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 Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:30 am
You're So Like A Rose
It wasn't until Kam was safely inside her own house that she dared to get a good look at the tiny girl in her arms.
Zayne, her mind added in helpfully. The origin of the name wasn't clear to Kam, but it felt right - so she didn't question it.
"Hello Zayne." she said softly, kicking the front door shut behind her and juggling the girl in her arms so she could remove her winter coat. "My name is Kam and I suppose I'm going to be your mother."
The little girl looked mutely up at Kam with wide purplish blue eyes and gracefully tucked a stray strand of her long ebony hair behind one ear before responding.
"I am pleased to meet you mother."
Her voice was sweet, almost melodic and Kam couldn't help but smile warmly at the perfect child before her.
The next stop after the living room was the upstairs, where Kam had been working on Zayne's room for the last week without knowing why.
Outside the room, Kam set Zayne down so she could stand on her own. As Kam pushed the door to the room open with a hopeful smile at her young charge, Zayne stumbled slightly and had to catch herself against the doorframe which set the bangles on her arm jingling loudly. Kam knelt to offer assistance, but Zayne ignored it and titlted her head forward so her expression of shame would be hidden behind a curtain of hair.
Unsure what she should do in this situation, Kam opened and closed her mouth silently trying to decide what to say. The prolonged silence felt more and more damning to Zayne until she finally worked up the courage to say something. Pushing back her curtain of straight black hair, Zayne looked straight into the room in front of her. Laying one delicate hand on her mother's arm, she forced a smile.
"The room is beautiful mother. How did you know what colors I would like?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:31 am
Sisters
For Zayne, the first couple days in her new house were forever marred by her garish mistake at the door to her new room. As she sat in her new room perfectly still and in perfect silence, she replayed the incident over and over again in her mind. She had done so well up until that point.
In fact, the more she thought about it the more her shame turned into rage. Her pose on the little white stool with painted roses curling gracefully up the sides which sat by her window overlooking the neighbor's house became stiffer and stiffer until finally she stood.
Most people would have paced, but Zayne saw that as a waste of energy. Instead she walked carefully over to her dresser, making sure her steps were almost silent on the soft carpet and that her dress swished pleasingly with each step. When she reached the dresser, she considered carefully the objects arrayed there.
Eventually she decided the hairbrush would work best. Using one hand to still the sounds of her bracelets, she reached the other out and curled her fingers around the base of the hairbrush. She lifted it to her face and glanced carefully at the slightly open door to her room. There did not appear to be anyone in the hallway, which suited her excellently.
With a sneer disfiguring her normally pleasing countenance, Zayne hurled the hairbrush at her bed with all of the strength she could muster from her rage. It bounced off harmlessly, even silently - but the action did serve to calm her slightly.
When a voice drifted in from the doorway, however, Zayne's stomach plummetted. Someone had seen her in that moment of weakness? Unthinkable. She turned slowly to face the doorway, rearranging her face into an expression of polite greeting. It was an effort to keep that expression as Chandra's form met her eyes.
"Why did you do that?" the older girl queried again, her large eyes staring at Zayne accusingly.
Zayne wasn't sure how to answer that, but she knew it would be important. This was the first time she had met her "sister" and unlike Kam, Zayne could get no sense from her about what it was she expected of Zayne. Her emotions were carefully guarded, or perhaps even absent.
"It isn't polite to spy on people." Zayne said, her words biting but her expression still polite. "I would prefer we do not discuss such a private incident."
She motioned gracefully to a little table and chair set to her left, allowing her bracelets to jingle pleasingly.
"Won't you join me? I don't know much about you."
Chandra simply blinked and then gave Zayne a look of disgust before drifting out of sight. Presumably heading back to her own room.
"No. I dislike people with secrets."
Zayne pressed her lips together tightly, trying not to scream. First her clumsy action at the door to her room and now this? Her integration into this household was not going well.
With narrowed eyes at the doorway, Zayne devised a plan to prevent Chandra from poisoning Kam against her. She would show her "sister" who was the better child.
Pinching her arm hard, Zayne made herself tear up and then with a forlorn expression she ran out into the hall and down into the living room, where she knew Kam would be working on something.
"Mom?" She sniffled a little, breathing in little gasps. "Chandra was mean to me. She said that you didn't want me, that I could never be as good a daughter as her."
As Kam looked up with a concerned expression, Zayne threw herself into her mother's lap and grinned to herself as Kam began to stroke her hair and murmur comforting things.
She would be the favored daughter - and eventually she would make Chandra pay for spying and judging her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:32 am
Punish Me
Zayne stormed around her room, pacing trails in the pale carpet. She tore at the thick fabric of her sundress in frustration, secretly glad it was much too strong for her delicate hands to tear. She would have to be careful, she thought dispassionately, or she would cause blisters and eventually calluses. Ladies meant for the sort of things she was meant for did not have calluses on their hands.
Her plan to supplant Chandra as the favored daughter and then to eject her from her position was not progressing as she wished. Chandra and Kam were already distant, making the first part simple. Kam was, in fact, disgustingly easy to charm. However, trying to insinuate anything negative about Chandra met with a brick wall. Kam apparently had some way of determining the truth of a statement, which eluded Zayne. Any negative statment she made not only didn't advance her standing, it seemed to set her back. She was stuck with speaking in riddles and vague statements which could be interpreted different ways.
She snarled silently as she pulled the curtains shut violently. The door she had no trouble remembering after the embarassing initial incident with Chandra. The window was another story. Something about the shadows which were cast when the curtains were pulled shut disturbed Zayne. It installed a nameless fear in her. Setting her hands shaking and her pupils widening in a basic adrenaline response.
She looked about the room for something to punish. Someone had to pay for her failure to achieve her aims. She would have preferred to punish herself, but that would be noted. It would mar her perfect exterior. It would handicap her in the long term. Someone else would have to substitute.
Her roaming eye fell on the stuffed animal on the bed. The cute, fluffy, white stuffed polar bear with the pink lace bow around its neck. Kam had bought it for Zayne on a random shopping trip. It was a sign of Zayne's mixed success and thus her ultimate failure. It would serve.
Zayne sat carefully on the edge of her bed, arranging her skirts so they wouldn't wrinkle. Her breathing had increased in anticipation of her task, becoming more shallow. She stretched out one arm, allowing the bangles to jingle jarringly. She could allow herself such a freedom behind her closed door. She could allow herself this moment of weakness, of imperfection. After all, she was about to atone for such a transgression.
