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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:15 pm
Jove's ears perked, and then a displeased scowl appeared behind his sleeves. He wasn't scared! Not of a ghoul, he was just hiding his face! And besides, it wasn't her bite he was worried about, it was her... He couldn't even think the word without blushing even worse.
He glanced at Sparrow, brows furrowing even further. It was almost as though he was saying "I heard you laughing, I'm not coming out for your snacks, you horrible reaper." Then he glanced back at Wren.
Jove didn't want to leave her thinking he was just a frightened pup, so he wiggled forward to take her hand. His own was tiny and cold as the grave, he hadn't spent enough time inside Sparrow's room for his body to warm up. The ghost thought nothing of it. Being cold was normal, and the glow that radiated from his cheeks gave off no heat, like the flickering light of a firefly. If her eyes were like coals, his were like the morning sun trickling through arctic waters.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 4:51 pm
Sparrow spun around, his back to the other two for a moment as he clapped his hands to his cheeks in an attempt at rubbing the red out of them. A vain attempt, and slightly pathetic, but at least it made him feel just a little bit better.
Turning back to Jove and Wren, he dropped down on his knees beside the pair, and squinted into the darkness under his bed. Two wide, glowing eyes, like bright blue orbs, peered back out at him.
"You're, er...not scary," Sparrow murmured to Wren, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder (he had to stifle the smile at her "Promise I don't bite"). "It's, erm..."
He tried to put it into words that wouldn't be demeaning to Jove, and when nothing came to mind, just gave up and floundered for a moment before moving to reach his own hand out to the boil.
"I swear, I'm not laughing," he said, catching the suspicious and outraged look on Jove's pale, freckled face. "Please come out; we promise..."
Sparrow's mouth closed abruptly. Jove had reached out to take Wren's hand, inching out slowly, and a relieved smile crossed the reaper's face as he got to his feet, brushing off his pant legs.
"So, er, Wren," he said, offering a smile to the both of them. "Jove and I were just studying for a bit. What brings you here?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 8:09 pm
Giving jove a small smile, best she COULD anyways for not really knowing the boil, she helped pull Jove out from his hiding spot. All the time, she was trying to prevent herself from lapsing into a fear attack.
Once he was out, she pulled herself up to her knees and scooted away to give the other boil room. Sparrow being so close, she felt herself scooting a little closer to him after she stood up fully... he felt safe. She could not explain it in words, but she felt the need to be close to him.
"Um."
Now it was HER turn to be red. It would be hard enough to explain in front of Sparrow if he was alone... then again if someone else was present it might be easier for her. Maybe? "Weeelll... ive been having issues sleeping since...arriving here."
Now she just looked sheepish.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 8:26 pm
Jove was easy to tug out, even for a ghoul. His ghostly body weighed only a fraction of what a living child his age would, and it was likely Wren could have pulled him right up off his feet if she so desired it.
The pup didn't get up right away, he just sat next to the bed, ears flicking backwards with uncertainty as he watched the pair's expressions. Sparrow seemed to want to forget anything had just happened, and Jove was entirely with him on that front, his face was still glowing over his face... plant... thing. But Wren looked nervous.
His fluffy ears flattened back again. Was she nervous because he was there? But a minute ago she had seemed so friendly, like most of the other ghouls who would cuddle him and ruffle his hair when given half a chance. Had Jove been in the middle of a panic attack he could have bit her under the bed, but she chose now to be nervous?
The pup tilted his head as she began to explain her presence. Then his ears perked.
With a tail wag he scrambled to his feet and trotted right up to her, reaching out for her hand. Ren had problems sleeping all the time! Maybe what she needed was a soft, cosy bed, and a lullaby, and... he could even go get a fluffy minipet to sit next to her! She would be sleeping just right in no time!
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:47 pm
Sparrow's eyes flickered downwards to look at the peryton. He had most definitely noticed Wren moving nearer to him, and he could not help but feel an absurd amount of pleasure that she was doing that. His fingers brushed the top of her hair gently; an almost idle gesture that made his face flushed when he realized just what the Jack he was doing.
