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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:22 pm
Young and silly as she was, especially with the moon in its full orb, Phoebe giggled at the kiss. It was a gesture and somewhat part of the dance, but Juno had never kissed her hand. It was only something that Phoebe had seen in movies and read in books.
Trying hard not to bounce up and down, the moon child stood with her back straight; a poor attempt to match Orpheus' height. Phoebe took a step out before following Orpheus into a fast waltz and was she ever so happy. Waltz meant turning and this particular style was about turning fast until it was like spinning. There was a feeling of flying to dancing and it was also like walking on water, the slip and slide of one's feet gliding across the ground.
As graceful as the silver haired child was naturally, she still had to glance down at her feet every so often as Orpheus led her in turns. Just to make sure that he wouldn't step on her feet, of course. Phoebe tried to keep her peeks downward quick and short, not wanting the older boy to think that she was a horrible dancer. Not a horrible dancer, or at least she thought so. She was at least decently good, she hoped. She frowned slightly, wrinkling the space between her two-toned eyes, as she entertained the thought that she might be bad at dancing.
Earth and stars, Phoebe prayed that she wasn't. She loved dancing. She would dance all day and night if her physical body had the endurance. Doubting her own skills, the girl asked in a quiet voice, "Orphie? Am I a bad dancer?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 1:16 am
Certainly the teen was like something out of fairy tales, a twisted combination of monster and prince. Thanks too good training from Qadir to manage his vampirism, the only monster remaining was his arsenic tongue. Now, with that tongue, he was little more than an irritable gentleman, not fit for a prince, not quite the monster. Ah, the duality of life could really make one pause and think for a moment. But he didn't have time to think.
Though his dance steps came naturally to him, and he could have easily drifted mentally while dancing with her, he still wished to at least look the part of attentive. Orpheus noted every small glance to their feet, which never came more than a quick second too close before the teen corrected the mistakes (hers or his, it was probably better not to ask).
She was indeed good, and when she posed the question he gave a sort of curt nod, gazing up at the moon instead of look at her. "I've danced with worse," he said, as if in attempt of a compliment. Orpheus didn't really lean in the color spectrum world of compliments. His best approach was to simply not be insulting. Though the girl hardly knew him, he was hoping she'd take it as the praise it was meant to be.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 4:44 pm
Phoebe screwed her nose at the thought of someone being worst then herself. Poor Orphie! Well, more for his feet then him exactly, but still. It wasn't the world's most endearing compliment, but it brought the smile back to her small pale face. To think! Someone worst... The girl shuddered at the thought and straightened her back. The older boy most have more patience than he was leading on, but then again he was much nicer than he tried to be.
She wanted to spin and dance forever. The moon child felt as if she were flying with her arms resting on those of Orpheus. Her feet barely touched the floor as glided, well as she could on grass. Phoebe wanted to dance until the moon set and the sun rose, but her thoughts were interrupted as tried in vain to muffle a yawn. Peering into the night sky, she noted that the moon was already beginning to arc downwards.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 11:59 pm
Orpheus, being not much like his father-figure, was not one that could find himself forever dancing and swaying and was quickly growing tired and moving the girl in little circles and twirls. Not that he was growing bored with her, still overly enchanted by her presence and moon-ish wonders. But her yawn was seized upon and he stopped shuffling her about abruptly. "Time for young ones to be heading to bed. You shouldn't be out so late anyway."
Not that he had much room to talk, as anyone his own age should also be in bed asleep. But vampires don't find themselves so easily sleeping at dark and enjoying the sunlight like normal people tend to do. And she was clearly more normal than he, at the very least.
"Where do you live? I can walk you home."
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:24 pm
The witchling rubbed her eyes as she stared at him with a dazed look. Sleep was starting to blanket her and she wanted to crawl into her very warm bed. She nearly mourned at the thought of having to walk back home. The mansion was more than a little out of the way, more so when exhaustion was taking over. How did she ever get to the park? How long would it take her to get home?
Phoebe began swagger until nearly tripping over her own feet, forcing her to latch on to the corner of Orphie's shirt from falling. The fall gave her a shot of adrenaline. Straightening up after a second, she stared at Orpheus with large eyes. "The witches' mansion, just barely out of town."
Stretching her eyes so wide only made her more tired, causing her to blink several times before the moon child began to rub at them again. She just wanted to lay down and sleep.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 4:25 am
The vampire watched as the girl rubbed at her eyes, a little puff of exasperation leaving him and fluttering his bangs in passing. Why, oh why, do people insist on pushing themselves to the limits and then burdening others with their short comings? But he softened almost as soon as the thought crossed over his mind and he instinctively caught her when she stumbled, a glint of his usual arrogant anger flashing in his eyes as she wrinkled the fine press of his shirt.
"I vaguely know the place. Come along then..." Orpheus said with a half-hearted grumble, tucking one arm under Phoebe's shoulders and bending down to sweet her legs out from under her so she could be cradled and carried like an over sized doll. Best not to read into his affectionate side though, the practical teen was only thinking of saving his shirt another round should she spend the whole trip back stumbling and catching herself on his attire. There could truly be nothing more unfortunate!
"No more midnight wanderings, ok? There are dark things that prowl through the park at night," he scolded her sleepy features. One of which is me, he thought with a mental sigh.
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