She started in on the bear by inspecting the seams with one soft fingertip. She was looking for a point of weakness. A loose stitch, a spot where someone had been careless and let something unravel. Or somewhere they simply hadn't secured properly. She found on the left side of the bear's neck. An excellent place to start. Pulling carefully at the loose piece of thread she found there, gently teasing it out of the set stitches, she felt stuffing begin to ooze out of the bear's neck. She halted her pulling then, thrusting a finger into the hole she had created and pulling out a long strand of twined stuffing fibers.
As she gazed on what constituted the bear's guts, Zayne couldn't help but feel a trill of success. She would rip this animal apart, bit by bit. And when he had finished, she would feel up to going downstairs - just in time for dinner. The bear would join other victims of Zayne's abortive rage in the locked suitcase below her bed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:33 am
Outer Appearance
"This is cute," Kam said, admiring a yellow and white gigham checked sundress.
She looked to Zayne to gauge the girl's reaction to the piece of clothing. Kam hardly wanted to put Zayne into a piece of clothing she didn't like. Zayne had arranged face into a pleased smile by the time Kam's eyes met hers and she nodded slightly in approval. The pale colors would play up the darkness of her hair and the shape of the dress would make her appear slender, if slightly thin and waifish. It would create the effect she was trying to cultivate - that of a slight, delicate girl.
"I like the colors," Zayne said quietly, appearing slightly nervous at the number of people in the store. It was busier than usual due to the same sale that had drawn her and Kam here today. Pairs of mothers and their daughters floated around the store, snatching up pieces of clothing and moving to the back trying rooms where a line stretched out into the store proper.
With a smile, Kam looked through the dresses and pulled one in Zayne's size off the rack.
"Maybe a skirt and blouse set," she said, almost to herself. "And then some stockings and shoes. You'll want new clothes for school. Put your best foot forward."
School? Zayne had to stifle the startled yelp that threatened to emerge. She had assumed, since Chandra did not attend school that she would not have to either. Looking down to cover her response, Zayne childishly twisted one foot inwards in the picture of nervous confusion. She clasped her hands together so Kam would think she was trying to stop them from shaking.
"I did not know I would need to attend school," she whispered desperately.
Kam raised her eyebrows, looking down at the top of her daughter's head. She reached out one hand to place her hand softly over the perfect part there.
"Don't worry," she said sympathetically. "I'm sure all of the other children will love you."
Zayne shook her head slightly, slipping out from under her mother's hand. She wasn't worried about the other children. Likely they would be as easy as Kam to deceive. It was her plans that were in trouble. The more time she spent away from home, the less time she would have to work her charms.
"Thank you mom." Zayne took a step forward to hug her mother, knowing this was the reassurance Kam would want that she was a good mother. "I will be happy to have new clothes for school."
Kam smiled, hugging her daughter back for a moment before turning to wander over to another rack of clothing. She picked up a light lavender cotton blouse with a cute little ruffle along the front buttons and held it up for Zayne to inspect.
"What about this? Maybe with one of those knee length gray skirts we looked at earlier."
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:34 am
Playing Games
"Would you like to play cards with me?" Zayne asked, standing politely outside of Chandra's room with a deck of cards clasped in one small fist.
Chandra looked up from where she was performing some sort of maintenance on the swarm of sprockets that lived in her room and nodded seriously, setting down her tools where she sat.
"Very well. What and where shall we play?"
Zayne felt a small trill of triumph at Chandra's assent, but her eyes betrayed nothing.
"Kam just taught me a new game yesterday. We will need a big playing surface, so I suggest the living room coffee table."
Chandra nodded again and stodd slowly, stretching as she reached her full height. Even her small white wings twitched slightly, sending a few fluffy feathers drifting to the floor.
"Lead on."
Zayne bobbed quickly, aborting the curtesy she seemed driven to by Chandra's quiet imperious air, before turning to go down the stairs to the living room.
Chandra trailed behind the younger girl, wondering quietly why she was suddenly being so friendly after a week or so of frozen silence. There was something very wrong with Zayne in Chandra's opinion, but she wasn't sure what exactly. Only time would tell what sort of schemes lurked behind her rather innocent exterior.
Several minutes later, Zayne and Chandra were seated across from each other at the living room table. Zayne had arranged a series of cards on the table, while rapidly spitting out rules. Chandra absorbed this all with a calm she knew would be unsettling to her opponent. In card games her unnatural stillness served her well.
"What is the name for this game?" Chandra asked quietly, picking up a handful of cards and fanning them out in front of her.
"Spite and malice." Zayne answered, mirroring Chandra's motions with her own. "Or it is alternately known as mischief."
She looked up at her older "sister" over the top of her own cards. She couldn't read Chandra, she doubted seriously that anyone could, but it didn't matter. The point of the game was not whether she won or lost, but how she played the game. If she won it would simply be a bonus, a little added sweetness to savor on the long road to her ultimate goal.
"You start," she said, rather unnecessarily she saw as Chandra placed her first card down.
zayne's tricky nature wasn't really any match for Chandra's sharp intelligence. Five games later, none of them close, Zayne sat back with a sigh. She just didn't have the patience to plan far enough ahead. Always in the beginning it seemed she was winning, but at some point the balance would suddenly shift in Chandra's favor - and at that point the game was swiftly won. There was a lesson there, she mused, but it was beyond her at the moment.
"Thank you for playing cards with me." Zayne began picking up the cards, getting them lined and piled up so she could slide them back into their box.
"Anytime." Chandra said, standing.
