nothing, don't...worry about it."
That was a blatant lie, if any, and Sparrow let out a sigh. He leaned back and looked at Wren, lifting his hand to brush away some of the stray strands of dark hair that had fallen across her face before leaning forward to kiss her, very, very lightly - barely a brush of his lips.
Then he moved away, reclining back against the headboard, closing his eyes as he looked blankly at the wall. He was still holding Wren's hand, though much looser, his fingers limp around hers.
"Wren," he said quietly. "Did you...hear...about the last...incident? A few days ago? Where the school was invaded by hunters?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 5:39 pm
Wren could not refrain from the mild purr that was creeping its way up her throat. This was something she missed, something she craved. The ghoul was a shy one even at the best of times, but she craved touch. She was a herd beast, a creature of family and familiarity. THIS was familiar to her. He was someone whom had gotten past her shy barriers, and she welcomed him in.
While he spoke and clung to her, she stayed silent. Both to listen, and because she feared if she opened her mouth he might pull back away from her. Wren was still wondering why he had been avoiding her, so she chose to savior this and listen until addressed.
"....Hunters? Invaded?" It was answer enough, and sure was that not 'nothing'! She knew who the hunters were, who didn't? They were out to kill them all so it was common enough knowledge, Though how she was unaware of such a attack on the school, left her baffled. Immediately she reached out to touch Sparrow, poking a little bit at his side and glancing over what skin he had showing. "Did they hurt you?" Tenderness was what she felt... but also building within was a strong protective feeling. Over protective even. She felt her eyes narrow, and her pulse quicken. He was hers, and damn if some human would harm him!
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:21 pm
Sometimes Sparrow wondered if it were possible to just sit in silence with Wren in his arms forever. He hadn't expected to fall for someone so quickly at school; in fact, he hadn't expected to fall for anyone, all things considered.
And then Wren had come waltzing - or maybe timidly walking - into his life, and suddenly Sparrow had completely lost every resolve he'd had.
It wasn't a bad thing - not by any stretch of means - in fact, Sparrow had never been happier in his entire life, which both thrilled and terrified him, but it also meant that he no longer was concerned with just his own well-being. Not that he had ever been particularly selfish in that regard, but now he couldn't think of anything without making sure that Wren was safe first.
It was certainly a strange thought.
Quietly, Sparrow told Wren of what had been going on lately. He left out a great deal - like the fact that he'd been burned alive - but he did mention - vaguely - that he had not been very successful in surviving.
Her question made him flinch, Sparrow pressing a kiss to Wren's forehead and closing his eyes.
"...yes," he admitted softly. "But - I mean..."
He trailed off, feeling awkward as he tried to figure out how to explain his feelings. Finally his head dropped to Wren's shoulder, Sparrow averting his eyes.
"I didn't want you to see me like that."
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