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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:34 pm
Tyven was happy to see her eating like a regular person. The little thing was way too skinny. Nodding slowly, she tried for a smile. It was small, but real, and those were pretty, rather than scary. "I would like to do that. Just give me a copy of your ballet schedule, so we can work around it."
Yep, Tyv knew about her dancing classes. Waiting for the other girl to finish eating, the purple-haired girl was relaxed. Still, after a moment or two of inactivity, she stood to carry her plate, glass, and utensils to the sink, turning on the water to begin to wash them. Emi was almost done eating, anyway.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:38 pm
By the time Tyven was finished putting her dishes into the sink, Emi was finished with the plate (her stomach hurt) and headed towards the kitchen to copy the movement. She hesitated and put the dishes down near the sink.
"I can do the dishes. You cooked." The swan murmured, fidgeting just slightly. "But. Uhm. Monday to Thursday, I dance from three until five thirty in the afternoon. Saturday is from ten am until noon. That's all. It's not a lot."
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:45 pm
"Well, you deserve a day off, so I won't plan for Friday." Tyven swapped spots with the girl, taking her plate [and the food that remained on it] to the compost area for her and handling that while Emi started the dishes. "I generally start at the gym at six in the morning, seven days a week, work out for two hours, then go back around seven in the evening to practice sparring and training. If I give you the address, you can meet me there, anytime."
Moving back, Tyven stopped slightly behind the shorter girl, reaching around her to set the plate gently in the sink. It was almost like a hug and at the physical contact, the snake paused, a weird sort of warmth starting in her. It almost made her think of Cleo. Was it something about birds that did that to her?
"... Emi."
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:53 pm
Emi jumped just a little when Tyven came... up behind her? She twisted around and leaned against the counter, twitching her wings to get them.. comfortable. Tyven was taller then her and Emi had to tilt her head back to peer up at her.
"....Tyven?" She ventured back, fingers falling to twist against her soft cream skirt. She was close. Very close.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 4:00 pm
If this was to be avoided, that was probably the LAST thing poor Emi should've done. Maybe a firm 'what the hell do you want?' or something like that, but... But turning around like that? So vulnerable, and gentle, and small? Alora was like this, Cleo.... Cleo.
Tyven closed the small gap between them, pressing her indigo lips against the swan's in a surprisingly gentle manner. The snake could be gentle, easy, sweet, but it came like this. <******** birds.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 4:05 pm
Emi froze when Tyven leaned closer. No matter how nice Tyven was, she was a predator - she was strong and smart and could break Emi apart if she wanted. Her shoulders hunched just a little and lips parted right before Tyven pressed closer to kiss her.
The only thought in her mind was that Tyven BETTER not run off, all freaked out, like Keivlos had. But still, she didn't kiss back. She merely stood, shocked to the core, almost gaping.
She remained like that until a puzzled trill ran through the silence of the air. The noise of a confused dragon - a gold one at that. A gold dragon meant only one thing in this household.
Cleo was standing in the main hallway, the one that looked directly into the kitchen. The goldcrest was standing there, as frozen as Emi, her expression flat. She was lovely, all curls and flushed, flouncy yellow outfit - and it was ruined by the cold eyes and flat face. She was staring at them.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 4:16 pm
Of course, Tyven had no idea that Cleo would even care. It had seemed the past few weeks as if the older girl had simply turned that part of her emotions off, and there was nothing the snake could do about it. Still, at the sound of Shilling, her shoulders tensed and she pulled back slightly, hesitated, her lavender eyes searching Emi's, confusion and almost fear lurking in their depths, and then straightened.
This had been something private, a slip up, really, weakness. Curiosity on Tyven's part. She had never kissed someone and... it had seemed like the right thing to do, with those feelings. She'd avoided doing it to Cleo. Still leaning, arms on either side of Emi, palms planted against the sink, Tyven turned her head, the purple strands shifting into her face as she caught sight of Cleo.
She looked beautiful, except... That face. It was just as bad as the fake smiles she'd been given Tyven. What had she done wrong, this time? The snake didn't say anything, just like Cleo hadn't.
What was there to do? She couldn't abandon Emi, and Cleo didn't want her, anyway. After another few seconds, her low voice thrummed through the air, polished, smooth.
"Jem and Rapier won't be home until late, so I save you some food. It's in the fridge." Polite.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 4:24 pm
Cleo crumbled. Her face dropped for the briefest flutter of an instant and she took a step back. Arms crossed over her chest and fingers rubbed almost violently at her upper arms. The goldcrests chin rose up a notch as she worked her face back into something... something normal. Still, she didn't smile.
"Don't talk to me." She said, and only that, before Cleo spun around on her little furry Ugg boots and stormed from the house. Shilling ran outside first and the door slammed behind her. Despite her size and physical usual weakness, the front of the home actually.. trembled.
Emi was shivering as well but more out of the force of Cleos violent anger then anything. The swan leaned into the reptile, just a little, her eyes wide.
"I-I... what.. what was that about?"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 4:40 pm
Tyven frowned, having caught the change of expression and demeanor playing about Cleo's face. Unconsciously touching Emi's lower back in a comforting manner, she shook her head. "I honestly do not know." A long pause and she slowly shifted away from Emi. "... I'm going to go for a run. Are you okay here by yourself? I'll be back in about an hour..."
By the time Tyven got back, Rapier and Jem were likely to be home again. That, or Dagger would come to get Cleo.
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