Anytime. Zayne rolled the word over in her mind while she looked down at what she was doing. Excellent. This was exactly as she had hoped.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:35 am
PD with Olivia! With a heavy sigh, Kam used her free hand to push open the door to the stationary store where she had found Zayne. She had meant to come back here sooner, but somehow life always got busy when she made those sort of commitments to herself. "Come along dear," she said kindly, gripping Zayne's hand firmly. "It is about time you returned to the place you came from. If this works as things normally do around here, they'll be more children like you here." Zayne smiled and used her free hand to brush her heavy black hair behind one shoulder. She had mixed feeling about this. On one hand, she preferred to control her own environment but on the other, more people meant more friends. Nyxa was already inside, perched on the old couch that occupied much of the main room. Olivia was seated on her knee, the two deeply involved in a game of patty cake. Hearing someone enter, Olivia missed Nyxa's move, gripping her mother's shirt and hoisting herself up on chubby, wobbly baby legs. Wide violet eyes peered at the newcomer: since her first interaction with Tybalt, Livvie was much more wary about just accosting someone with affection. Nyxa turned at the waist, a small smile on her lips. "Hello! I was wondering if someone would show up." She turned her smile to the child that was with the woman, idly wondering if the dark-haired little one was a Tale, too. Shrinking a little against her mother's side, Zayne stared silently at Olivia with wide eyes. Kam looked down and couldn't help but smile. She had wondered whether Zayne was really the type to greet others easily. "Hello," she said with a half-wave, grimacing as her other hand was gripped even tighter. "I'm Kam and this suddenly shy little girl is Zayne." Zayne had by now completely retreated behind Kam and was staring out from behind her knees. Chuckling softly at the shy child, Nyxa smiled. "I'm Nyxa and this," she jerked her head is Liv's direction, "is Olivia. Liv or Livvie for short, though she answers to pretty much anything." Olivia, who'd been watching Zayne intently, narrowed her eyes in a creepy look before raising her arms upwards and shrieking, "ZAYNE." Blinking twice, Liv clapped her hands before making grabby hands at the other little girl. She wanted to play! At the shriek Zayne, oddly seemed comforted and shuffled out from behind her mother's legs. She tugged carefully on Kam's hand, not wanting to go the distance alone. "Hi," Zayne muttered. "Liv." Kam's eyes widened at Olivia's reaction, but responded to her daughter's tugging by closing the distance to the couch. "Olivia seems very... energetic." She said carefully, keeping an eye on her. "It is nice to meet you Nyxa. I assume Olivia also came from an odd book?" It was a bizarre question, but Kam had a hunch Nyxa would know what she was referring to. Nyxa winced at Liv's ear-splitting shriek, still not used to the loud baby, even after all this time. "Yeah, she's a handful and a half. It's nice to meet you too, and yes, Liv came from an odd book with a weird sense of humor. Shaking her head at the memory, Nyxa smiled. Olivia, meanwhile, was VERY interested in Zayne's long black hair. It was so pretty; she'd never met anyone with such pretty long hair. Olivia was instantly warmed by the fact that Zayne didn't seem to be startled by her, unlike that 'bass-urd' Tybalt. Reaching forth with a chubby hand, Liv gestured mildly, "Hair nice, okay!" Kam smiled at Nyxa and tried subtly to push Zayne forward towards Olivia. Even if she was rambunctious, Olivia seemed like a nice little girl. It would be nice for Zayne to have some friends her own age. "Thanks." Zayne said, blushing involuntarily. For all the exercise over herself she practiced at home, she was having trouble when presented with a new situation. "Your hair is bright." It was meant as a compliment, but it didn't really come out like one. "Kids coming out of books," Kam sighed as she side stepped Zayne and sat on the couch by Nyxa. "Who would have thought." Nyxa nodded and patted Olivia's diapered bum. "Ahh, no kidding. I never thought that writing such an answer in the book would have gifted me with another baby." Olivia was still learning new words, and she tilted her head at Zayne's comment. "Bright." Like a lightbulb? "Thank yoo." She grinned at Zayne and motioned for the other girl to come closer. Yeah, talking about hair was all good and well, but Olivia wanted to TOUCH it. "Feel it, please?" Yessss, perhaps these manners that Nyxa was trying to teach would actually pay off? Kam leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs, glad to be able to sit down. It had been a long day and Chandra's growing up had made her feel old. "So you have other children?" Zayne, meanwhile drifted closer to Olivia. Exchanging compliments had to be a positive sign, she reasoned. Perhaps now they would play something. Like house, or dress up - although Zayne didn't see any dolls or clothing. "Ok." Zayne nodded and leaned her head towards Olivia so she could feel her hair. Nyxa nodded, "Yeah, two others. Well, three." She chuckled, "Adrienne, Luc and Kyata. It's tough to keep up with them all. Adrienne is the oldest, Luc is.. on an island with my ah.. alternate self, and Kyata hails from a sushi restaurant. You?" Olivia ran her fingers through Zayne's hair and nodded. "Oh yes." A hair fetishist, just like her mother. "So nice." Liv bounced demandingly and Nyxa plopped her on the floor. Olivia instantly crawled over to Zayne and stood on wobbly legs. "You nice, not like Tybalt. Meeeeeeean baby." Kam opened her eyes as she listened to Nyxa. This woman had as many children as she did. How did she keep up? Kam would have to try and remember to ask when she knew her better. "I have an older daughter, Chandra, Zayne here, and then two... err... fairies that live with me and apparently can only live by being bonded to me." Zayne flipped back her hair with a smile and reached out to touch Olivia's hair. So bright, like the new quilt she had gotten from her grandma. As she moved her arm, her bracelets jingled loudly - startling her slightly. "Who is Tybalt?" Zayne said slowly, having learned her mastery of English from her older sister. Nyxa nodded, "I have to admit no matter how crazy things get, I love being a mother." Her lips formed into a wry smile as she half-heartedly eavesdropped on Olivia's conversation with Zayne. "What did the book say to you?" Olivia crooned softly and attempted a few steps: she was new at walking, and didn't do it very well. These steps brought her closer to Zayne, and gleefully she detailed the detestable Tybalt. "'nother baby. Mean, called me a wench!! Tried to hug feet, he say no, tried to be nice, he too mean." She babbled giddily before silencing, tilting her head, "You know Ezra? Nala?" "Who are you?" Kam said, trailing off a little as she remembered. "What did it say to you?" Zayne sank to the floor rather abruptly, squishing her skirt beneath her uncharacteristically. "No. I do not know people. Just you?" She ended with a half hearted smile. Kam had been keeping this from her. All these kids already knew eachother and not her. They were no doubt having tons of fun together while she was stuck at home with a sister she could never catch up to. Nyxa shook her head, remembering the wacky answer she'd put down to the strange question. "It asked me 'What have you done?' And I replied with, 'Oh, something crazy.' Then Olivia appeared." Liv plopped down as well, eyebrows raising. "You don't know other babiessss? That's sad!" A sad expression flitted across her features, "Lots of babies here, you can meet