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 Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:00 pm
___She turned her head, looking outside the window, searching for something to appease her drop in mood. The whimsicalities of the trees and people beyond the glass passed over her like a painful wave. She looked down, papers smudged with ink and fingerprints. Dried bits of waterspots had bled the letters to create dark swirls of absolute totality. The window fogged, and she wiped it clean for a moment, reminded of Bernice. Looking to the wall and half expecting a faded portrait she sighed and looked down upon the lawns below. Trapped, haunted, by a glass casing that never existed. Worldly bonds are the figmented torture, someone had said to her once. The sad remembrance of promises created by everyone, broken to everyone. Tossed uncaringly to the other to catch, to make better and create. The emptiness and loss cold steel and lights create. She imagined herself in a decaying room, antique furniture and lace curtains moving in a breeze that never was, in a room that was all shut up from the inside. Cracked mirrors and tarnished bronze figurines pressed into place and held by torn carpet. Pressed by a person who had long left the room to go somewhere else, forever leaving those last handprints upon the cold. The bed is dusty, waiting for its mistress to lie her head forever, and the armwall is looming, wishing for something to fill its chest.
___So then begins the memories which are not ours, that does create memories we want and wish for. The fear of unsatisfaction, or the end of the journey, the last sight of the marbled woods. Numerous shades of brown fading and waving into each other, telling of ages far far away. The dreams and fantasies of standing to the side of the stage, watching the creation and birth of the most beautiful aria in all times. The power of voices coming together creating the hot tears that have no where to go but to fall and spill over the edges of the heart's chalice. The undying and ethereal bond between the emotions of truth and child. The smiling faces which are always undaunting between the standstills of choice. A strong and beautiful piano would play, and suddenly you'd be in a world of just music, always music. Notes placed together in a string of sounds just for you, perfectly created for you. Swiftness of moving fingers upon keys building up the crescendo before letting you down from the cloud as gently as if you were in the highest reaches still.
((I don't know why I typed this, I had something else in mind but this came out. I'll remove it and write a proper RP later.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 5:16 pm
___Uennie bounced her baby on her knee gently, somehow managing to file papers, but only barely. She sighed and put Esprit over her shoulder, patting her on the back and rocking back and forth, somehow praying that would quell her cries of unhappiness. Finally she gave up and in frustration she threw her pen on the laboratory counter. The sound of cloth moving in still air and tiny footsteps tapped across the linoleum.
___"Babies don't like being neglected you know." The small faerie seated herself matter-of-factly on the edge of the table. She looked up at the human with an intense glare and bit her thumb, considering what to say next.
___"Oh shut up, Ixchel." Uenoh'ai snapped, letting out a groan as the little baby girl cried louder. She fought back the urge to shake the child and felt guilty about even considering it. "I'm not trying to neglect her. I'm trying to get my research done ..." The Researcher bit a quivering lip and snorted, gripping the pen again angrily and mashing it against the paper.
___"Hey! Watch it you moron!" The winged creature admonished, growing steadilier impatient. Uennie's frustration peaked and she added more pressure to the utensil. The pen cracked and suddenly the ink well broke, sending horrible marks across the paper to stain.
___"Hey yourself. Your name is Ixchel, so-called goddess of maternity. Help me out for Christ's sake!" The faerie stuck her nose in the air and walked away from the demanding botanist.
___"Many mothers have managed fine before you."
___"But she's not even my child!" The woman practically screamed, suddenly she realized that the baby was quiet, and looked down at her quickly. Esprit had stopped crying, but Uennie's heart plummeted at the expression on the baby's face.
___"She is your child. I reccomend making that clear to yourself before you make yet another child in the world feel unwanted." Ixchel sniffed derisively before disappearing into the flora. Uenoh'ai watched the little pudgy face, feeling her stomach sink lower and lower into her abdomen. She bit her lip, opening her arms wider and holding Esprit closer.
