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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:58 pm
Dear Journal,
Apparently, I'm turning into D-corps dumping grounds. First the furry red thing and now they got in contact with me. Said they have another kid, a little girl this time. Not as physical as Lian is, very quiet. Her father was forced to give her up due to inadequate care and they'd like to give her to a person with experiance and financial stabability.
I'm living with two men. We have a crazy red-thing on our hands, Rakha is a slave and Daemon is just... ******** crazy. Why do they keep sending kids to me? I hate kids.
ARGH to kids.
But she's quiet, supposedly. Here's to hoping.
Rakha says he's amused at my aprehension. He would be, that b*****d. He wants kids. Daemon doesn't care, I think, but Rakha is in that whole 'kids are a blessing, they help your house survive' bullshit. Why can't they give these kids to Rapier? She's a better mom.
I need a drink.
Damnit.
-Dagger
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:59 pm
Apparently, the child was terrified. She was quiet and rather subdued behind the scientest who led her to Daggers home. The abode was large and too rich for nearly anyones taste; the second story had thick drapes pulled over all of the windows.
Dagger herself was trying to be as cheerful as she could be for this new arrival. Lian was fidgeting and he had begged Dagger not to smother this girl in her breasts like she had him. The blonde laughed, hauling him closer for a tight, boob-smothering hug, her fingers curling in his hair cheerfully.
"No worries, no worries!" She had cried, giving the muffled child another squeeze before releasing him. Lian had gasped and recieved a sympathetic pat on the back from Rakha, whose eyes had been trained elsewhere. Never look at the victim, he had once told the red panda. The predator could smell fear.
But now the girl was here. SHe was small and fragile looking, her pale color bright against the backdrop of the door. Her hands were clasped delicately in front of her, wearing a pink, fluffy looking dress that left her new older brother puzzled.
Dagger wasn't as confused, though. SHe never was. Lian had come to learn that while the blonde was fickle and twittered from one topic to the other, she was stubborn and solid once she had reached a decision. SHe wasn't stupid. And damn, he was glad that she got him, not her sister.
He wanted Azoc around. She was the only thing he really missed.
Lians attention was distracted from his former sister when Dagger swept up, wearing her usual skimpy number, and pulled the swan girl away from the door.
"Now, why are you being so SHY?" The former concubine purred, petting at the curly/wavy hair. "My name is Dagger, dearheart, and this here is Lian. He'll be your new brother. Behind me is Rakhazbun and the dark shadowy thing is Daemon. They're your new daddies."
The small girl blanched a bit, frame wavering as if she was trying to escape from the woman. Dagger didn't let her go, not caring if the girl wanted to flee or not. They waited. All of them waited to hear the smal thing speak.
"I already have a daddy." Her voice was as small as her body, thin and quiet, shoulders tightening. "Thank you."
"Yes, dear, I know. But that daddy can't take care of you anymore, so you're here with us. Don't worry. They aren't bad fathers."
Lian slide foreward, giving his mother a Look despite the cheerful grin on his face. "Maybe I should take care of her right now, Dagger? You're awfully overwhelming, you know."
He recieved a grump in return but the girl was relinquished to him. "I'm not frightening!" WHen her son tried to assure her, no, Dagger just waved her hand. "Just make sure to change her into something... not so pink. Only frou frou girls who can't do anything wear pink. Maybe light eggshell blue. Or cream. Cream would look good. Actually. Rakha! Go help them get a dress for her."
Lian sighed. Rakha kept his inside, but he nodded briefly. Despite the girls little whispered words of 'but I like pink', the two men took her off to keep her from her new mothers overexubriant grasp.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:00 pm
.Keivlos v. Emi. Emi was being pulled around by a short, pleased looking woman. The blonde had her thick hair pulled up along the back of her neck and wearing something....not quite appropriate for mothers to wear. At least the swan was wearing something suitable - no pink was found and it had lace on the trimming. Knee length with small soft slippers... She wasn't in her little ballet uniform anymore. Her new mother wouldn't allow it.
"No more pink, Emi," Dagger was saying, pulling the girl gently down a sidewalk. Luckily it was the 'off point' of the day and it wasn't too crowded. An outside shopping area was good for the girl, who could hardly bear to look someone in the eyes at this point. She had to toughen up. She had to get out of the pink. She had to stop being all....sad. Her father wasn't DEAD, he was just gone, "We need to find you something to cheer you up. NOT a tutu."
"But...I..It feels weird. I like my tutu." Her voice was small but she wasn't resisting when her mother paused outside of a weapon store. "...don't like those."
"Psh. Look at those swords! One of them would be PERFECT for Rapier."
Emi wanted someone familier now, thanks.
"Keivlos?" Madeline looked down at her son who's gaze stood somewhere across the street. Following his line of sight she soon beheld the object of his desire. What a pretty little girl, another one of the D-corp projects, a beatiful swan. It was strange to see projects outside of D-corp so when Madeline did happen to run into one it ruffled her the wrong way. Not that the substitute had anything against the swan, in fact on the few ocasions she had chance to meet Emi she always walked away thinking of just how beautiful the girl was. Meeting children outside of D-corp was just akward, especially when they were with their parents and was all together something Madeline would rather avoid. "Do you know her? " The boy who moments before had been trudging along with as much difficulty as possible now simply nodded is head, it was a 180 of his personality. "Well...why don't you say hello--" They were across the street from Emi and her mother but shouting was above Madeline. Getting up on her tippy-toes the woman with curly hair waved an arm in hopes of catching their attention. Keivlos in the mean time, froze on the spot.
When Dagger twisted around with a grin on her face. She had a birthday present on her mind! She knew just what to get! She - there was a woman flailing across the street at them. The blonde paused, blinking quietly for a long moment. Then! There was a boy there. A dark boy. He was staring at her newest child. "Hey. Hey, Emi."
The swan glanced up at Daggers voice. She hesitated when seeing the boy - the slightly creepy one who never made her feel warm and squishy inside. But he was there. He was familier in a world where she knew nothing and felt comfortable with no one. He was staring back and he wasn't so bad. Just weird. Very weird, but still just weird. He wasn't mean. "...Keivlos." She squeaked out quietly, shoulders arching up to her ear-fluffs. "Revons brother. Stole his face."
"Then let's say hello!" With that, the swan girl was hoisted up under the womans arm. She wriggled in a most undignified way, wings flaring as her new mother sauntered towards the other couple. "Hello! I'm Dagger. Your pretend spawn and my pretend spawn know each other?"
Emi just stared at Revon with an expression of faint helplessness. "........hi."
Madeline had to look away as she watched this new mother pick up Emi, handeling her as if she were a sack or piece of furniture, it reminded the dignified woman of her treating Keivlos as such.