more, okay?" She patted Zayne's knee sympathetically, shaking her head. Her next sentance was random and out of the blue, something typical for Liv, "I hate pink." "I replied with another question," Kam admitted. "I didn't really want to answer some strange book, so I wrote 'Who do you want me to be?'" Feeling mildly comforted by how nice Liv was being to her, without her even having to make an effort, Zayne perked up. Only to have that feeling dashed by Olivia's next words. Now this presented a dilemma. Zayne liked pink, quite a lot actually, but she couldn't very well admit that and lose the only friend she had made - her foot in the door so to speak. In the end she vowed never to like pink in Olivia's presence. "Me too." She said firmly. "What color do you like?" Nyxa couldn't fight the laugh that rose from her throat, "Slick answer! I had no clue what to write, so I just kinda.. wrote something." She shook her head, stretching her back with a small twist. Olivia chewed on her lower lip, deep in thought. "Umm, green and orange and blue and purple." She paused, clapping her hands with delight, "Sister Dri loves pink, makes me wear it. Ewwch." She stuck her tongue out in distaste, shaking her head. "What color for you?" "Same colors." Zayne said quickly, glad purple was on the list. She picked at the purple dress she had on, to demonstrate her total agreement. "I wear purple a lot. My sister only wears white and black. I don't like bo~ring colors." Kam grinned, proud of her quick thinking. "I have to wonder what the answer means for Zayne though. It doesn't seem like it would give her much structure." Nyxa smiled, lowering her voice, "It does seem like it'd mean hesitancy, I suppose. Liv's answer makes me doubt her mental stability." She shook her head, "I wish I'd answered with some brilliant reply, but it was the first thing that came to mind." Olivia was oblivious to anything but Zayne, thoroughly delighted that they seemed to have so much in common. Liv wasn't much of a 'player,' per se, enjoying interaction so much more. "We have a puppy, Dri's puppy Lucy. He's MEAN, too. You have pets?" Kam nodded in agreement. "It is tough to stop and think when a random book is asking you qiestions. I have to wonder why Huni doesn't keep the thing under lock and key." "A puppy?" Zayne asked, puzzled. She knew a lot of things, but puppies weren't one of them. "No pets for me. My sister has a fandan... fandanga... a spinny machine that talks. And a bird that likes to take baths." "No doubt! I'd have stuffed that book away, myself. I never once in my life thought I'd come into contact with a book that writes and sprouts babies." Nyxa crossed her arms over her chest and peered at Olivia, if only to assure herself that the baby was behaving. It seemed she was, and Nyxa turned back to Kam. "Liv hasn't met many of the other babies." Livvie frowned slightly, "Spinny 'chine? Is it nice? Lucy is pretty mean, I don't know. I want a pet spider! His name would be Blue and he'd be so nice. Or a pet rat. His name would be Dave." Earnestly wondering what Zayne's take on the whole situation was, Liv leaned close, "What'chu think? Spider or rat? What pet would you want?" Kam grimaced a little, once again reminded of her short-comings as a mom. "This is Zayne's first trip to the store. She hasn't met anyone." Oh dear, a choice. Was this a test? Zayne's forhead wrinkled in concentration as she thought about the options. Honestly both alternatives creeped her out. Her mom had said rats were dirty to keep her out of the basement and according to the TV, spiders were hairy and ate their food while it was still alive. Mentally flipping a coin, Zayne opened her mouth and let whatever came to mind spill out. "Either one would be good. I like the name Blue. Maybe you could get a blue colored spider, so he was the same as his name." Nyxa eeped, "Ahh, don't worry. It took me ages to get in here, and the first Tale that Liv met was Nalira. Then Ezra and Tybalt. I'm sure the others are just as nice, I feel bad for not getting Liv in here more." Listening to Zayne intently, Liv nodded, "Yes. Or maybe both, even! I wonder if there are blue spiders, hmm." She tilted her head slightly, patting Zayne's knee. "You could come visit my pets at my house, and meet Dri and even Lucy if you want to. Mommy normally keeps him outside when there are people coming over, though." She lowered her voice to a loud whisper, "Dri has pink hair, but don't hate her." "I just get overwhelmed by work at times." Kam admitted, blushing a little. "I'm not the best at keeping track of time. It is probably a miracle that none of my kids have starved to death." Zayne tilted her head to the side and reached out to pat Olivia's hand. This touching thing seemed to be a sign of friendship. "Some spiders are big enough to eat rats." The thought disgusted Zayne, but Olivia had already professed to like both types of animals. "You could come to my house too." It seemed appropriate to return the offer, even though this would mean hiding all the pink stuff in her room. "And see my stuffed animals." Nyxa chuckled, nodding. Ahh, she knew exactly what that felt like. "I think all mothers get a little overwhelmed at times. It's nothing to be ashamed of, really." Liv got a little excited at the prospect of spiders munching on rats, though she did feel a little bad for the poor rats. They seemed so cuddly, really. "It would be fun, yeah? I like stuffed animals, but I broke one the other day. Tybalt made me so angry." She flushed in rage as the thought of that darned Tybalt's actions causing to to bust her stuffed bunny. "He's a pisser." She warily glanced at her mom, but Nyxa hadn't noticed the naughty language. "Thanks." Kam said sincerely. "I worry you know, but I imagine everyone does. It is a big resposibility to take care of another living being." Zayne gaped as Liv admitted she had destroyed a stuffed animal. She had done the same thing, but had been to believe that wasn't normal by her older sister. Well, what to say? She wasn't positive this wasn't a trick. Some way to trap her into admitting she was weird. That she messed up and took it out on others. So she recovered and nodded seriously, "You can put them right again. You have to sew them with a needle. Put the fluffy stuff back in." She pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment before deciding that pisser wasn't a word she had ever heard. "What is a pisser?" "Ahh, yeah. I just roll with the punches. One can't please everyone, I just do what I can. Priorities." Nyxa nodded wisely before peering down at the intent conversation that was going on between the girls. "Oh! I could fix it with my new kit my mom got me, a sewing kit. That is such a good idea. Yes, bunny is pretty mucked up, but I was just so angry at Tybalt when I got home.." she trailed off, trying to think of the best way to describe a pisser. "Well, a pisser is someone who makes you so so angry that you just want to break something or punch someone. Tybalt is a big, BIG pisser. You'll meet him and see." Nyxa gasped in horror. "OLIVIA. That sort of language is NOT allowed, don't teach Zayne such naughty words!" Olivia looked rightly rebuked, and Nyxa shook her head. "We should be going, Kam. It was a pleasure to meet the both of you. Zayne, you are a lovely child, and you're both welcome in our home whenever you'd like."
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:36 am
Port Gino: The Faerie Slipper [Blood on My Hands]I woke, retching, to the overwhelming metallic smell of blood.
My movements slow and clumsy, as if I was someone else, I moved my head so that my hands swam into my blurry field of vision. I knew, like I often knew things I shouldn't, that they would be coated in the crimson substance that meant death.
