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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 10:13 pm
There were days that saw many people coming to Mont Blonc as though in great exodus, and the page found himself busy for what felt like days at a time (not there there was any way to keep track of the time bar the lumbering clocks that ticked away here and there within the mountain's many halls), the circles beneath his eyes darkening and his legs growing weak beneath him.
Then there were days when it was a slow trickle, at most, a few people spread over hours.
And then other days, where some may never come at all.
These were days that Mont Blonc secretly cherished, because they were days he might not be needed at all; and on those days, he could just be Alphonse. He could adorn simpler, lighter clothing and retreat further into the halls, into one of the few rooms in this place he had claimed for himself, for his work.
There he sat for hours at a time, surrounded by canvas and paint, and as though he were a canvas himself, his pale skin would eventually become speckled and dotted with all manner of colors - all dark, mostly blacks and grays, cool, dull colors instead of warm, vibrant ones. It was mostly what he had to work with. Paintings of people that passed through, of landscapes, of buildings, bone, the mountain itself.
To be truthful, he didn't consider himself all that talented; he had no penchant for catching the true depths of these people and their emotions in his canvas like his father had. But he enjoyed the act, and although his art was dark, it was a reprieve from the death and a step closer to Alphonse himself, once removed from Mont Blonc the page.
So when a soft knock interrupted him, annoyance blossomed visibly across his face as he turned to the doorway. "Yes?"
"Someone is here to see Mont Blonc, sir."
Of course they were. He stood and cracked his back, trying not to seem frustrated by his duty; he was proud of what he did. He just - "How long does this one have?"
"Oh, no, sir, " and Alphone tilted his head to a side, eyes narrowing in mild confusion. "She's not one of those guests, sir, it's... "
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 10:55 pm
Methone had been really bored. The politics of the saturn castle seemed to turn for long discussions and she had no interest in what they said. As long as the truce between the moons and Saturn remained, Methone's planet would forever be in the protection of the princess.
In return, they would remain the ferrymen of the ones ready for passing. That was the gist of their relationship. It was why, when the meeting had called for those to be excused, she had taken off with a dart and was out of the castle in minutes flat.
She would not yet be allowed to leave, as there was more things to be discussed so she took of to use the free time for exploration. Since she was on saturn, she felt her attentions darting to the handsome page and a promise she intended to keep for him.
Courting was after all, a sort of promise.
Her sparkly outfit and bright smile didn't seem to fit well with Saturn's darker themes and as she followed behind the stuff assistant to Mont Blanc, she couldn't help but push him away.
"Excuse me hi! We're friends! Thanks for showing me the way okay?" She pushed the person out and then smiled at Alphonse. "Hello! I came to see you!" She bounced at him, smile beaming.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:09 pm
Alphonse's eyes widened enough to see the white around the dark pupils - and here on Saturn, his eyes seemed much darker than they had on Methone. Still, he rose so quickly from his stool and he nearly knocked it over, and shocked as he was, he gave a kind of baffled smile, which was no less bright.
She was completely out of place here. Her colors did not suit the drabness of his mountain at all, making her seem all the more radiant, like a beacon of light among all the gray. Her smile made his heart pound, his chest tighten, and god she was really here.
... and he was absolutely covered in paint. Glorious.
He tried to suppress a laugh when she pushed his assistant away, but it still escaped between his fingers as a snicker. "Methone; it's so good to see you." There was a little too much emphasis on 'good', he realized too late. His pen was summoned to into hand, ready to shift seamlessly into Mont Blonc and play proper host. "Forgive me, please. If I'd known you were coming, I would have..."
Gotten food. Cleaned. Not been doused in paints.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:43 pm
Methone grinned as she saw his smile and then down to his splattered clothing of paints. This was new! She reached over and placed her hand over the one that held his pen, shaking her head.
"No need to be Mont Blanc! What's your name handsome?" She made a face, "You're real name, not the title of the land you take care of?" She could smell the paints now, peeking her head around for his workspace, or if the assistant had on led her to a area near it.
"You didn't know, so that's okay! I had some diplomatic blah blah blah-" She waved her hand, "Do you have anything to snack on, I'm starving, They didn't feed us ANYTHINGGGGGG in the meetings." She started to shuffle around the area, looking for things to find.
"What were you doing? Were you painting? Can I see?" The little fairy bounced practically everywhere. It was surprising that sparkles didn't seem to fall off her outfit onto his floor.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 11:26 pm
He glanced at her in muted surprise, a hint - which was, in this place, basically a burst - of color flashing across his cheeks at the unexpected contact of her hand on his. Looking a bit uncertain (few people paid any mind to the boy over the page, after all), he willed the pen away again and made a vague attempt at straightening his far too casual shirt, flecked with paints. "Alphonse, " he offered simply with a slight tilt of his head.
It was, in fact, his work space. And it was a bit of a mess, honestly. There were canvases all over the place in so real particular order, paints and charcoals and pencils strewn around seemingly at random. Paints were his favorite to work with, and it showed (all over, literally), but charcoals were a close second. He'd been chastised more than once because by far it was the messiest room on Mont Blonc, a tiny swirl of chaos among the somber libraries and subtly beautiful lodgings, but Alphonse liked it that way. He liked having a place that was so very much his, not his wonder's.