Closer? The two were coming closer? It had been ages since Keivlos had seen Emi, but he could still remember their last encouter clear as day. Emi was truely the only thing which interested him these days or rather, had interested him when he was younger...the pretty white thing. Yes, Keivlos liked her but as far as his mind told him, Emi hated Keivlos. Emi was the last creature on earth the young boy wanted to see at this moment...second only to Revon who was more despised than feared. Forgetting all previous anguish towards his mother the raven boy sunk back into Madeline's thick pink coat...perhpas he could hide? " 'Allo--" Keivlos mumbled behind layers of fabric
Madeline had to look away as she watched this new mother pick up Emi, handeling her as if she were a sack or piece of furniture, it reminded the dignified woman of her treating Keivlos as such.
Closer? The two were coming closer? It had been ages since Keivlos had seen Emi, but he could still remember their last encouter clear as day. Emi was truely the only thing which interested him these days or rather, had interested him when he was younger...the pretty white thing. Yes, Keivlos liked her but as far as his mind told him, Emi hated Keivlos. Emi was the last creature on earth the young boy wanted to see at this moment...second only to Revon who was more despised than feared. Forgetting all previous anguish towards his mother the raven boy sunk back into Madeline's thick pink coat...perhpas he could hide? " 'Allo--" Keivlos mumbled behind layers of fabric
"Pleasure--" Madeline extended out her hand in the customary gesture, " name is Ms. Crossette, or Madeline with informalties aside." Informalties indeed! Raper was un-like any woman Madeline had come across before. It had certainly been a while since mingling with the more...wild type.
Once the swan was deposited onto the ground, Dagger reached over and shook Madelines hand firmly. "I'm Dagger. Just Dagger. It's nice to meet you. And nice to meet someone Emi actually knows." She sounded a bit incredoulous at that, dark eyes slanting down at her daughter.
Emi hesitated again at the boys shyness. He was shy now. Why? Her wings flexed, pressing down tightly at her back with a soft hum against the air. Shy was good, wasn't it? Her feet shifted, scraping quietly against the sidewalk. "You are shy now," She whispered rather loudly in a bad stage whisper. Small fingers went to the fabric of her dress, twisting quietly in the pale white cloth. "Why?"
Seeing her daughter was in no danger from the crow, madeline was once more the object of the talkative womans attention. "How did you come about him?"
"Hmn?" Madeline pursed her lips and turned her icy eyes to the only "him" within in the range of the group. "You mean, my son? ...He came." That was all Madeline could really say to Dagger's curious question. Most parents at D-corp were bribed or blackmailed into taking a child. Madeline, however, was more than happy to take Keivlos. No, she hadn't quite asked about it...but there was definately some hinting. She showed great interest in the projects and the day she received Keivlos, was quite possibly one of the happiest days of her life.
"Keivlos...don't be shy," stepping away from her boy, Madeline pushed the akward raven out towards Emi. Finally there was someone he knew and he was refusing to be sociable. Keivlos desparetly needed more friends. At least, that was Madeline's take on it all.
"I--" the raven stumbled as he was thrusted foreward. Pride comith before a fall and Keivlos would keep his ground on this one, keep his ground and protect whatever budding "masculinity" he held, "I'm not shy!" The child snapped. Yet, face to face with Emi, his actions spoke louder than words showing that he was un-comfortable, if not completely terrified of the creature before him. "No reason..." he said at first, quietly, but then changing his mind shot back something much more standoffish, "None of your business!" So which was it? None of her business? Or no reason?
"He just...showed up? Emi showed up too, wearing a horrendously gaudy pink dress." Her nose wrinkles, "I like pink but this...Ooooh." The blonde womans shoulder rolled, watching Madeline curiously. He just...came. She had agreed to take Emi because the girl looked so very vunerable and they had said her father was now 'unable'. Of course, she hadnt known what a very feminine, withdrawn girl her new charge was. Either way, Emi was still a difficult child to raise. Her little thoughts from her previous life had to be taken out.
"Emi, don't be mean." Her voice was stern, making the girls white feathers ruffle. Emi was watching Keivlos still and didn't bother to answer her gaurdian, brown eyes blinking as he stumbled. She could almost see the gears turning in his head, contemplating and then --
He snapped at her. Emi jolted a bit, stumbling back a step or two from him. There was a quieter answer, a nicer answer that almost got her to relax, and then another mean one, all over again. It was apparent there was a reason. And it was probably none of her business. The swan was trembling, just barely, more in shock and upset then actual fear or anger.
"Well." Her voice was still level, still soft. Emi didn't raise her voice. It lowered and returned to the level tone, but she never yelled. It took her a moment to find the proper words; to speak the wrong words would get her a scolding later. Think before you speak, Dagger said. "It is not bad to be shy." Don't be so MEAN. That, however, she didn't say.
"Keivlos--" Madeline's words cut through the conversation, like scissors tear through tissue paper. The boy, about to open his mouth stopped. One gray eye turned and then the red followed as together Keivlo's eyes locked upon his mother. Just because he didn't like his mother, didn't mean that he didn't listen to her still. Maybe, in a few years or so he would learn to forget. Yes, he would forget that she once loved him and then, then he would forget that he had loved her too. It would be easy then to ignore her, to ignore her and treat her as a nobody.
Until then, however, he would would listen. Madeline had given him a warning. Be nice.
The boy blinked, once, twice...at Madeline and then turned back to Emi. He opened his mouth yet quickly shut it when he realized he had nothing to say. No--he did have things to say, he just couldn't say them. At least, he couldn't say them how he wanted to. Be nice? Why couldn't he be nice? It had to be easy. It just had to, why else would so many people "be nice" then, if it were hard? Then again, that's what people said about acting "normal". 'Why can't you act normal Keivlos, everyone else does?' Acting normal wasn't as easy as they claimed it to be.
"I--" Keivlos raised his arms, crossing them as he blindly felt his way through his vocabulary, tasting and sampling each word to create the right sentance he wanted to, "I--"
"Sorry. How are you?"
When Keivlos turned to face his mother, Emi just stared at his shoulder intently. Getting upset or backing down wouldn't help her. Running off from the angry raven would encourage her gaurdian to arrange a playdate. And if he always snapped like that... A playdate wouldn't be fun. He wouldn't be interested in dancing or anything.
His eyes moved back and she just watched him, chin ducking slightly, almost shyly. He stuttered, a few times, and Emi shifted on her feet, just once. She wasn't normal. She knew it. That was okay, wasn't it? He was okay.
Dagger was watching. Emis head tilted to the side, hair falling with the silent shift that those with curls and waves did, and she continued to watch the boy in silence for a long moment. It was unnerving, to her mother at least, the length of time the girl could remain quiet.
"If you don't yell at me anymore, I'll be good." The swan said finally, eyes blinking up towards Keivlos duel-colred eyes. "How are you?"