When I woke for the second time, I was back in my attic bedroom staring at the tapestry that hung on the ceiling over my bed. Elephants marching around in a circle in alternation with peacocks. All of it rendered in a red that made the pit of my stomach sink uncomfortably.
As details flooded came in as flashes, single frames frozen in time, it was difficult to tell whether it had been a dream or a vision. It felt so real, so impossibly vivid. It almost seemed too real to be anything but an actual event.
Rough concrete walls, echoing with cruel laughter. Blurry rays of light pushing into a dark space through a grimey window. Isolated pieces of furniture, bent or broken, and throwing shadows that seemed to crawl in the dim light. A shadow in the corner.
It was tough to tell at times, what was real and what was vision. Like the visions were beginning to bleed into my sense of self. It wasn't always like this.
In the beginning it was easy to tell reality from the visions of what might be. The visions felt like movies, overlayed on the reality that is my life. Lately, however, they've been getting worse. Not only are the visions hard to seperate from reality, they've begin to hijack my body. While in the grips of a strong vision, I regularly black out and find myself somewhere different at the end than at the beginning.
I feel like I'm constantly asleep, passing from dream to dream. At this point, nothing honestly seems real.
Which is why, when I finally looked down from the tapestry on the ceiling to my hands - I wasn't surprised to find them still coated in blood.
I was suprised later when the blood washed off in the sink, staining the white porcelain a sick pink color. Visions can't be washed off with water.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:37 am
Port Gino: The Faerie Slipper [Dreaming of You]The dreams have started again, but I have to admit I'm no longer sure of whether they're dreams or not.
They come in sets of three, a number I have come to fear. I see it everywhere now. Three dandelions in the back yard, three cars parked on my block. I'm starting to wonder if I've lost my tenuous grip on reality. The night in between repetitions is my only sign I haven't completely lapsed into insanity.
I believe the bracelet is behind this. It has set down roots in my soul and it is taking over, like some sort of poisonous parisitic vine. I can see it, the specks of amber floating in my veins - poisoning me. I wonder daily how long it will take for it to consume me, body and soul. And will I have any inkling that its conquest is imminent?
I tried to remove it, but it looks like I would have to give up my hand to have any chance of getting rid of the abomination. When I tried to slide it off, it just got smaller and smaller until it pinched painfully into my skin.
Another question that puzzles me - who is this woman who appears before my window? Why does she stare at me so intently, but speak not a word?
And above all, why does she feel so familiar? If I could move while she was there, I feel as if I could run into her arms and everything would suddenly be ok. Like she could block out the world for me.
Her eyes are a blinding amber, so I can't look directly at them. Her hair is long, the gentle waves reaching down to her ankles. I can make out no other details with the moonlight streaming in at her back.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:38 am
Port Gino: The Faerie Slipper [As I Slowly Unravel]I spotted some blood on the wall near the door to Chandra's bedroom.
A handprint.
I tried to rub it out with my sleeve, but the fresh blood just smeared over the light colored wall making a more noticable mess.
Why? Why does the blood haunt me so?
I eventually went and got a sponge to remove the stain I had left on the wall, but not before Chandra and Zayne woke up. I had to tell them that the blood was my own from where I had cut myself. I'm not sure they believed me.
I am paranoid that they will find me out. That I will be exposed for whatever it is I have become. I have changed so much on the inside, become so warped from my original self, that I feel they must be able to see it on the outside.
Maybe they have, but haven't said anything.
Perhaps they are conspiring behind my back.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:39 am
Fading Into the Background
Pressed up against the wall outside her door, Zayne stared at Kam's back and tried not to move. If the bloody handprint on the wall before her hadn't tipped her off that this was a bad time to have slipped out for a cup of water, Kam's cryptic muttering under her breath would have.
After several moments passed, during which her mom smeared the bloody handprint into a dizzying swirl, Zayne wondered how she had remained undetected.
Surely her mother should have noticed her?
Especially since she kept glancing around herself, like she expected someone to try and sneak up on her.
But the fact was, Kam hadn't noticed her. She had looked right at Zayne several times and passed her over with her eyes - as if she was just part of the wall.
It didn't make any sense.
When Kam finally left, presumably to go get some cleaning supplies from the bathroom, Zayne slipped back into her room. As she turned and slowly shut the door, trying to make as little noise as possible, she noticed with a start that the hand on the doorknob had taken on a metallic sheen. A sheen that matched the doorknob itself almost exactly.
Was she dreaming?
Zayne shut the door and snuck over to stare at herself in the mirror. She blinked a couple times and rubbed her eyes with her fists, not quite sure what she was seeing. It was almost as if she was fading, transparently superimposed over the reflected image of her room.
And then, in another blink, it was gone. It was the usual image that stood there, gazing into the mirror with wide blue eyes, as she clutched her pale yellow nightgown with pale fists.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:41 am
Make Me Over
Happily engaged in finger painting on the floor of her bedroom, Zayne let her thoughts wander back the morning two days before. As she dipped her fingers into the blue paint to color the sky, she concentrated on making her whole hand that color. If it hadn't been a dream, maybe she could make it work again.
But after a minute of frustration, as a headache set it, Zayne gave up and swept her fingers across the top of the paper in an arch. She had thought it was a dream at first, for who would believe that she could change the color of her skin? But then, when she had emerged from her room to see Kam just finishing cleaning up the blood on the wall, she felt it in the pit of her stomach. The dread certainty that none of it had been a dream.
Why hadn't her mother seen her? The only explanation was that she had somehow literally faded into the wall. But how? And why couldn't she reproduce the effect?
Pursing her lips in satisfaction at the picture she had just completed, Zayne stood and absently wiped her hands down the front of her dress. It wouldn't do to ruin her picture with paint fingerprints.
Skipping downstairs, her hair bouncing slightly behind her, Zayne hummed as she brought her newest picture to the kitchen where she could hang it on the refridgerator for Kam to admire. Kam loved all of Zayne's pictures, no matter how good or bad they were. And so, Zayne painted her one whenever possible.
She skidded to a halt though, as she noticed that her mother wasn't alone in the kitchen. There was a man there, sitting at the island.
As both of them turned to look at who had just skidded into the room, Zayne gave a little half-curtsy, suddenly feeling shy.
"I painted another picture for you mother." Zayne said, studying the strange man from under lowered lashes.
Kam smiled at her daughter, but didn't introduce the man.
