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 Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 12:33 pm
((Well, so long as you don't have any objections, I'd love to continue then. I haven't had a chance RP with Riyana in her new-and-improved affectionate-ness, so this shall be fun. ))
Her familiar blue light shone the way to the manor. The afternoon, once so full of sunshine, was starting to lose its battle with an afternoon shower. Dusty grey clouds were already starting to build their fortress, and a slight rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. The wind, which tickled the girls ears and face, tangling her hair and the ribbon found within it, spoke of the fast-approaching shower.
The afternoon was turning gloomy, and one might say the shower was fitting for Riyana. Always cascaded in gloom and drear, mistrust and uncertainty. Shy as a lamb, and as soft-spoken as a violet, those two attitudes had yet to change. But she was bigger now, and not just in physical height.
The girl had changed since she'd last seen her orange friend, and though she feared how he'd react, she did want to see Braedan - and Riyana had the perfect excuse to do so! The book he had so generously offered her upon their last meeting - she'd finished reading it, and wished to return it.
It was inevitable, really. She couldn't hide from the world just because she'd changed, just because she was a bit. . . different. She was still Riyana, wasn't she? All the changes that had happened, all the foreign feelings she'd started experiencing were for the better - right?
Footsteps pattering lightly down the path to the estate, the girl tried not to worry. It was easier now than it had ever been, to push aside her worries and fears. She felt lighter, more loving, and more of a desire to be with those who liked her. She didn't have to stay with Devan now - not if she didn't feel like putting up with his negitive attitude. Independance was hers to grasp - so long as she did so politely.
There was a change with Riyana, and it showed in both appearance and attitude. Her glow was softer than before, the jagged edges and walls of mistrust, if not completely collapsed, than at least lined with curtains and drapery. If Riyana's older days had been of those cast in shadow and rain, for once her inner radiance could finally cut through the clouds.
For once, she wasn't completely shrouded in darkness, and she wanted Braedan to be the first to see.
Ringing the doorbell to the estate, the girl hugged Breadan's book to her chest, the only sign of her inward conflict. Breadan was her friend before, nothing would have changed between them, would it? Just because she was taller, she was still the same old Riyana, wasn't she? Well, it was too late to run away now - besides, there was no reason to run.
Everything would be the same. Everything would be alright. She'd just have to wait and see.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 1:22 pm
If the storm outside was only beginning, the storm within Braeden was full fledged and vicious. Howling winds, flying debris, lightning crashes and a bitter cold were thoughts and emotions battering the young soul. Braeden had already spent most of the morning raging around the house by himself. Dian certainly would have put an end to the tantrum hours ago had he been home.
It was slowly losing its steam, though.
Laying haphazardly on the recliner, Braeden was swathed in his own scarf, nearly to the point of awkward mummification. He had sat there fuming for the past twenty minutes.
In his hands was perched a tiny sparrow constructed from glass.
Large, vein like cracks split through the bird's body, spiderwebbing around the point of impact, a little above the right wing.
Braeden was angered with himself for having broken it. While making it two nights before, he'd experienced difficulty shaping the small face, and it took him longer than he'd ever tried self immolating before. Driven to the point of exhaustion, Braeden passed out and the bird dropped from his hands, hitting the stone floor and cracking.
It was a present for someone he held dear.
Angered with his flaw, and angered more with his inability to suceed, Braeden berated his lack of control which spurred the current mood. Ironically his tantrum further proved his own point.
But as he stewed in his own sour mood, the realization that it was just an error, but part of the learning process and he still had time to make another broke his frustration.
And that was when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was Dian, Braeden, now just as guilty as anything begrudgingly walked to the door and ungracefully pulled it open, the sudden realization he was very very mistaken causing those luminous silver eyes to widen and the jaw to drop.
"Ri...Ri-Ri...A....na?"
Protectively ashamed he curled the broken bird partially out of sight even as he gawked.
Tall...Dress...Sandles...Legs...Tall...Smile?
Braeden ran cold at how...At how beautifully Riyana had changed. Instinct took over again and he stepped to the side holding the door open for her to enter.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 2:08 pm
Riyana looked down at her typically vibrant friend. She wasn't that much taller than him, though she was quick to notice his gaping stare. Oh dear - a flicker of regret pierced the girl, a moments conversion back to the child within. Maybe it would have been better if - -
No no. Everything was fine.
Right?