Emi's words, though not spoke harshly, hurt just as much as if she had yelled them strait in his ear. Yell? Well yes...he supposed...yes, he had spoken loudly. Loudly and harshly...no wonder Emi wouldn't look at him. Keivie hate loud noises, annoying, yes...Emi probably didn't like these harsh noises either. His voice...it probably sounded horrible to her ears? "Sorry..." he said it again, this time, rather quite. In fact, too quite to be an apology to Emi. His words even though filled with emotion, went to the air and were ridden meaningless.
"Keivie be..." the boy gnawed on his lip as he carefully thought over all that passed with time. Revon was gone--yes, gone and good riddance! Stupid Revie....stupid Revie was a traitor...And blonde thing, no--mother, she had mis-treated him. She had taken away his only friend now, Dima. Oh how Madeline hated that doll. Yet, Dima was back...though, Keivlos could still not forget the torment of losing his favorite toy. Nearing ten years old and he still held onto a silly nick-nack which comforted him.
"be--be--...." It was then he stopped trying to talk. Shoving the silly hat he wore farther down on his head, so that it would be hard to see his eyes, Keivlos gave two nods to Emi.
See! See? This is how I feel. One, two. Just like that. Up and down!
Emi could only blink at the boy. First he talked so much and now he was so quiet. He stumbled over his words as if he had never spoken before! It was a funny things, boys were. The miniature dancing girl ducked a bit to peek at those hard-to-see eyes under the hat, her tail feathers rustling.
"It's okay." She said, voice still so very soft. Her mother was trying to listen in - both the adults were, she knew. So! She wouldn't talk very loud and they would have to work for it. Unfortunetly, Emi didn't understand those little nods, her hands moving over to touch his wrists, to pull it from his eyes, but her fingers hesitated. Rude?
So there they hovered, a millimeter from the ravens dark skin, so close she could almost feel him. Slowly, slowly, they moved back as Emi came to the conclusion it would be a rude thing to do, to grab him like she was going to It wouldn't have been hard though. Honest. "That mean yes?"
Dagger sighed, her head tilting up in exhasperation. CHILDREN. "Honestly. These two are weird." Her voice was a mutter, aimed at herself. It was true, after all.
Letting out a sigh that had been withheld in her breast, Madeline took ease at Dagger's comment and smiled at her little boy. "Quite so." There was more the woman wanted to say, but she supposed Dagger wouldn't be interested in such talk, nor was it her place to know. Yes, both children were weird, Keivlos by far was the most interesting creature she had come in contact with. Perhaps, despite his oddities, it was the reason she loved him so and called him her son.
Closer...closer, Emi's hands were coming closer to his. Oh...no? What? What was she doing? Hesitantly the little boy held his breath as he watched Emi's hand ready to make it's final decent. Was he afraid that her pure white touch would burn his skin? How could it? White...it was such a beautiful color. No, white was the absence of color, whatever he was, dark, Emi was not. So then, the question remained as to why he was so afraid?
Perhaps it was Keivlos' previous experiences with Emi, any sort of touch had always ended in disaster. Closer...this was it now, she was going to touch him. The raven flinched and embraced himself for the soft touch of Emi's flesh against his, yet, it never came. Tilting his head up, Keivlos braved to take a peek at the little girl who was moving away. He didn't feel quite relieved, but rather sad to see her go. That was strange, seconds ago he had wanted her to leave, but now he didn't?
"....yes," the raven quietly whispered back. There were just some things about this girl he was going to have to give more thought over. There was just a feeling that she stirred with in the boy. Now, whether this feeling twas good or bad, well...that was another matter to be thought over.
SilkenMinion: And so, they watched one another once more. Emi was at a loss of what to say to the boy. He was quiet. She was quiet. He appeared to be scared of her, now....Emi couldn't blame him for that, honestly. The boy - Keivlos, she reminded herself - had been so weird. Scary weird. He was better now, like this. Less gaspy. Less like a fish.
Dagger rolled her eyes at the kids reluctlance to speak to one another, giving her daughters hair a little ruffle. "It's not a bad thing but...kids. Why aren't you talking?" She was used to Emi talking at least once in a while. Lian was rather a chatterbox when it came to being home and safe. He dragged Emi out of her shell from time to time.
The swan in question didn't let a single muscle in her face move at the ruffle to her hair, her face instead gaining a slightly pink tinge. Why? "Dagger..." Her voice was smaller, head shifting down, away from this dominant female. "We're talking. Right, Kevvie?" Once again, the question was thrown to Keivlos, wide brown eyes on him as she tried to escape the womans disapproval.
Was Keivlos talkative? Madeline shifted her fluffy pink coat and made a side glance at the small child who seemed as if you touched him he would bolt like a scared ally cat. She had never thought of how much he spoke before, then again, he didn't speak. Keivlos said things, but what he said couldn't be considered speech. The boy knew how to express himself, that she knew clearly enough...he was clever, he just didn't like to show it off to others.
The smitten mother simply sighed and smiled again, even if the conversation wasn't lively, there was communication between the two. The swan girl expressed her sentiments perfectly. They we're talking. Each said what they wanted in their own way, as quite children did and both used body language. In fact, Madeline was quite as a child....yet, that may have been a stretch of the truth, for she had been informed it was rude to be loud and chatter as if one were a parrot. Keivlos was naturally shy and she had been trained to act in a certain manner. Then again, maybe someday he would find his voice as she had found hers?
"Y-yes..." again, a quick and dead end reply. As if to further kill the conversation the boy turned his head off to the side. Speaking with Emi was a stretch, to respond to another adult seemed asking for more than necessairy.
"Keivlos--" Madeline cut in again, but, what was she going to say? It seemed the conversation had run its course. In most situations, that meant a time to exuse one's self and leave. "Well, it was nice to meet you Dagger--"
The moment Emi heard those words of soon-to-be-farewell, she hopped foreward a step. This had nothing to do with boldness or defiance of her mothers or Madelines wishes, but a little hardness in her that had been there since she realized how she had acted. People were weird at her new house too and they liked her well enough. She didn't dislike Daemon for being odd or Rakha when he told her she was pretty. Dagger was odd and a little off-kilter but...
Enough of that. Emi moved back to Keivlos, a few steps closer, close enough to be chest to chest. Like with her fingers, she was millimeters away from full-body touching, but her head tilted just a bit to whisper against the ear-fluffs. "I did not mean to upset you. The first time?" She didn't answer the question. Instead, Emi stepped back, her serene little face tilted up at him. That was her apology.
Dagger had told her she had been sheltered, before. Now the blonde woman stood in silent as the two stood there. Well, Emi was moving. Just a little and it was so odd. White against black, almost touching but not quite. An odd yin and yang, with no visible resentment between the two Once her daughter stepped back, Dagger moved a little, hands folding a bit and her words going towards Madeline. "It was a pleasure, Madeline. We'll have to get the two of them together sometime? If Keivlos and Emi don't mind."