"Wonderful. You know how much I like your paintings. Why don't we hang it on the fridge?"
Deftly, Kam plucked the picture from Zayne's hands and ooh'ed over it as she walked over to the fridge where she hung it with a free magnet.
"You've almost covered the entire fridge love." Kam said with a laugh. "We might have to find somewhere else to begin displaying your art."
Zayne nodded solemnly, only half listening to her mother speak. She was more concerned with studying the man sitting at the island. The longer she looked at him, the more sure she was that she had never seen him before. He wasn't one of her mother's coworkers, nor any of the interesting characters who seemed to drift in and out of Chandra's life.
"Who are you?" Zayne demanded of him, willing him to stop avoiding her eyes.
"Zayne!" Kam said, turning abruptly from the fridge where she had been fussing with the arrangement of the pictures there. "That is no way to treat a guest."
Quickly making her way over to her daughter, Kam blocked Zayne's view of the man with her body and hustled her out the door and into the living room.
Kneeling in front of her youngest, Kam took Zayne's face in her hands so she could look her in the eye.
"While you know I love your paintings and I appreciated that you didn't ruin another dress with paint, I will not have you treating guests in that manner. Is that clear?"
Zayne nodded, suddenly wanting to look down. She knew she had wiped paint on her dress again. Kam had given her cute little pink towels to wipe her hands on, but Zayne just couldn't bring herself to defile their fuzzy surface. So why did her mother think the dress was spotless?
With a smile, Kam released her daughter and pushed her gently toward the stairs.
"Now go back upstairs to your room. I'll call you down for lunch when its ready."
Trying hard to resist the urge to look down at her dress, Zayne made her way slowly and deliberately to the stairs, conscious of the way her long shiny hair swung when she walked.
When she finally was back in the safety of her room, she was not surprised to see that her dress was indeed spotless. The paint from earlier had completely disappeared, not only from her dress, but from the backs of her hands as well.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:42 am
Practice Makes Perfect
After she had ruined several outfits trying to duplicate the curious incident in which the paint disappeared off her clothes, Kam punished Zayne by forcing her to wear only dark clothing. This would have worked with a less intelligent and headstrong child, but Zayne simply retaliated by painting her dark clothes with bright yellow suns and small red ladybugs. They weren't the stylish pieces she had acquired before, but they were better than the drab funeral wear they had been meant to be.
Currently Zayne was sitting on one of the tall red wooden stools which stood along the island in the kitchen. She was clad in a shapeless black dress which had hand painted green vines and large purple blossoms all over it. The artist was clearly inexperienced, but passionate about the color - which was smeared to cover as much of the black as possible. Bent over in concentration, Zayne's hair was splayed across the marble surface obscuring whatever she was working so diligently on from the sight of any onlookers.
Had there been any onlookers and had they the ability to see through the curtain of Zayne's hair, they would have seen that she was working hard at tracing letters. Her delicate fist was clasped quite firmly around a red pen (pencils were boring and hardly ladylike) and while she was trying very hard not to do so, she had already gotten ink smudged along the bottom of her wrist where it occasionally brushed the paper.
The tiny girl kicked her legs slightly in the air as she worked, letting out a little rush of air at the end of every line - as if relieved she had made it through another obstacle course. But this was tough work. Never had Zayne had to work so hard to make things go her way. Controlling the pen, which was much too large for her child's hand, was a work which required precision and patience.
Patience, Zayne was beginning to appreciate, took a lot out of a person. And precision could only be gained through repetition and practice - meaning that to produce a thing of beauty and grace Zayne would have to produce many things that were not up to her personal standards. It was an appalling realization to make - that she would not always be good at something when she first tried it.
While she traced, the young Tale puzzled about how she would hide this weakness from others. How would she hide the fact that she wasn't good at everything they were? They would look down on her if they thought they possessed a skill she did not, she just knew it. No one would accord her the respect a lady deserved if they thought they were superior to her in some way.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 5:46 pm
[Picking Up Strays]((Chandra and Dare are LotTs)) Quote: Maybe it was him being grateful, or just nostalgic, that found Dare walking the familiar path to the Legend Headquarters. He'd often come from the side, the same direction his old home had been, a place he'd sworn never to see again. But fields beyond the screen of trees, he knows it's still there, along with those he left behind inside. Hands deep in his pockets, he kicks a stray rock up the path, stopping before the steps. The weather's alright today, why go inside? he reasons, trying especially to talk himself out of it. He'd promised to leave them with the last impression he gave, and nothing more, so showing his face now would spoil the slightly younger and more naive Legend image he'd fit months earlier. He stands by himself, full teenaged height again, concentration fading and eyes hazing over, blurring the vision of the large doors in front of him. Quote: "Why?" Zayne whined, dragging her heels as Chandra mercilessly tugged her along. "I want to stay home!" Pausing for a moment and pulling her younger sister closer, so she could speak to her quietly, Chandra sighed. "Mother said to take you out. You need more socialization or you'll become odd - like me." The Legend shrugged. "You are a bit odd." Then, without another word, Chandra turned and continued up the sidewalk to the HQ, still dragging her protesting younger sister behind her until she gets close enough to see someone standing on the front steps. Oh, she thinks to herself. Oh dear. "Why are we stopping?" Zayne whined again, more loudly this time. "I'm burning in the sun. I'll get freckles!" Quote: Hearing nothing, Dare shrugs his jacket higher on his shoulders, though having no reason to even wear one in the summer heat. No one's probably even here. There's no danger in going in if no one's there. But- there's always the chance someone is. Isn't it nearly every time I come that someone, new face or old friend, is behind those doors? Taking a few steps backwards with his vision fading back in to clarity, Dare turns around to leave the way he came. It was a mistake to come, anyway. But he stops suddenly, rubber soled shoes digging into the path's gravel, at the sight of who has caught him. "Chandra," he breathes, obviously much more alert having been caught off guard. He nods in greeting, averting his eyes immediately to the grass. Quote: "You should have brought an umbrella," Chandra said, not looking at her younger sister. Her grip tightened as she noticed Dare wasn't meeting her eyes, and then she suddenly dropped Zayne's arm. "Hello Dare," she