Snacks. "Oh, yes, food, I can certainly - if you'd like to come, I could show you where - " But she was already bounding off, flying among his supplies and works as though her heels were fitted with wings. "Ah, careful, it's - watch for the paints, they're - !"
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 11:44 pm
"Alphonse is a great name! Really fitting too! You have that serious feeling around you, you know? Can I call you Al? Sorry I like to shorten names too, makes it all personal. You can call me...like Meth or something." Since earth drugs didn't exist in this world, it was a totally applicable nickname.
"Oh this is really good!" She peeked her head at the canvas, not really caring about personal boundaries and stuff. Her plan, after all, was to make him hers in a way! This was just a step into it! "Can you draw me and stuff? Would you like too?" She didn't mind being like a model or something.
Oh but she was so hungry! Her attention had been on food and him and she found herself stepping on a particular wet spot of paint. The slip sent her forward, then back and finally, in a last attempt to regain balance she went flying forward towards him...
"Nooooo! Oh nooooooo......."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 12:08 am
"I do?" Alphonse questioned idly, as if he weren't aware of the seriousness he exuded - he really wasn't. He had a serious face, a serious demeanor by nature, but he was in his own way notoriously soft. His cheeks burned again at the nickname, more personal. "Al is fine - although if I were going to call you anything but Methone, it would be... " He mulled it over for a moment, dark eyes searching her. " -- Fae. Or Pixie. Something of that nature. - what is your given name, if I may ask?" Senshi, he knew, got more sensitive about that sort of thing.
Again, the burn. "It's not especially good - I'm still finding my own style, " he admitted; the painting itself was of a woman who'd passed through yesterday, old and hunched with impossibly sad eyes that still twinkled with mischief. The painting, in his opinion, simply wasn't enough to capture her accurately.
Although at the mention of painting Methone, the color in his cheeks darkened considerably; because he'd certainly thought about it. Quite often, actually, how much he'd love to capture her with swipes of his brush. (With other things, too.) "I'd... be honored to, " he said in his subdued way, although his eyes might have betrayed something more if she knew where to look. "If you'd like. I mean, be alright with it. I just wish I had the colors..." and then there was an undeniably rueful note to his voice. Blacks and grays would not be enough to capture her light.
Then, abruptly, she was slipping - and without thinking he moved, catching her around the back and tugging her so she fell against his chest rather than the floor.
She was so light. So petite. She smelled like Methone, not like death.
"Are you... are you alright?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 12:49 am
"Yeah yeah, It's not a bad thing! I think it's cute and stuff. All super serious and then you got this soft side sometimes." She pointed to the picture, "Was she one of the residents?" His nickname seemed to make her happy, and a slight pink spread over her own cheeks. "How about you call me Pix then! Shortened, still really cute...Not really methone but still a pixie!" She felt the smile widened on her cheeks.
"Ah I don't have one." The smile wavered for a second, "I've always been Methone. Kind of the digs with being the senshi and all. I don't really have a uh...normal kind of name." She shrugged, "It doesn't bother me though, you can call me whatever you want! Methone, Pix, Fae." Whatever made him the happiest.
As the fall happened though, she found herself with her back to his chest, looking down at the ground that was well, thankfully not the home to her now. But with his hold came the sweet scent of himself and paint mixed together. She took a deep breath, inhaling it and trying to make the sudden rush of heat to her cheeks disappear.
"Yeah! Thank goodness you caught me handsome!" She titled her head up and back to look at him, "Oh you got nice arms! You work out and stuff?" She wiggled and then settled her arms on top of his. "You are much bigger then me! I feel like I am in a safe embrace!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 7:56 am
To say that the torrent of unexpected praise was a little flattering was an understatement - he blushed again at the 'cute' comment and shifted with weight from one foot to the other, clearing his throat to try and clear his head as he nodded. "Yes, she was. She passed yesterday, " and it could have been passed through or passed on, and in this case, it happened to be both in one.
Amazing how talk of death could lay so seamlessly beside the much lighter talk of what to call the beautiful woman who'd been fit to come and visit him here. But then, it was Mont Blonc. Death was simply everywhere, it was only natural it should permeate everything. The same way her light did, and he couldn't help but feel pleased when he saw a splash of color grace her own cheeks. "Pix, then. I like Pix." A name for her no one else would have. The thought warmed him from the inside out.
Then, it happened, the near fall and the dramatic catch, and there was the splash of color to her cheeks again as she looked up at him, and even without the lights of Methone, her eyes were just as beautiful, just as warm and bright and inviting as her home.
Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her kiss her kiss her kiss her - what the hell are you doing Alphonse - KISS HER.