Again, a sudden shift, Emi was coming closer again. Again? ...Suddenly he was faced with the decision to move closer to retreat. This was all happening so fast, he hadn't expected Emi to come close again. Keivlos had scared her off, right? Emi hated him. Yes. Emi hated him and his brother hated him and his mother was afraid of him...afraid of upsetting him. He should step back. Now. He should just turn and run, run before he had the chance to upset things again. There was allready enough people who diliked him. He should just---
Stiff shoulders dropped, Keivlos' head turned and he lifted his eyes to look at Emi's. What....what was this girl saying? Upset him? ....He had upset her, right? Wha--he didn't understand. Blinking, once, twice, Keivlos breathed deeply. Thinking? No, he wasn't thinking at the moment. Keivlos didn't know what to think anymore.
"Yes, the children need to meet more often." Madeline smiled and nodded before she reached over and took hold of Keivlos hand. "Come Keivlos..."
It was as if the touch awoke the child. For he quickly jumped, feathers ruffling, as he took a step back from Emi. Time to leave? But--but--Emi had just...
Giving a small snuff, Keivlos ducked his head, hunched his shoulders over, and leaned into awkardly hug Emi. "BYE--" He blurted out, before pulling away as quickly as possible. Finished and embarassed, the raven quickly turned around and begin walking in the direction himself and Madeline had been. Well...at least the meeting hadn't ended in tears.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:04 am
She was resisting. Emi may not have been actively pulling away from Lian, but she was resisting none the less. The small swan was always rather compliant - a state that was usually brought on by their new mothers rather domineering personality - and Lian was that way as well when it came to Dagger.
"You'll have fun," He promised the small white swan, eyes going back towards her. She was dressed in her leotard with a small light blue dress overtop. Her hair was up and Emi was ready to start her newest class at the ballet school Dagger had enrolled her in after school and on weekends. Lian, as Emis big brother, was to take her to and from the classes.
He had a built in babysitter, after all.
The dragon in question rolled in the air next to the siblings, her serpentine body twisting on the drafts as Lian pulled the meek girl along. No need to be fearful, She crooned in a soft, soothing voice. To her it was soothing; to the children it sounded like a quiet trill and her muzzle moved to nudge against the girls shoulder.
Emi made a soft noise, her free hand rising up to pet against Xiaos nose. It was comforting to have the dragon there; she liked Xiao. Xiao liked her. "I liked my old teacher." She admitted finally, cheeks flushing slightly. Sometimes it was hard to tell with the marking on her face, but she was definately blushing. "She was nice. The girls were nice."
"You'll like this teacher too. Dagger wouldn't sign you up for a mean teacher." The red panda grinned crookedly, his paw giving her a squeeze. "I mean, she's nuts, no doubt, but she wouldn't make you go to see a teacher who was mean to you."
She hesitated before nodding, slowly, chewing at her lower lip still as her feet picked up. Wings flexed a bit as Emi contemplated this and she managed to lean a bit into her brother as they walked. "Lian?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I made people sad." Her small voice couldn't be muffled by his fur. Wisely, Lian said nothing. "Cause I saw this boy the other day I knew when I was with my Daddy and..." She hesitated, shrugging blithly. "Maybe he's like that with everyone?"
"Don't worry about it." Lians advice came from a mild tone, warm eyes glancing down at her. "Just be nice from now on, ok? You were afraid of Rakha too, weren't you? Now you like him because he was really nice to you. So whoever the kid is... just be nice. Not everyone is just like you."
She fell quiet for a moment before nodding as the dance school loomed into view. The swan wilted, briefly, and straightened only when she felt Xiaos muzzle press against the small of her back. Deep breath.
"Don't let anyone make you scared." Daggers demanding words floated through her head, Emis shoulders straightening. "No one is better then you and don't you DARE let them make you think they are. Put your shoulders back and straighten up, put on that poker face I know you can do. Do your best. Never fail. You'll be lovely."
"Time for class." Lian murmured, watching a mother lead her little human daughter in. He released Emis hand, pushing her gently inside. "I'll be here in two hours, Emi."
Her wings were trembling, just barely. New class, new girls, new teacher. Poker face. She closed her face up and her body tightened. She took her first step foreward, away from the safety of her brother and towards the school.
Time to start brand new.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:06 am
And there she was. Her. Emi. She was standing there with her mother a foot behind her, hands clasped behind her back and staring at him with her wide brown eyes. The raven was ...kind of? dressed up and his expression was that which she wasn't sure she wanted to see on his face. They had parted on good terms the last time, hadn't they?
It was that thought that pushed her on to be a bit more bold, like her mother had been pushing her to be, and she took a step closer to the hostile boy. Her hand rose up a but, fingertips catching in his jacket to tug at gently.
"Hi."
So much for bold. Daggers sigh was one of irritated exhasperation with the girl and her chronic shyness and lack of speech. Emi cringed slightly at that noise, edging slightly closer to Keivlos as if HE was the one who would protect her. The blonde ignored her daughters flinching for a moment, glancing over Keivlos' shoulder and into the depths of the house.
"Don't worry~" She called out in response. "And thank you." Tender hands ushered her daughter inside and Emi stumbled a little, despite the movement having been rather gentle, and she found herself still face to face with Keivlos.
The hand from his side moved up to Keivlos' cheek, her eyes widening as she noticed... "You ok, Kevvie? You.."
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
On the inside Keivlos could feel himself gasping for breath. The last time they had met, they had indeed left on good terms. Yet, the time before that...and the time before that time, well, it hadn't gone so well. So this just made the meting all the more awkward and nerve wracking. Emi she was so--if he knew the word he was looking for he would have said it right then and there out loud. Pretty? Emi was beyond pretty and--well, he liked her more for that, more than just her white feathers. Could it be that as he was growing up, Keivlos saw Emi as more than a childhood crush. Heh. Don't ask him. He didn't know.
Heart pounding inside of his ears, Keivlos shrunk back and closed his eyes as Emi's--touched, yes, touched his Jacket. Did he dare move, now? Well, at least on the outside he looked calm now, even if he was deathly terrified on the inside. Yes, Keivlos had to behave himself around Emi. Otherwise, otherwise...
Rounding her head around the corner, Madeline waved dagger inside. The woman's cheeks were a little flushed, but other than that, she looked to be her usual charming self and--"Why Dagger, I do declare you look absolutely exquisite! And young Emi..." The teacher looked down to give the swan a smile...oh, to have a daughter would be...Heh, enough of that. "I'm so glad you could make it. The living room is this way--" she turned to lead, and then quickly turned again to shut the door.
Keivlos shrank back into his coat as Emi came closer. "D-dima and I were playing..." he quietly mumbled into her ear. So, the boy hadn't been lying.