said, neutrally. "You look like you are feeling better." Looking back and forth between Chandra and Dare, Zayne pouted noticably. No one was paying attention to her. "Who is he?" She asked petulantly, crossing her arms over her chest. Quote: "I'm feeling a lot better, too," he adds, nodding carefully with hopes that she'll get what he means without him having to say it. With the voice of Zayne drawing his attention, his face switches to confusion, quickly masked by curiosity. Crouching down, he offer her a hand and a bright smile. "M'name's Dare. And you are..?" Quote: Suddenly smiling graciously, Zayne extended a hand to just barely touch her fingers to Dare's delicately. "I am Zayne. Chandra's younger sister." She looked back up at Chandra for a moment to give her a predatory smile, before looking at Dare again. Raising her eyebrows, Chandra chose not to react to Zayne's look. Crossing her arms over her chest, she debated what she could even say to Dare at this point. Quote: "Sister!" he exclaims cheerfully, perhaps too much so. "Well, that's great. Chandra never told me about a sister. You're a lovely young lady, Zayne!" Standing up, he brushes his fingers above his right eyebrow, dragging hair with him. Biting the inside of his lower lip, he adjusts to looking down at Chandra again, whereas before.. well. He wished that could be stricken from memory. At Chandra's silence, he smiles weakly, stepping aside. "Well, I was.. about to leave, really. I could stay and keep you two company but I'm sure you probably have plenty of other activites planned that don't need me intruding in on." Stepping lightly out of Dare's jacket pocket, Risk the sleepy mouse shakes his head, dropping in a freefall towards the ground. At what seems to be the last moment, he grabs hold of a pant leg, scurrying the rest of the way down himself and making a straight path towards the younger of the two females, nothing more noticable to someone of a greater height than a rabbit in the field or butterfly in the air. Quote: Having lost his attention, Zayne loses interest in Dare immediately. Leaning over a bit, she brushes methodically at her skirt - brushing out invisible wrinkles. "Oh," Chandra said, finding herself a bit out of words suddenly. "No, we had nothing planned." Searching for a reason to keep Dare around, Chandra looked down at her toes. "You look nice, all grown up." It was not what she meant to say and mentally she kicked herself before overcompensating. "I didn't mean that," she said, looking up again and blinking at him. "You are always making me say the things I intend to keep silent." Quote: Laughing quietly, Dare is clearly amused at this. "Do I, now?" he inquires in faux-disbelief. "Everything about you is up in the air, Chandra, so I don't exactly know how to take that." Scurrying around Zayne's ankles, Risk chatters to himself quietly, speaking a slew of English and his native tongue. "Shinies?" he mutters, looking for a way to climb up onto her, darting quickly here and there in an overly hyped motion. "Find more shinies, yes, trade you, yes, manythingsmanythings - all shiiiiny!" Quote: Sapphire eyes widening in wonder, Zayne kneels carefully, her bracelets clinking as she moves and peers at him. "Shinies?" She questions him, "What are shinies?" "Up in the air?" Chandra asks slowly, coloring slightly. She is unfamiliar with the expression and unsure how to take his tone. If only she could truly rid herself of this concern for his well-being and opinion. "I do not know how to take you. I worry about you when you are not present and I wonder whether you think about me." Leaning forward slightly, she lets her hair shift forward and screen her face. Quote: Grinning wildly, the mouse puffs out his chest, jacket jingling. "Shinies!" he shrieks shrilly, pawing excitedly at the bracelets but not managing to touch them with his small height. Grabbing a hold of his tail, he jitters and nips at the air, tasting it. "Shinies pretty, yes, reFLECT sunnysunsun, YES." He coughs, reaching into his jacket to pull out a stolen ring, sliding it between his two paws and holding it high above his head triumphantly. "Shinies. My shinies, not yours. Mine. Mineyes, unless trade for better shinies." He licks his lips and gives her another grin. Taking this as an odd sort of confusion contest, Dare steps forward towards her, hands returned to his pockets. "That's sweet of you, Chandra. Dunno why you'd do it, s'only me and I'm not a big worry.." Olive green eyes moving to the left, pretending he saw something elsewhere, Dare seeks a distraction to not allow himself to get too involved in this conversation. His eyes catch the light as he briefly looks back at her, expression softening as red hair brushes down and outlines both cheeks. "And if I do think about you? What's this knowledge worth to you?" He speaks quieter now, his tone visibly careful. Quote: Fingering a bracelet with her right hand, Zayne gives the mouse's proposal some thought. Finally having made up her mind, she slips one of her silver bracelets off her arms and dangles it just out of reach. "What else do you have to trade?" She asks, whispering. "I don't wear rings." "Worth to me?" Chandra looks up in confusion, wrinkling her brow so this emotion would be apparent. "I do not seek this information because it has some material worth to me. I just... want to know. I feel it would settle me to know." Quote: Emptying his pockets, he, surprisingly, has a lot. Besides the ring and what he left behind in Dare's pocket, Risk shows her a dozen silver and gold necklaces, two beaded bracelets with shimmering plastic beads, and a good twenty-some-odd earrings, none seeming to match. Visibly shaking, Risk eyes all of his valuables. "Shines, all shines, good shinies, look pritsy on girly likes you, yes. Yesyes." He nibbles on the end of his own tail, eyeballing the collection laid out at his feet for trading purposes. Trying to hide the fact that he's enjoying this, Dare reaches over to her cheek and runs his fingers over her jawline. His face remains neutral until he brings his hand back to resting in his pocket. "This really isn't the place for me to open up to you and say so," he finally decides to say, disappointed in himself for settling on that. Quickly, he masks that, gesturing with his hand to busy himself from making other stupid decisions. "If it'll bring peace to your mind, I'll own up to thinking about you quite a bit. How you're doing, what you're up to, if you're movin' on without me, where you are and if you're safe -" He shakes his head slowly, but not in such a way to mean anything. "Sometimes I think about seeing you again, but it never ends up how I imagine it out. I always mess it up, one way or another." He coughs out a laugh. "I always tell myself then to just stop trying, I only set myself up for disappointment if I aim too high." Quote: "Wow," Zayne breathed, surveying the collection of jewelry before her. Poking at a golden necklace she offered up one bracelet. "Fair trade," she said firmly, "Gold for gold." Chandra moves back slightly, nodding. She has managed to arrange her face back into the mask it normally is, and has her breathing under control. She can't, however, look Dare in the face. "Nothing ever ends up the way you imagine it," she says quietly. "Reality always gets in the way." If only she had the ability to make him feel the way she does. To make him see the way his presence unsettles her and makes her feel unsure of herself and her intentions. "You could try," she says finally, meeting