Suddenly self-conscious, the sun-dressed girl shifted a bit awkwardly on the porch. "Uh - yeah," she murmured, her smile fading ever so slightly, replaced by the softest wash of anxiousness. Would he be happy for her? Would he still be her dear friend?
"I came - I uh - I came to drop off the book," she quickly explained, trying to brush off any "differences" as if they weren't there. She hadn't changed, she was still the same-old Riyana. "And," she added hastily as she stepped through the opened door, "and to see you too, of course!"
Had she really admitted that? Well, she certainly didn't want the orange lanturn to think she didn't want to visit. The book was merely the excuse!
Glad to be out of the storm, Riyana twirled on her sandled feet, before pausing to face her friend. She wasn't showing off - it just felt good to move! Riyana felt genuinely happy, and for once she wasn't afraid to show it. She wanted Braedan to know that she felt good, and she felt happy to be around him - that's what friends were the best at, and Braedan was no exception.
Before, she had trouble showing her emotions, had trouble showing her feelings and care. But now - now she wasn't quite as afraid, and it didn't necessarily feel wrong. She could smile freely here - right?
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 2:54 pm
Braeden shook his head vigorously to clear his thoughts. After all, there were more things to be concerned about than a shattered sparrow. He was unfairly transferring his doubts about failure into an innocent little bird.
"You finished it quickly." He said, only now casting his emotive grey eyes up to meet hers. "I'm impressed." He added, closing the door behind her. The interior of the house was very warm, from the sheer heat of Braeden's rampaging around. It was however very dark.
That was changed as Braeden tapped the lightswitch, illuminating the living room and hallway. While he was behind her, Braeden quickly smoothed out his hair and unwound himself from the tails of his scarf.
He stopped to watch her spin, admiring the way her long hair seemed to float on the air behind her, drawn into the spin and forming a graceful arc. Braeden's eyebrows upturned slightly as he smiled, giving him a slightly relieved smile. His hand gripped the sparrow that before its untimely fall was to be a present for Riyana in an attempt to hide it away.
"You picked a fine time to come," He said, "With the storm outside, you have to stay here until Dian comes, so he can drive you home."
His smile began a little wicked grin as he realized Riyana couldn't dart out within ten minutes of arriving. Well, she COULD, but that would entail leaving in the rain.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 2:12 pm
The girl studied her friend from behind her ocean blue eyes. There was a light to her that seemed to smolder behind that gaze, a light that could finally give way to her sparkle and shine. The shadows had been rolled away, and a temorary softness had taken hold of her. She was a different girl, in a way, and yet all the same pieces that made her up before were brought to life.
Lips still curved in a content little smile, Riyana was pleased that her friend seemed happy with her growth. "I didn't think I'd finish it so quick either," she admitted softly, a bit of pride lacing her words. "But it was. . fascinating, really. I - I really enjoyed it." If she could blush, she would have. Part of Riyana couldn't remember the last time she'd chatted so freely or openly. Was she talking too much?
Oh bother, perhaps it was time to talk about something else? Not about her, but about the weather, or Braedan for a change!
"So," she started softly, still holding onto the book as if it were a life line, rolling back and forth on her feet. "What've you been up to?" Her eyes drifted to what he held in his hands. It was a flicker of a glance, proof that her curiousity was piqued. But, just in case he didn't want to talk about himself or his hobbies, Riyana decided to give him an opening. "You have been well, I hope?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:15 am
((I would like to rp B-kun's growth, if that's okay with you. :3))
"That's good!" He chirped at her expression that she liked the book he selected. He'd never in his days seen Riyana so pleased with herself, and quite honestly, he couldn't be happier for her.
Where Riyana had finally begun to open up and flower out, Braeden's latest change had somehow draped cobwebs over him, dragging him down and closing him up in ways. His own odd emotions embaressed him terribly to a point where he no longer wanted to discuss them.
He tugged gingerly at his jacket tails, regretful he didn't have more pockets.
"Working mainly, or trying to. I mean, well...There isn't much else to do here...When i'm alone. Dian, he..."
Braeden sucessfully stuttered himself into frustration.
"I mold glass, or sculpt it." He said at last. Before when they were in the library, Riyana was too enraptured by the books to notice the shelving that held his handiwork. He held out that cracked and ruined sparrow remorsefully.
"This was going to be for you, b- but I dropped it."
Braeden tucked it in again. "I wanted to give you a present because I like you so much, and you usually seem like no one's given you anything at all. I wanted you to laugh and to smile for me."
He'd said too much.