Dagger gave the two children a curious look as Madeline turned and was talking. Emi was oddly outspoken around the raven; she could only assume that the exact opposite happened to Keivlos when he was around her. That, of course, was taken from the boys appearance and Madelines own distress at times. Was it a good thing? How would she know, really. Rakha had been like Keivlos although a bit more... sane. Prone to being hurt by things they thought better then them, rash and almost violent until that Better Thing tried to show them otherwise.
The thought of the drow, at home teaching Lian how to surf, made the corners of her lips curl up into a contented smile, moving after Madeline. "I'm glad we could make it as well. I live in a house full of testosterone and it's always good to have a feminine friend around and about."
Emi listened to her mother talk and laugh as the females walked off. Her eyes were on the raven, still a little wide as he spoke. He wasn't a childhood crush. He was someone interesting, someone to find things out about. A friend? What Emi knew about love she learned from her late father, from her mother and two new fathers and from ballets. ...unreliable sources, those. And that was at best.
"Dima?" Her voice was small, like his, but less mumbling then the ravens. Emi moved a little closer again, pulling her partially bound hair to free the little strip of cloth. "Playing what?"
Keivlos seemed wary of physical touching but the swans fingers moved up anyway. The fingertips, just slightly shaking in nervousness at what the boy would do, rose up to touch his chin, to try to keep his head still as the cream ribbon was moved to press against his cheek to try and mop up what blood was there.
So dagger was right. She was a bit more outspoken. But there was something about the raven that made the girl a bit more protective. He needed protecting. He acted out and got hurt and if no one was going to take care of him then... Someone had to.
Mmn, protection that was one thing Keivlos desperately needed in his life. The protection, the love, the care he used to have from his family, it was no longer there. The bird was partly responsible for the rejection in his life, you couldn't blame it all on those around him. However, just a little more patience, a little more give on there end...and he probably could work this out. Heh, whatever 'this' was. Maybe that was why Keivlos cared to be in Emi's company so much these days (or rather stand around her terrified), she was a patient girl. She may have been afraid once upon a time, but now it seemed like she could just....wait.
"Dima is--" Keivlos flinched as the silk-smooth-felling of the ribbon was pressed against his face and Emi's finger-tips. "Hee--" The more he spoke, the harder it was to find his voice. " i-i-i---" What was Emi doing? What sort of kindness was this? Of all people, Madeline should be the one to scold him and but anti-biotic on his cheek. Not this girl that--that-- "Nng!" Abruptly turning his head, Keivlos snapped dragging Emi's hands away from him. He didn't say a sound as he took her by the arm and began to walk away towards his bedroom. Emi could meet Dima--she could see what he meant by that--then he wouldn't have to talk. If he didn't talk, he wouldn't scare her off.
"I know what you mean," Madeline sighed softly as she pulled out a chair out for dagger to sit in. "It's quite--oh!" Pausing, the substitute's lips turned downward into a frown as she witnessed her boy 'manhandling' poor Emi. "Keiv--" She really shouldn't let him drag her around like that. Besides it was tea time and--no, Madeline, no. She wasn't going to be a paniky parent. One, two, three deep breaths and she was back to her usual self. "It seems our little ones would rather have play time than tea time."
Emi squeaked as she was grabbed and pulled - rather roughly, although she wasn't quite sure if Keivlos meant it or not. Her arm would rise with bruises, later, but for now she was distracted enough by the walls and the doors and what was going to happen to have actually worried over the small marks that would form on her skin.
"W-where..." Her voice was a stutter now, stumbling as she was dragged off after the raven. "Wh.. What are we... K-Keivlos?" A little squeak and for once, she was rather surprised that her mother didn't come darting after her. Dagger could be surprisingly protective.
The blonde sighed, head shaking. She had seen the two of them run off (or rather, saw the raven run off with her daughter in tow, looking as if someone shoved a dead mouse in her face) and was honestly... Not worried. The kid wouldn't hurt her daughter. He was halfway in love with emi and that was allright with her.
"Let him crush." Dagger laughed softly, giving Madelines shoulder a calm pat. "It's alright. Who knows what amusing things they could do when we're not watching and it'll be good for them to not...be themselves fr a while."
"Heem-hee," Madeline laughed as she moved to add some cookies to the table setting. Coconut Madeline's, how fitting that her favorite cookie would also be her name. "Crush. I haven't heard that word used since my school days. Especially as a verb." Oh, the days when she and her girlfriends used to stay up late in the night discussing men and other un-important matters. Well, at least now they seemed un-important. Ah, had Madeline already forgotten those days? Maybe what she needed to give Keivlos was some room to breath, to be a kid..."Cookie Dagger?"
"Nf--"Keivlos snorted, doing his best to block out Emi's voice from his mind. The boy was on a mission to show Emi...to show her...erm, a bit of his life you could say. Emi she just...she...well, maybe she could understand what others didn't. His head bowed low, as his heavy shoes clunked through the house Keivlos fingers squeezed and squished at swans hand. It's allright. Is what he was saying. It's all right.
Keivlos will show Emi, he'll make her understand. Jiggling the handle of the door to his room, the boy gave it a light kick when the box didn't swing back like it usually did. "Don't embarrass!" Keivlos hissed at the contraption, as the feeling of Emi and his flesh touching as one sunk into his skin, causing an almost poisonous feeling. "Ffft--" Keivlos quickly snatched his arm to his side, and began looking about the messy room for the one thing he wanted to show the swan. Piles of random knick-knacks lined the floor, selves, even the bed was a muck with junk. These things, people didn't want them. Keivlos gave them a home....Keivlos took these things people didn't want and he showed them care he didn't care to show most people. Shoving over a stack of old and used forks, knives and spoons Keivlos clamped his hands over what had to be the most sand and pathetic doll anyone had ever seen. It was a cloth creature, but most of the stuffing was gone now, a button eye was missing and their was paint on it, and various stains.
"Dima. See, he's Keivies friend, " The boy shoved the decaying toy at Emi. See? She would understand now. He got the cut cause and Dima were playing. Didn't she see it so clearly, now?
"Ooooh, cookies." And away went the parents, to discuss whatever it was parents discussed in their free times. What they spoke ofo wasn't a childs bother, anyway. Emi was pulled and squeezed and squished and despite it all, she didn't pull away. Sometimes, people hurt other people to show them that they liked them, as people. Not just as things they should like. That's how her mother explained it anyway, when Rakha was mean to the woman. He apologized later, Emi rationed, but it was always so... so...
She was in Keivlos' world now. It wasn't tidy, like Lian helped her keep her room be. There was a mess everywhere and the feeling on her arm rushed back, the bits of skin pounding where his fingers had been. When Keivlos searched, the swan shuffled further into his bedroom. Her eyes raked over the jumbles of what others would call 'crap' and, silently, Emi wondered where he would sleep at night. When Keivlos spoke again, Emis attention narrowed in on him and the - doll?