his eyes with her own amber ones. "You could try to make it happen the way you imagine." Quote: Risk raises an eyebrow, but nods greedily, shovelling away his loot. Once it's all gone, he nervously holds out the necklace in both paws. "Yours now. Shinies mine. Yours good, look nice on girl." He hiccups, licking his lips again with a glance at the bracelet. Dare sighs in fake exasperation, revealed by the faint smile on his face. "Why not? I'm on my way out of town again, so if I mess things up again I can just be on my way, an' the only thing that'll bug me will be my conscious. An' I already know I can deal with that." Ignoring his mind's screams to run away, Dare moves in and kisses her for a short time, long enough to drag his fingers down her neck. He backs up immediately, head down with his hand rubbing the back of his own neck. "Sorry. I'd better be going, then," he mumbles, trying his best not to look at her, and especially not stay long enough for a reaction. Quote: Nodding, Zayne holds out the bracelet in one hand while holding the other out palm up for her new necklace. "You know," she said with a malicious grin, "I have many more shinies at my house." If Dare thought he could kiss Chandra and walk away, he really underestimated her. Blinking a couple times and then scowling, she snapped, "You think you can just kiss me and leave? If you plan to dangle this in front of me and then take it away on a whim - I do not want it." Clenching her hands at her sides, she tried to breathe deeper - to calm herself down, but the kiss had unsettled her. She was feeling all warm and yet the pit of her stomach was cold - it wasn't unpleasant, but unexpected. "I only want what you can freely offer me," she said finally. "I have no desire for another one-sided relationship, even if I am on the other side." Quote: Risk's eyes widen, and he hugs the bracelet to his furry face. "More where? Give address!" he demands, stepping up on his toes with the help of his tail to keep balanced. "More shinies, always more shinies, trades, yesyes, I go, I find, I come, yesyes.." Swallowing sharply, Dare frowns deeply, eyes raising and peeking out from behind red hair. He fully intended to walk off, to not acknowledge her reactions, but she makes it perfectly clear that it'll do him worse that way. Taking clenched hands in his own gloved hands, he tries to smooth his breathing. "I don't intend on having this one sided. I never did," he admits, though he suddenly wants to take that back. "I'm an unstable person. I don't know where I'll be ten minutes from now, let alone a week, a month, or a year. I'm sure you want something much more concrete than anything I could offer an' provide." Quote: "I can take you there," Zayne promises. "Why don't you ride in my pocket?" She kneels even lower and opens a pocket on the side of her skirt for Risk to climb in. "I want you," Chandra says, pulling her hands away sharply. "I am not perfect, why would I ask that you be?" Her mouth pressed together in a firm line, Chandra steps back from Dare and leans down to grab Zayne's arm - it's her turn to try and escape now. "I am sure we will meet again, should we choose to or not." Quote: Risk gains a dodgy look, but climbs inside, thrilled with the promise of more shinies. He's already exhasted his options at Dare's place, and he knows how to get back there once he gets bored of this one. "Yesyes," he chatters, sliding into the pocket with ease. Dare holds out his arm in front of Chandra. "Oh no, you're not leaving that easy if I couldn't," he states firmly. "I don't want to leave this up to another chance meeting that we're brought together again." He holds his arm there for a few more seconds before dropping it. "But I sure as hell can't stop you. Go, if that's what you think is the best solution to this.. whatever it was." It's difficult to read into this, with Dare keeping his voice as neutral as possible, though shakiness does leak in. His face is also lowered and mostly covered by red hair, blocking out his expression from her direct view. Quote: Delighted, Zayne stands and then pets the pocket containing her new toy. "We're gonna be good friends," she whispers to the inhabitant. "I'll give you lots of shinies." With a sigh, Chandra remains - but is clearly reluctant to do so. She leaves Zayne to whatever the odd girl has managed to amuse herself with and looks back at Dare. "Whatever this is?" She raises an eyebrow at Dare. "I thought we were friends. As far as I have seen this has not crossed into anything more. I have entertained the hope at times that it might be something else - but it is not." Quote: Risk chatters softly, rubbing the new shiny to his furry face. "Yesyes," he croons, running small paws over the shiny. "Lotsofshinies." "Is it?" barks Dare, eyes flashing as he looks up quickly. "Friends just, kiss each other all the time, that's what you're saying. Are you giving up on that hope? Did I do something wrong - again?" Frustrated, Dare pulls back his hair with both hands pressed to his head, growling. Taking a step backwards he holds out his arms. "If you're not going, I am. I didn't come here for this; I don't even know why I came here at all." Quote: Sneaking a hand into her pocket, Zayne offered her new toy a piece of cookie she had stashed in the other pocket. "Want some cookie? Mommy makes them just for me. Not for Chandra, oh no." "We do not kiss eachother all the time," Chandra said reasonably. "And I never said I gave up hope. It is just that things come between us - or one of us leaves. We are not in a place where this works correctly." She shrugged, trying to be less concerned about the situation. "Someday it will." "But go," she said, kissing her palm and then darting in to lay it quickly on his forehead. "You clearly have places you would rather be." Quote: Cookie? That's the second best word, next to shinies!! Risk pokes his nose out the pocket, nodding furiously and greedily gobbling down the piece offered to him. "You's best, cookies and shinies, goodexcellentyumyum SHINIES." He hiccups the last word, thoroughly licking his paws. He touches her outstretched arm, feeling his fingers brush against the material of her sleeve. "I don't consider any place more preferable than where I can be with you," he barely chokes out, eyebrows furrowed. He's worked up, unsure now whether to lean more to the angry or sad feelings rushing up and opposing each other violently. Brushing his fingers over hers, he pulls away from her so that her hand falls with his. Mentally capturing this image of her, he turns and walks away, shoving his hands away into his jacket pockets, eyes on the dirt and gravel beneath his feet. I won't look back, I won't.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 7:57 pm
Zayne''s Feien Journal [New Beginnings]I am lerning 2 rite so sorry this is not very gud. Sunil can rite so I am going 2 mayk hir teech me 2 rite beder. Sunil is my nu fary and I dint no how 2 spel hir name but she told me. She is not very nis, but I lyk hir neway. She has preddy bloo hare.
I also got anuther fary naymd Ruya. She is a bloom. She is more preddy thin Sunil. Evrybuddy lyks Ruya.
I went 2 the fary stoor yestaday and I met a doktor. His naym was Doktor M. He was ok. I also met 2 boi farys. Wun ov them was lyk Sunil and he sed sum sware wurds. The other fary was nyce. His naym was Aleric. He was purpul. I lyk purpul. It is my fayvoryt culur.
I hop Ruya grows soon. I think she will be a preddy fary.
~ Zayne
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