___"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ..." Uennie whispered slowly. What a horrible thing to say, what a hurtful thing to say. She gently kissed Esprit on the forehead and the baby's face relaxed, seeming to say, I forgive you. The flower-topped child turned her head as she heard a corresponding noise, not unlike her own.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 5:18 pm
___The Researcher sat on her desk and spun her chair with her feet. She heard a gurgle and turned around, the small baby in the makeshift crib crying softly. She walked over and cooed softly, picking the child up in her arms and bouncing her gently. The baby cried louder, and louder. Kissing her forehead Uennie picked up the diaper bag and set the baby on the table gently. The baby relaxed slightly, knowing that whatever the problem was, with the presence of the diaper bag, it would be remedied soon. Grasping the woman's hair in her little hands she pulled, giggling as she caused Uenoh'ai to wince slightly. Tugging the hair from the infant's grip Uennie smiled and blew loud raspberries on Esprit's stomach. The baby wiggled, and extended a hand out for the faerie who danced just slightly out of the baby's reach.
___"Babies are such trouble." Ixchel clucked. Daintily picking up her cloth wings to sidestep the child's arms, she walked reluctantly to the baby's midsection. Taking a sniff as Uennie rummaged through the bag, she raised an eyebrow. "She's not wet." The vibrant thumbelina reported. Changing pockets the botanist pulled out the burp rag and some formulae.
___"Thank you, Ixchel." She smiled gently. Uennie gently poured the liquid into a saucepan which laid upon one of her many hotplates.
___"Should you be doing that? Isn't it dirty with those horrible science things you do?" The little woman inquired.
___"I keep it washed, besides, what possible experiment would I need a saucepan for?" Uenoh'ai watched it begin to heat and bubble ever slightly. The faerie grunted and watched the digital clock change its lines.
___"It's about three-sixteen. You need to go home. You and the baby practically live at this awful laboratory. Isn't it a waste of the room you renovated for her?" She watched the human test the formulae before siphoning it into a bottle. Ixchel held the cloth in her hand as she flew up to Uennie's shoulder and set it there gently for future use.
___"Thank you." The woman grinned and picked up the baby once more. Gently cradling it she offered the teat, and waited for Esprit to pick up on it. As the infant suckled gently Uennie sat down again, watching her little face scrunch up as she swallowed and emptied the bottle slowly. Ixchel sighed and lowered herself back onto the desk slowly, crossing her legs underneath herself as she sat, and watching quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:04 pm
___Ixchel looked around her silent surroundings, her home was quieter than usual, and with the lack of moving bodies within it, the already huge building felt even larger. Usually feeling very large, she hugged her shoulders and retreated into the shade of one of the houseplants. The sun had set a long time ago, and Uennie had already called and left a message that she'd be late. The Faerie was used to being alone, but it'd been hours and hours, and even if she didn't want to admit it, the dark scared her. Usually she went everywhere with Uenoh'ai, but Ixchel had recently complained that she couldn't sleep under the bright lights, so she opted to stay at home.
___She flitted up to a lightswitch and gently pushed it in, a glow emitting from the lamp nearby. She breathed a sigh of relief, her nerves calmed as the shadows receded. Ixchel floated around, not sure what to do. Uenoh'ai had showed her how to work the television, but ... The faerie winced as her stomach gurgled. Food came before entertainment. She settled on the kitchen counter and walked across it with minute bronze feet. Uennie had created a tab that stuck just inside the suction of the refrigerator up top. By pressing on the tab it created a lever which popped the door open, and would not close unless you went back up and pushed the tab back into place.
___After many shoves, the icebox burst open, the smell of fresh food wafting forth. After several tries to extract the food by herself on other occasions, Ixchel found it much more convenient to simply sit inside and eat. Her human didn't mind, but always cautioned her to keep watch on the door. The faerie touched a styrofoam box and opened it gently. It popped and beneath it laid sandwich of gorgeous proportions. Thick fresh ciabatta bread housed tomato, lettuce, pesto, mozzarella, avocado, and bacon. She sat herself upon the edge of the container and began to delicately pick at the meal.