Keivlos had a doll. it didn't matter that it was falling apart and probably diseased. Keivlos had a doll and that was the most adorable thing in the world. Despite his cuts and blood and...oddness, Keivlos was cute to Emi. A slow, small smile crept up on her lips, her expression going rather soft on the doll and then on Keivlos when she looked up at him.
"A nice friend," She agreed quietly, petting over Dimas face very gently. "Hello, Dima. But.. Kevvie.." The swan hesitated, her wings flexing briefly, "Dima is soft looking. How did you get hurt if you were playing with Dima?"
"Mnn--" Keivlos, the poor dejected creature was, looked like he was waiting to be hit. Eyes closed, feathers on edge, his brow was wrinkled...inside his chest, Keivlo's heart was beating so hard, that at any moment it would probably burst from his chest. Ah yes, now there was a site that would send Emi running, running and well...pretty white thing just had to understand it. And, and--"Like Dima?" One red eye peaked it's way through scrunched lids...and she did? What had been fists at his side, relaxed themselves into hands.
Scratchy, it felt like he had swallowed sand, and so with an odd croak Keivlos tried to clear his thought. "He-he is... very nice." With out Dima, Keivlos would go crazy, with out someone to talk to, he would go mad. Call it insane to talk with a toy, but he did. Yet, it was all right for now. Keivlos was still a child and so Madeline had let him keep it up, the boy was just a late developer. Besides, the last time his mother had taken away his one and only friend...Soon, Kevie didn't know it, but Dima would be replaced by another friend that was to come into his life. His dragon, however, had yet to be born.
"We..." his pupils shrank a little at Emi's request, nerves once again on end. "It was...it was..." unsure, that was the tone of Keivlo's voice. Did he not want to tell? If so why not or did he just--"This." Cut in the raven, his voice dry and unenthusiastic. Hand reaching out Keivlos grabbed a strange device set a-top a box. It was an unusual--thing, whatever it was, no doubt...hmn, unique! Once upon a time it had probably been a part of something, but that was obsolete now. Hinges, springs, it looked as if it could be a very deadly weapon, the mechanics similar to a mouse trap. Keivlos demonstrated this as he once again began to pull at a heavy and sharp looking string, moving it back towards the end of the wooden block it sat atop. Of course this proved harder than it looked and when hand's weren't enough, Keivlos went to teeth (despite Madeline's disapproval). But as he moved in and his hands slipped away..."SNAP!" the rod shot forward again, and once again, Keivlos was bleeding.
"Heee--" The raven hissed as his hand went to the side of his face. " . . . STUPID!" Was the shout heard through the room as he tossed across the floor.
"Of course I like Dima." Keivlos was so nervous, so shy around the girl. Emi had no real choice but to become more vocal, to be more comforting then comforted, to speak where usually she would look away and try to avoid things. He needed it more then she thought she did and, for once, Emi wanted to be able to make someone feel better instead of allowing herself to hide away and be comforted.
He was cute, either way. It was something she wasn't used to seeing in another person; cuteness was usually applied to Emi herself. Dima continued to be stroked with idle fingers, her eyes taking in Keivlos' abrupt change of attitude, voice... his eyes, even. His tone changed from a rather pleased little squeak to something...inhuman. she didn't like that voice he said 'this' in.
"Keivie.." Her voice reverted to a small whisper from her previously rather bold voice, eyes going wider at the the sight of that... that thing. SNAP! And a little shriek left the swan, delicate fingers clutching the toy to her chest. Her breathing was a bit fast, watching the blood well up over him once more and then his shout left Emi moving over despite herself. Dima in one hand and her other going up to rest over Keivlos' on the new cut on his cheek.
"Y-you shouldn't... Keivie, th-that HURT you." The slight stutter was back, mainly from shock as she shifted closer to him. It had looked dirty too - it could have gotten him germ-fested or whatever it was her father had used to worry over. Her lips moved for a long moment before Emi could speak again, eyebrows twisted in worry and her expression that of someone who was helpless. "I..let me take care of it?"
((TBC in later post))
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:07 am
Emi settled herself down in her new bedroom, one small hand rubbing idly at her arm. A small band-aide was on the crook of her elbow, with little red hearts. It didn't hurt so bad but the fact that it had happened made her feel a little quesy.
It had been a day for shots. Dagger had taken her in to the Corp and into a small room. The shot had been a little tweak, nothing horrible, but still... Still, it hurt.
"Emi?" Rakhas voice rang through the door and the soft sound of his hand against the wood thumped gently. "Emi, dinner is in a half an hour. Alright?"
"Yes." Her voice was a little peep and, with a grunt of aknowledgement, the Drow left. Emi hesitated, looking down at the bandaid with a little frown. Abry had been nice. She had. But...
The swan slid off the bed then and reached under her pillow for her little pink diary. She flipped the cover open gingerly, letting slim fingers glide over the pages with the feeling one may give a lover. Her life until this moment was in there - her daddy, her memories. Now, it would have her new parents. Her skin prickled, just slightly. The idea of calling the Shadow or Drow 'daddy' was... scary. Odd. She had a daddy and he loved her.
Right?
Emi took the small red pen from her bedside table and stared down at the newest, blankest page. It was time to start writing her new life, wasn't it? She took a breath and put the pen to the paper.
Dear Journal,
I don't like my new dance teacher. She doesn't like me very much, either. Lian said Dagger would not sign me up for a mean teacher but I don't htink she knows. She was excited to see me and to see how I did at class but...
The rules for the new school are 'don't cry', 'don't fall' and 'don't whine'. She didn't say it outloud but the girls told me and her eyes are like ice. I can't cry in there. My old teacher would let me, if I hurt myself or fell. Not this teacher.
But she's meaner then Dagger when it comes to crying. Dagger just tells me to grow up. The teacher... I... I don't like her.
Is crying so bad? Is emotion so not good that people don't want to see it? I'm not sure if it is or not. I.. I don't know at this point. I don't think I want to know.
Dagger isn't mean. She's very foreward and blunt and says things that scare me but she's very kind and always makes me feel better. Rakha is nice. He likes to be angry and grumpy but he always has a kind word and always pats my head. Daemon is nice too. He keeps people from picking on Dagger.
Lian is my favorite. Lian and Xiao, his dragon. Lian is my new brother and he always shows me around. He's very nice and he likes to be outside and move around and play. Too rough for me but he's very nice. Xiao is like a big bear and very swirly.
Saw Keivlos again. He was.. I wasn't scared this time. Or the time after that. He was nice, if a little... a little weird. He gets kind of loud and he hurts himself, sometimes. I think it's on accident.
He keeps acting like I'm going to hit him. It makes me feel bad because I might have, once.
I got my shots, too. The lady was nice. Her name was Aubry and she liked to smile. My arm hurts, though. Dagger took me and she actually didn't mind when I winced and Rakha gave me a bandaide.
I hope my dragon hatches soon. I want someone to talk to other then you, journal.