"I'm sorry I broke it, I'll make you another, a better one, when i'm stronger."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 12:11 pm
((I certainly have no problem with B-kun's new-and-improved growth. n_n ))
The girl's attention was focused solely on Braedan and the words he spoke. He too, had changed, much to her surprise. Of course it wasn't necessarily a bad change, but it was different. He was still bright as ever, and he surely looked the same, but part of Riyana wondered if his growth had made him more subdued.
Whatever the case, Riyana couldn't help but study her friend. They were different together but, somehow, that was alright.
Cool blue eyes dimmed as Braedan spoke, her eyes focused first on his face, than on the broken bird he'd kept hidden in his hands. Riyana knew about not having much to do when all alone. She found herself without Devan's company more and more, the pink-haired punk as elusive as ever. Be it through purpose or coincidence, Riyana often was alone in the apartment, taking solace only through books or escapades through the town.
Lonliness was an emotion that nobody coul ever truly escape.
"Well," she started, trying hard to sound optimistic, "at least you can keep yourself busy!" Reaching forward, almost without thinking, she tugged lightly on Braedan's sleeve. She wanted to see the broken bird, wanted to study the gift more thoroughly. "I didn't even know you could make such art," she explained meekly, looking up apologetically to catch Braedan's eyes. "But I think this is wonderful, I really really do!"
Part of the girl was astounded that someone would make her something. It wasn't entirely inaccurate to say that she DID seem like nobody had given her anything, and when it came to physical gifts, it was true. "Please don't be sorry that you broke it," she continued, almost begging him to be happy. "Because you make me happy even when - even when sometimes I don't look it." The girl paused, glancing down at her hand which still grasped loosely at the sleeve of his shirt.
Slowly letting it go, her manners kicking in, the girl's lips curved into a smile. It was genuine, bright, with her blue eyes lighting up with a rather affectionate gaze. "I'll laugh and smile just for you, just because you're my friend, if you'd like me to."
She tilted her head, before dropping her gaze to the floor, in such a typical coy maneuver. Would he think she was only smiling for his benefit? Maybe she'd better clarify. "Because I'd like to, too."
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 11:26 pm
Lonliness could never be truly escaped except by those who never needed another. There were few, but they existed, and Braeden was not one of them. How long the orange soul had spent alone in limbo before recaptured as a small flickering basket was unknown, but amplified even now by the way he so desperately clung to those he thought to trust.
Yes...Riyana had found herself on the list of few Braeden truly trusted.
She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, revealing the bird once again. Yes, if he managed to ignore the violent cobweb shatter marks, it really was a well made trinket. As he listened to her speak, his trademark smile began to emerge again.
"Thank you." He said at last to her compliment on the sparrow. Riyana's brightening caused his own to flare and spark back alive, still as vibrant as ever.
"If you'd like, I can show you the others I've made. You can pick out which one you like the best from them, you know, and you can have that one instead. I'm always improving with practice."
Braeden didn't care to demonstate, he thought it would scare Riyana, which was really the last thing he wanted to do by this point.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:44 pm
((Wow- I've found time to post. ._. I really need to get a better schedule!))
The girl studied her bright friend, peeking curiously between the broken sparrow within his hands and the bright smile found upon his face. There was her friend, with all his vibrant glory. His smiles were contagious, and the girl couldn't help but allow her own lips to twist up in a brighter grin.
She didn't have to live in shadows all the time. These rare moments were like pearls - it wasn't often she'd had a chance to smile so easily.
"I'd love to see some of your work!" Her blue eyes were bright with a sudden spark of interest and curiousity. She'd never known that her friend was such an artist! A shame, really - when it came down to it, though Braedan was one of the few Riyana trusted or even liked, she didn't know much about him personally.
They chatted from time to time, and the girl surely enjoyed his company. They were strangely opposite, one ever full of light, another hidden in shadow, but together they complimented each other. Braedan drew out her personality, gave her the ability to dance in the sunshine.
"I'd love to see what you've made, but," she smiled softly, tilting her head in a most coy manner. "I'd like to keep the sparrow, even if it's not as perfect as you'd like. This was the one you've made for me, afterall - and that takes away any flaw you might see in it!"
She didn't have to see the others to know which one she wanted. Just because the sparrow had fractures, just because this gift had imperfection - it didn't bother Riyana. The fact that he made it for her made it more special than all the other trinkets found within the manor.
Riyana certainly wanted to see Braedan's work, but there was no second thought or second pick for when it came to choosing a gift.
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