___Something bright blue caught her eye and she scrutinized it carefully. It seemed to be stuck in the thick bread, she'd seen many sandwiches before but never one with something blue stuck in it. Upon further investigation she concluded it was made of the plastic material so many things here consisted of. She gently touched it, and wrapped her hand around it, pleased at the ready-made handle. Her curiosity finally getting the best of her, Ixchel pulled, but nothing. Furrowing her eyebrows she pulled again, harder, ah it moved a little! She braced herself and yanked with all her might, out she came flying from the appliance with her new treasure in hand. She held it up and looked at it, delightedly recognizing it as a rapier, a type of sword. Though it confused her as to why humans would want a plastic sword in their sandwiches, she didn't mind. Ixchel had gained a new experience and a new companion. Wouldn't Uennie be surprised!
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 2:23 am
___"Uenoh'ai paced slowly, examining the details of the small pebbles scattered at her feet. Crouching slowly, she picked one up and squinted at it critically before tossing it away and inspecting another. The foreign woman had wandered deep into the Withered Woodlands, and was searching for the perfect items. An odd pearl and thorn caught her attention, but she quickly dismissed it before gnawing on her thumb and glancing around. Now that she was used to it, the woods weren't so scary anymore. She appreciated that small comfort.
___Leaves rustled gently and a breeze rushed around her ears. Uennie held her hand up to shade her eyes as she tilted her head back and eyed the dense canopy of branches overhead. Specks of sunlight shone through and she could swear she saw lights dancing in the corners of her eyes. A worn and beaten road wound lazily through the forest, and she glanced up and down it slowly, as though not quite sure what to make of it all.
___Her eyes flitted to the ground again, and she reached down and gently began to trace a small drawing into the soil. An eye formed, then a mouth and a nose. She smiled, this was a small pleasure she could take. Dust picked up around her fingertips as she drew and swirled in a miniature tornado before settling back down. The staff she had carved earlier rested lazily upon her shoulder, it seemed relaxed as well. The wood somehow was not so tough to the touch today. Vaguely impressed with her work, Uenoh'ai leaned back and eyed it slowly. The metal in her left arm clacked, and she sighed gently, wishing to God it was made of flesh.
___Uennie stood up and leaned on her staff, before stamping out the child-like image she had created and moving back down the road to town. She passed the Coliseum, and a nearby vendor seemed eager to sell some peculiar beads to her. Not really one for strings of shiny objects, she continued on down the road, until the rooftop of the local merchant's home greeted her. She smiled and waved cheerily at him, and he smiled gently. He knew that look on her face by now, she had not found what she had been looking for. The grey-haired boy went in the back as she settled herself on a nearby chair, sliding aching feet out of her large boots. Uennie wiggled her toes, and made a face as she tugged off the woolen socks. She hated shoes.
___Uenoh'ai wiggled slightly, unbuttoning the top of her pants and her cuffs as she let herself relax. Snuggling down into the comfortable leather chair she sighed and felt the fireplace roar, while rain began to tap at the windows. A young man emerged and poured her a pint of clean chilled water, and she brought the cup to her lips. Drinking down the common beverage, she smiled at him as he sat down across her. She loved water, she couldn't understand why some people didn't like it. It was the most delicious drink in the world, and it did have its own sort of taste. He hugged his arms across the back of the chair as he sat in it reversed. Scooting it up, he began to engage Uenoh'ai in a long conversation."
___Uennie jerked awake, nearly losing her balance on the couch. Her eyes flitted to the window and she realized it was dark outside. She turned her aching neck to the side and squinted, forcing her eyes to adjust so she could read the time. A fluttering came speeding out of the hallway to berate her long nap.
___"It's about time." Ixchel scolded her, taking an obvious attitude. "You've been asleep for three hours, when I said I'd help watch that baby I didn't mean be its mother." The faerie hovered and went on an on, and Uenoh'ai sighed and offered her a sheepish smile. She reached over and touched her arm gently, reassuring herself that it was there. What an odd series of dreams ...
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