-Emi
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 6:56 pm
Tyven had to go visit her "Auntie Dagger" and wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Ever since she'd gotten older, and begun to develop, and let her hair grow, she'd become a lot prettier, and both liked it being pointed out, and really, really didn't. She was very self-concious about her scales. But, still. There was another D-corp here, Lian. She'd seen him before, but they'd never really... spoken. He was Azoc's older brother, Altessa's newest family addition. So he was worth meeting, hopefully.
Knocking, she placed a blank expression on her face, and idly tied her long hair in a ponytail.
"SOMEONE GET THE DOOR!" That was Daggers bellow from deep within the house. She was taking care of Rakha's wounds - the idiot had gotten himself into a fight. Lian and Emi, both of which had been in the living room area, paused what they were doing and looked at one another. Xiao murred from HER corner, sleepy eyes moving towards the door.
Emi moved out of her ballet pose, dressed only in her dark blue leotard and leg warmers, and stretched. "Emi will get it." Lian called out, looking back down to his magazine. THe swan skirted towards the door and put her shoulders back.
Dagger made her do stuff like this. Meet new people and all that jazz. One hand went, self conciously, to the bun atop her head, and the other went to the door. Emis eyes went wide and that white face paled as she took a step back.
"Emi, who is it?"
"Tyven."
Tyven just blinked her slit-pupiled eyes down at the swan for a long beat, before letting that smile appear on her face, revealing fangs. It was actually scarily attractive. Flicking her bangs out of her gaze, the purple pre-teen yawned slowly, stretching to her full, intimidating height.
"You should say "Hello" when answering the door."
"Go away." The words were blurted out rather quickly and her hands went to the door. It was shoved closed but before it could be closed in her cousins face, Lian grabbed the doorknob, pulling it open fully with a small blink.
"Emi, don't be rude." He grumbled, glancing over to the snake. Lian smiled briefly, giving Tyven a wave as he pulled Emi inside further. "Sorry about that. She's kind of skittish."
"B..But.."
Tyven's brow raised and followed inside, while Emi was probably panicking as she realized her brother didn't know what he'd just let into their home. Shutting the door behind her tall frame, she folded her arms across her chest, and simply watched Emi with half-closed, predatory eyes as she spoke in a startlingly warm tone to Lian. "Apparently. I'm Tyven. I guess we're cousins, now. You're Lian? I assume you've met Cleo, we're sisters."
"I've heard about you. Mum showed me some pictures." He was callign Dagger mum now. It was comfortable to him and while the woman didn't like being mother to such an older child, she was inwardly pleased that he liked her enough. "I've met Cleo. She's friends with Azoc. You know Emi?"
Emi just shifted slightly, moving to press against Lians side. Suddenly, she was feeling very, very vunerable in that leotard. "...met, once. With the other girl."
"Yes." Now her gaze flickered, and she looked away from Emi, to her black nails, face impassive. "If I remember correctly, she called me a... thing." Putting a slight smile on her face, she bent a bit, leaning toward Emi. "No matter, now, mmmn? Since we're family." Glancing up at Lian, she rolled her shoulders. "I used to know Altessa pretty well. How are things, here?" She knew about the readoption.
To even her own surprise, Emi glared back at the girl, her fingers tightening on Lians jean top. "Don't try to scare me." Her voice was almost snappish, feathers bristling a bit. Living with such a domineering woman such as Dagger tended to rub off a bit.
"Emi was kind of a snot." Lian agreed, petting at his sisters hair fondly. Emi frowned, her eyes already slightly glassy. "You did?" Well, that peeked f his interest. pulling them both inside. "Things are... okay. Mum is.. She's. Difficult. But she's nice. The guys are nice."
"Rakha cooks nice."
Tyven simply laughed, and from the pretty noise, it was a real one. Reaching out, she gently tugged one of Emi's feathers, not hard enough to pull it out, but firmly, to get her attention. "If I try to scare you, you'll know. I'm being nice to you, bird." ... Smile. A real one. Emi was... cute. Tyven already could see a change from the weird thing she'd met as a toddler.
"Yes, but I haven't really seen her since I was around six or so..." Shrug. "All in that family are difficult. Rapier's not any easier, just different. They're... Good people. Now."
Emi squeaked, jumping a bit and her face went absolutely pink at the touch. Tyven was pretty like a girl but..she acted like a boy. It was confusing and and...confusing. And smiling? Emi tried to smile back but she hardly smiled to begin with. It appeared a bit weak but... at least genuine.
"I guess." Lian sounded doubtful so he shrugged, lips curling into a small smile. "Are you hungry? Rakha cooks, like Emi said, and ...well, I think Mum's pregnant SO. There's a lot of food around."
It seemed obvious that Tyven flustered Emi, and she liked that a lot. It put her in a good mood, something that was rare unless she was training or with Cleo. A scratch at the door caused her to shut her mouth against the words she was about to speak, and go back to open it, allowing Azucar's black, glinty body into the house. The pissy dragon butted his head against her back before eyeing Emi with hungry eyes, and making a growling noise. "Do you think we can take some of that? I came over right after I was done at the gym."
The tall girl shot Emi a look, the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth again. "You two should come over sometime. Cleo likes other birds."
The growling made the older dragon in the corner lift her head, lips twitching slightly. While he was growling at the small bird thing, Xiao didn't much like him growling near her charge. Lian was delicate, after all. Be quiet. She churred out slightly, stretching out and taking to the air once more to move over to her mortal.
Emis red face went white again. This was a dragon? She jerked back slightly, wings fluttering and bit down at her lower lip. "I... Maybe?" She squeaked finally, blinking up at Tyven. She was still flustered. Now there was a dragon involved. "Dagger likes going over to your house.."
Azucar was a smart dragon, and quite respectful of those older and more powerful, still... He hesitated. A touch from Tyven quieted him immediantly. Apparently the younger sister had no trouble with her companion, unlike Cleo and silly Shilling. "Azucar..." Tyven jerked her chin slightly toward Emi, and the dragon padded over to rub his head against Emi's head, albeit it somewhat reluctantly. See? He was... decent. Moving away, the young, but mature, dragon moved to a closer, but respectful, distance from Lian, to eye Xiao.
"Dagger likes Jem. Do you know who she is?" Not really caring about the answer, Tyven ran her gaze over Emi, evaluating her body. Her legs looked strong, from dancing? But she obviously wasn't a danger. Huh. And she was Dagger's? Things would change.
Emi froze fr a moment to pat at the dragons skull softly. He wasn't going to bite off her hand. He wasn't. His girl would get in trouble if he did. Right? Right. She hesitated, glancing up when he moved back towards Tyven and she was asked the question. "She's Daggers sister in..law thing. Right?" Her lips twitched into a frown as she tried to think about it.
Lian eyed Azucar and retreated to the kitchen, presumably to get food for his cousin and her antsy dragon. Xiao peered right back at the smaller thing, her large skull tilting up to look at him so curiously. Yes?
