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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:34 pm
At the blush that ran across the other's cheeks, he blinked in slight curiosity--before the movement of the other's wings caught his attention. He shifted closer, and reached out to hesitantly touch the wings, his own laying across his back, tips touching down against the bench..muscles either tired, or he just wasn't concentrating on keeping them folded. He had never touched a feathery wing before, his own were leathery and tough--Alex's were pretty and soft.
He giggled once more, and smoothed his fingers over the soft feathers, "These are pretty too!" He murmured, and looked up when the other offered his opinion on what to talk about. His ears perked, and he looked back to the wings..he didn't know what to talk about. "Ah--what kinds of things do you like?" He withdrew his hands from said wings, and tucked them back to his tail.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:41 pm
Strange, how that was.... always the reaction, it seemed. Every new person he'd met - not to mention quite a few he'd met before and were just startled to see his new appendages - just seemed drawn to reach out and touch. Something he generally minded quite a bit, just in general and tended to shy away from. But when it was a child? No such nervosity, and Alex actually inched the wing closer to Fae's touch, once more intrigued by the effect they seemed to have on people.
Then again, had he seen someone with wings back home he likely would've had a very similar reaction. Not that he didn't have a similar reaction looking in the mirror every morning. Certainly something that required a bit of adjusting...
His lips pressed together in momentary thought at the question, gaze trailing from Fae to the ground. "I like..." trailed off, making sure what words came to mind were right for the conversation, "Reading," he settled upon, "And words."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:46 pm
Well, he was a child..intrigued by nearly everything he could get his hands on. Alex had multiple sets of wings, but the big ones were very interesting to him..the smaller ones were out of reach, so he contented himself with the larger ones. He shifted one of his own wings, and turned, pressing the demon-like wing to the edge of his new 'friend's' wing...comparing them. He blinked, and allowed the wing to drop over his shoulder.
"Reading?" He smiled, "I'm learning! Daddy doesn't have many books, so it's hard--" He paused, "What kinda` books do you read?" he brought his hand up to brush his hair back, behind his shoulders, and looked up at the other intently, glancing over to his napping father for a moment.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:50 pm
Lips pressed together more tightly for a moment, suppressing more laughter - a little more insistent this time, because that had tickled. It was so hard to do anything but smile in the presence of naivete - well... that depended entirely upon the circumstance, he supposed. But--but that was the old thinking and the old world, when things had been darker and there'd been fewer children.
"Oh, you can read most anything," he shrugged, breezing over the topic of his own interests with ease. So much more fun to hear a child speak on their preferences, for perspective and... purity of it, he supposed you could call it. "Do you like reading?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:10 pm
He noted the slight tensing of his mouth, but said nothing of it. He stared at him, though, flapped his wings, then folded them contentedly to his back. He murred, and parted his lips, baring his larger fangs with rising curiosity..aw, that wasn't an answer. Though, he figured he couldn't read what the elder male could, anyway.
He nodded, "I like to read...but Ambrosia doesn't like to sit with me and read. Daddy does sometimes, but most of the time, he's with Mommy, and Uncle Lucifer just teaches us to pick locks.." Now he was rambling. But maybe that had cleared up a few things, though. Or just made them more difficult to think over.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:25 pm
Fangs? ...Yes, definitely something to this whole... guardians of nature idea that Oliver had gracelessly and frenetically hinted at before his departure. His friend new nothing of the details of their new existence, no more than he did himself, at least - but there was something to it that seemed to bother Oliver, on another level. Something different to having a tail than wings - or hooves, as Kingsley was quick to point out. Well... he didn't feel particularly animalistic, just these little things, like feathers and fangs.
His own home life was starting to sound a little tame though, in lieu of phrases like 'Uncle Lucifer' and lockpicking. All right, the lockpicking wasn't so foreign but the Townhouse had yet to welcome anyone with a demonic moniker, even if Kingsley had made a friend somewhere by the name of 'Mephistopheles'. 'Lucifer', though? That was downright obvious, almost crude - and it took a great deal of control for Alex not to let his eyes widen. Only they did widen, so... ah well. The things these Gaians did to their children... "Really..." he said by way of response, mulling things over still more. Now he knew 'Ambrosia' wasn't a pet. He didn't think. No assumptions now, that's the safe road to follow. "Have you found anything... interesting, behind locked doors?" If the family was going to teach such activity, far be it from him to chastise.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:36 pm
Ah, yes, his dear uncle...that was an interesting person, indeed. He licked his lips, and bounced a bit. He murred, and wrapped his arms around his tail, holding it to his chest tightly. He sniffed, canting his head soon afterwards...now quite relaxed around the other..no need to act funny.
He nodded, assuring his words. "Mmm..." He paused, thinking over the words, and the times that he had followed his brother in his lock-picking adventures. "Uhh..my brother got hurt once," he remembered the recent problem, and shivered.
"I wasn't..there..and I dont like to pick locks..because my brother was hurt really badly..and..that's why Mommy and Daddy fight."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:39 pm
"Oh," sudden and immediate, on the next breath and followed by a tightening in the chest and throat - what to say, what to say? He never knew what to say! Such ambiguity as 'interesting' should be avoided at all costs, lest you find out something you didn't want to know...