Hastily he pulled his fingers away.
"Weeelll... I've been having issues sleeping since...arriving here."
Sparrow stared at her, completely nonplussed.
"Er. What?"
He did not understand why she was telling him this. Jove, on the other hand, seemed oddly pleased by Wren's revelation, and was now holding onto the peryton's hand and looking up at her expectantly.
"Having issues, you say," repeated Sparrow, as he turned, sitting down on the edge of his bed with his hands in his lap. "Er...what...did you..."
He trailed off, attempting to figure out how to respond to this peculiar statement. Finally he settled for "Did you need some help with it, or...something?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 7:27 pm
Sparrows reaction was one she was expecting... one of uncertainty and curiosity. He wanted answers, which was understandable; She was after all asking a lot. A sleep over usually did not occur between monster and reaper dorms... did it?
Jove on the other hand, his reaction made her fidget a little. Cold... his hands were freezing cold. It was as if they were sucking the warmth out of her body and placing it within his own. She shivered once but kept her grip true. The way he looked at her... it was not a look of predator and prey, it was something that drew her attention. Leaning forward a little, she took her free hand and patted him once on the head. "You know, don't you?" For his eyes were those of understanding, not of confusion.
She squeezed his hand once, and looked back up towards the reaper. "I am a herd monster... it is hard to sleep alone." Vulnerable.. scared. Always wary. On the look out. Sure she was in a school setting... but sometimes the noises of halloween would get to her, frighten her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 4:07 pm
Jove puffed up, clearly he did know! At least if she said so, he could be fairly certain she approved of his confidence in this matter. He wasted no more time pulling Wren over to the bed, clambering up himself, and then tugging the covers out from under Sparrow's bottom. Why did most boils have to be so big and heavy?
With that accomplished he spread them back in a welcoming fashion, and fluffed up the pillow. It didn't seem to matter that this was not Wren's room, he slept in his brother's room all the time and found it just as comfortable as his own. Plush she would have the benefit of Sparrow being nearby! The pup felt like quite the genius.
Finally he scrambled back off the bed and looked around.
When whatever he was looking for failed to appear in front of him, he looked back under the bed. Then in all the corners of the room, and even took a quick peek in Sparrow's closet, carefully so as to not attract the attention of any mimics the reaper might be hiding. But there were no mimics in the closet. Or anything helpful for that matter.
There was nothing quite fluffy enough in this plain, empty room. His face twisted into a thoughtful frown, as though saying, "Well, I guess there's no helping it..."
And then suddenly there was a pile of clothes lying on the floor, and a tiny, impossibly fluffy foxfire jumping up onto Sparrow's bed. He looked directly at Wren, and gave the bed a pat with one little paw.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:31 pm
Sparrow stared at Wren with a completely blank expression.
Brain...does not...compute.
What exactly was she asking? She'd said it was "hard to sleep alone," and that she was a herd creature, and that...
What the Jack was she meaning by "it is hard to sleep alone."
Sparrow attempted to get his brain into gear. It was not really working. Instead, a red flush slowly crept up his neck until it reached his face, his cheeks flaming a bright scarlet.
Is she...did she just...ask...
Jove, on the other hand, seemed to be having a quite different reaction to Wren's statement. He had leaped over to the bed, pulled down the covers (it was only during this gesture that he realized there was someone else in the room besides him and Wren), and Sparrow stood up automatically, attempting to wrap his mind around the current situation.
"Er," he started to say. "Er, Wren..."
There was a flash of light, and then, quite suddenly, a tiny little puppy where Jove had once been standing. It leapt up onto the bed, flopped down, and looked expectantly over at the peryton.
Sparrow's jaw was slightly agape. He reached for the bed, intending to sit down, but completely missed and wound up crashed on the floor in an ungraceful heap.
"Listen, er, Wren," he said weakly, latching onto one of the bedposts and hauling himself back onto his feet. "Are you, um...are you...asking me...if you can...sl - sl - "
The words were quite difficult to get out, his heart hammering noisily against his ribcage.
"Are you asking if you can sleep in my room at night?"
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