For once, he almost didn't hear what she said, half-lost in his overwhelming urge to press his lips to hers, to see if she tasted like the food and drink of Methone or perhaps something all together unique and new and beautiful like she was, like she -
"W-we train - we must train to - protect our wonders, " he breathed out, staring intently down at her, desperately wanting but -- "You are alright, Pix?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 7:27 pm
"It's always sad when they do, but she's in a better place now so.." She shifted in his arms, turning herself so that instead of looking at the ground, she could now look up at his face.
"I bet you do handsome." Her hands ran up his arms, and down to his chest, curling in the fabric.
"What kind of work outs? Wanna show me?" She smiled, "I've got a lot of time to fill, and I plan to spend most of it with you Alphonse." Teal eyes looked brightly up into his.
"I could be a lot better...." She was too short for her to just place her lips on his, so she settled for his chin.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:20 pm
Alphonse gave a faint, rather soft smile at that. "It sounds like you're trying to reassure me, " and there was a trace of humor in his voice, a hint of laughter in his eyes although no such sound escaped him. There was something funny about it though, wasn't there? Considering?
She was standing closer now, and he resisted the urge to shift forward and away at once, unsure still where the line between the two of them had been drawn. Time to fill - most of it with him - as what, though? As what?
Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her.
"There's not much to see here - but I'd be happy to show you anything you wished, Pix." He murmured that a little more quietly, as though such a thing were some great secret instead of the epitome of mundane banalities.
But it was enough. It was perhaps enough as she went on, tilting up onto the balls of her feet like the fairy she seemed to be, warm lips brushing against the too-paleness of his chin. He tilted his head down, eyes shut, and caught her, ghosting his lips over her own, light and tentative and questioning - but for as cool as he seemed in composure and pallor, his lips were not.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:38 am
"Is it working?" She smiled up at him. "I'm trying really hard you know." Gentle little pout from the pixie.
"I would like to see it all, if you are free." She cocked her head. "I have shown you my world, show me yours?" She gestured to paintings and the larger rooms. His words what were murmured, barely grazed her ears and she looked up at him.
When his mouth caught hers, she pretended not to be surprised. She pretended that she had done this a million times before. It was so warm, it was so soft. He was so gentle. Her hands came up to his cheeks, cupping hem gently. But it was just a tease of a kiss and she yearned for more.
"Can you do that again Alphonse?" she murmured, "I like it very much."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 2:09 am
Call him hopeless. Call him a sap. But he finally did laugh, a deep, resonating chuckle that rolled in his chest and poured from his lips. "Like a charm, " he rumbled warmly.
His world. His cheeks burned away. His world lacked the color and the warmth and the comfort of her world. There were no tiny birds here, no delicious drinks or warm soups. But, "If that's what you wish, then I will show you, " and he stood by his word. (Really, he'd have given her anything she wanted had she asked - although it was probably better she didn't know the impact she'd had on him.)
Her hands were so warm, so soft against his angular face - he regarded her with dark eyes that she would know weren't nearly as dark as they seemed, given some light.
"That ... "
He slid his hands to her waist, loosely encircling her, with no desire to trap her. Not yet. Pixies were not meant to be contained. His cheeks burned, as intensely as before, although there was nothing shy about his gaze.
"I would gladly do a thousand times more, my lady."
And he leaned down to press their lips together for a second time - only now, he lingered, and a hand slid from her waist to slip into her hair, the hint of a warm tongue at the seam of her lips.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:34 pm
"Then you could even call me charming! Pix, the charming dancer!" She laughed with him, smiling brightly up at the man. It was hard not to when he was easy to please! And for some reason, that pleased her as well!
"I gotta a lot of wishes Handsome, You can't make them all come true. This one is the easy one though." She winked, bouncing in her spot. But his hands came to rest on her waist, settling her down and her gaze returned to his face.
She didn't feel trapped, but entranced. She felt like she could leave, but she didn't want too. She felt a great deal of things and they faded away when his lips fell to hers again. In a joyous slide of soft skin, a hand in her hair. He could tug, bring her back in shock, demand.
He didn't.
It made him different those who would before him. Those she thought to allow close only to push them away. No, he gently held her, played with her. Teased her. So when his tongue slipped at hers, she opened herself, sliding her own in a teasing manner.
She closed her eyes and drank in his warmth. Bless Saturn, they had an amazing man in their ranks.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:15 am
Even he was surprised at how she tickled him so - but with all her vibrant colors, bright smiles, and natural warmth, it was only natural that he wavered before her. Pix, the charming dancer, indeed.
Many wishes. Even as she said it, you can't make them all come true, he longed to. He wanted to see her smile and shine as every last desire came to pass, and as he found more she might not even realize she wanted. It was an irrational, overpowering sensation, and he felt shaken by it - not in an entirely bad way, just - disarming.
The moment she opened up to him and returned his kiss in such a way, Mont Blonc knew that this was no mere passing thing, no simple thing he could just indulge in and not find himself wanting for more. He knew that, in a way, for a time now, for the ways his thoughts continued to linger on her even in the depths of his mountain. But that moment, that warmth, that heat, even -
"What's your next wish?" he murmured against her lips, her flavor fresh on his tongue and her sweet scent utterly intoxicating. "Perhaps I can help..."
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