But he knew it now, and what was there to do? "I'm sorry," he said softly, a frown chasing away the tentative smile. A sarcasm in the back of his head pointed out it was better Fae's brother should've learned not to pick locks and really, he had to agree. But to learn in such a way... there really was something to book reading. It was safer, for one. "Is... he all right? Your brother."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:56 pm
He would have looked over the answer...since he wasn't picking for sympathy. He rubbed his eyes, and pushed his hair back, out of his face.
When he got the 'i'm sorry', he shook his head gently, and noted the frown. He brought a hand up and waved it off gently, "No..he's okay, he got in the way of someone's magic..and was hurt...but Daddy took care of that...but...now Ambrosia is mad at him, because he doesn't like him seeing the boy who hurt him.." He sighed a bit, "I dont get it--if someone hurt me, I wouldn't want to be friends with them, but...Ambrosia..." He paused, and whimpered.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:02 pm
The frown failed to flicker away however, though it became no more solid than it had been - for such was the way of expressions over Alex's face, seeming to flutter just over something more permanent that lay beneath. Genuine, but momentary. Nothing to latch onto, perhaps, or of no consequence. Hard to say, as it might not be either for what is it but foolhardy to analyze emotion?
Here was Fae, his thoughts said, turning him away from apology - an unusually complex action for a child. And here was Fae's brother, Ambrosia, choosing forgiveness over the comfort of a parent - yet another unusually complex action. Things happened so quickly and strangely here. Or maybe it was just the way of people to be baffling, regardless of age.
He reached forward hesitantly to softly, briefly touch the boy's shoulder, "Maybe your brother... just wants to give the other boy another chance? He wasn't injured on purpose, it's a matter of...--well, he isn't going to pick the other boy's lock again, is he?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:18 pm
His ears lowered a bit, and he smiled, nevertheless, slightly forcing it at the other's comfort. He shrugged gently, and brought his hand up to rub his eyes once more..calming himself from the memories.
"I...guess so, that makes sense." he had more to say, but kept it to himself for now. He flexed his clawed hand, and straightened his back. "What...about your home-life? Family, friends..roommates?" He questioned, and blinked.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:25 pm
The problem was... second chances were a lofty ideal to some, and however much he might wish it weren't so... those some found it impractical at best and dangerous at worse. But how could... no, situations and people were different no matter where you went or what species you turned out to be when you woke up. There was no way to compare his own experiences - not that, come to think of it - his own adventures in second chances had turned out particularly well.
But Marks was a complicated matter. Aaaand - not the matter at hand. Poor Fae didn't believe him, and that in itself was enough to push Alex to wonder whether he'd said the right thing. ...What might've he said instead? That no - you should exercise utmost vigilance against those who harm you? That you should avoid them at all costs? That three strikes is three too many? No, that wasn't... wasn't his way, and wasn't what one should be taught.
Though if Fae was ready to step away from the subject - and from the uneasy shifts he guessed it was so - then... all right. Not his place to delve. "My own home-life?" he said at a murmur, voice caught between amusement and a groan. "...Friends," he said after a bit, "And... others. I live in a..." frat house? Communal kitchen? "Apartment building, of sorts."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:37 pm
"Ohh..." He replied, and noted the change in his voice, moving closer to him, sitting directly down beside him. Now he felt like they were friends..which made him happy. He allowed his legs to hand off the side, tail wrapping around his waist. Kicking his legs, he murred lowly.."How is it there?" He murmured, and looked up at him, not paying attention to if he would make the other feel uncomfortable or not.
As a child--eh..who knew what was running through his head. Canting his head, he perked his ears up, light auburn hair clinging to his cheeks.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:44 pm
Again, a challenge to find the right word. He paid little mind to Fae's proximity - something he might think on later, if he realized it, that he wasn't uncomfortable with physical contact when it came to children. Unsurprising, perhaps, but something worth noting.
Alex's head and neck leaned back for a moment before bowing as he watched the ground in search of a word. Fingers interlocked and resting in his lap, pressed against the back of the bench in what might even be a lazy manner. No guard to have against innocence.
He was going to avoid 'interesting', he decided. Along with anything with negative connotations, like 'difficult', 'challenging' or 'I don't know'. "It's very nice..." he said finally, "When you know who's going to be home." For example, to have Oliver home again would be a blessing - an impossible one at the moment, but nevertheless something worth clinging to. Kingsley... he just wasn't sure about. He wasn't any less the 'unicorn's' friend, not in the slightest, but... it was so hard to know what to do about for him now. And then Marks of course...
Any number of the other residents didn't mean quite as much in the scheme of his comfort zone.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:55 pm
Nice? Well, that was good. His mind automatically switched out of it, before he heard some approaching footsteps. Glancing up, he saw his father, and perked, smiling towards his groggy form. He looked to Alex, and patted his arm in a comforting manner, and also in a way to make him notice his father, too. "Daddy," he gave off a chirring greeting, though lowered a bit at the look on his father's face..uh oh.
"...Who're you, pretty-boy?" Silver was obviously not in the best of moods, but his tone was up and around, at least. Lord knew if the name had been a compliment or not. He licked his lips, and stretched his arms over his head...then reached down to slowly lift his son up from the male's side.
"..Sorry for the bother," he looked to his son, though didn't scold him, obviously automatically assuming that his son had been bothersome, and the other was just trying to be nice.
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