"Something like that. In-Law means married though. Jem and Rapier are just lovers that live together. And have Cleo and I, of course, but it isn't joint-custody." A long silence, and she stepped forward while Lian disappeared, purposely invading Emi's space, and smiling strangely. "Hey. Hit me."
Azucar seemed unconcerned with Tyven's safety, and instead creeped a bit closer to Xiao, in a submissive position, before tilting his head at her. Youknow yourmagic? Howlong hatched areyou? Twomortal months I am.
"Dagger an' her boys aren't married, though." Her voice was a quiet protest, frowning a little at that. Marriage was an odd concept for her. Mating made so much more sense. That step closer made Emis head jerk up, the pink slowly rising again. Even Keivlos, in his self-wounding, bipolar away didn't scare her. But Tyven... "No."
A long time. She was amused with the little thing - barely a hatchling! Xiao felt rather old when she caught herself remembering when she was 'smaller'. She had grown a lot in the time since her hatching and the current time. Nearly doubled in length. Not full grown, though... I haven't learned magic other then keeping myself afloat.
"Why not?" Tyven reached out quickly, almost like a strike, but instead just touched Emi's cheek. "Why are you pink?" The snake girl was genuinely confused. How could Emi learn to defend herself if she didn't try? Tyven was actually trying to help her.
Azucar stretched, flexing his claws, and wrinkled his brow at her, a bit impressed. Idon't knowany. He wanted to learn though. Who teaches?
"Because." Emis voice was small, eyes squishing shut for a brief moment until she felt the small touch to her cheek. One eye peeked open, peering at her with a rather surprised expression. "...you feel kinda like a boy. I-I mean.. you.. You look like a girl but.." She clamped her jaws shut. So that was how Keivlos felt. Overwhelmed.
Orpheus. The dragon man. You meet him later - your child goes to a class to learn all about you. She coiled again in the memory. It had been a fun day. Lian concentrating all on her.
Tyven stepped back quickly, face losing expression, never a good sign. A boy? She felt unfeminine enough as it was without Emi pointing it out. The swan girl had a lot to learn about feelings. Not responding, her jaw clentched, and she strode away to the kitchen. Azucar nodded his head slowly at what the older dragon had been saying, but immediantly sensed the change in his mortal, and snorted, following after her. Meat?
She flinched a bit as Tyven stepped away, immediately feeling the 'oh s**t' emotion. "I-I didn't mean it like THAT." Her voice was smaller then before, moving after the snake girl. "I just... I didn't..."
At least she wasn't crying. Lian paused in his preperation of food and he peered at Azucar. "Does he eat raw?"
"Sure." Her tone was clipped, but obviously not to be mean to Lian, and feeling a little perverse, she sat at the table, and crossed her legs at the knee. "Me too." She didn't respond to Emi's following comments, and wondered if Lian had heard the conversation.
Lian hadn't bothered to listen, honestly. They were talking about girl things. "You too? You sure?" He looked down hesitantly at the lump of raw meat but shrugged, igging out two plates from the cabinets.
"And who is THIS? Tyven? Well, you've grown up, haven't you darling." It wasn't a question as Dagger, some spots of blood on her face and outfit, emerged into the kitchen. She headed straight to Tyven and gave the girl a good, tight hug. "And you're LOVELY. Rapier didn't tell me you were so pretty!"
"Yes, thank you, Lian."
Tyven tensed, but knew from experiences with Jem that the hug would end faster if she cooperated, and so she tentatively squeezed her busy Aunt back, possibly the only child that was too tall to drown in her cleavage. Still, her pale skin flushed slightly at the compliment, especially right after Emi's statement, and she didn't respond, shaking her head slightly and staring down at the table. At least Tyven didn't mind the blood. "Hello, Aunt Dagger. I brought you something from Rapier..."
"Rapier should really tell me when she has a pretty daughter." Dagger continued in her grumble, petting at Tyvens hair before she settled down beside the reptiliane girl. She beamed a bit, grabbing a napkin to wipe her own cheek free of her lovers blood. "DID you? What did she send me?"
Lian rolled his eyes at his mothers exuberance, putting the plate down by Tyvan and another near the dragon wrymling. "Here."
"She has Cleo." Besides, who knew if Rapier considered Tyven her daughter? She didn't even really seem to like her. No one did, really. Besides Cleo. "She said you left this." The stoic girl pulled a large dagger from her back pocket, sheathed, and placed it respectfully on the table.
Clearing her throat, Tyven unhinged her jaw, and glanced out of the corner of her eye, to be sure Emi was watching, before she tossed the entire hunk of meat into the hair, and caught it. Swallowing without Chewing. Azucar ate his exactly the same way. Charming.
"She doesn't tell me Cleo is pretty. She tells me Cleo is ******** hyper and that you're learning to fight." Dagger laughed, taking the weapon with a pleased little smile. "...So. She remembered. Today is my anniversary with Daemon." And at this, she sounded very, very pleased. "Would you tell her I said thank you, beautiful?"
Emi was staring. Her mouth was ajar and she didn't look too pleased, now did she? No. No she did not. "...how do you do that?"
"Of course. Congratulations, Aunt Dagger. Cleo is learning to fight, too. I'm helping her." Standing with her plate in hand, she collected Azucar's as well, and washed them in the sink. "Thank you, Lian." As she rinsed, then dried them, she was silent. It wasn't until she handed them to the panda to put away that she turned to blink at Emi. "Do what?"
"That." Emi gestured to her cousins mouth, head tilted to the side. It was INTERESTING. "That was... neat. Can you always do that?" Her eyes were wide, scooting a little closer to the snake in question.
Lian smothered a grin, putting the dishes away while he puttered to the corner of the kitchen, pulling off some bamboo for him to munch on. Dagger snorted, eyes still on the weapon. So pretty.
Now Tyven seemed a little self-concious, resting her hip against the counter and nodding slowly. "... Mmn, yea. If I want." A shrug. "It's not hard... One of my 'abilities', I guess." She hadn't expected Emi to think it was NEAT, of all things.
"Really?" She blinked a little, craning her head to peer at the girls jaw curiously. "It doesn't look like you could. Does it pop? Or just move?"
"Stop bothering her, Emi." Dagger still sounded amused, glancing up at the two.
'But all I have are wings."
"Uh.... It's okay, Aunt Dagger." Nobody had really been interested before. Brow creasing slightly, the snake-girl tried to find the words to describe the process and the feeling. "It's more like... I move it to side, and lift, and it slips out of place, and then shutting it firmly and moving it puts it back... Here, I'll do it slow..." Tyven slid her jaw to the side without assistance from her hands, lifted the corner of her mouth, then had her jaw drop significantly, to reveal relatively normal teeth, and four razor sharp fangs, along with a black, snake-tongue, which most didn't have the opportunity to see, now that she didn't scent the air so often. The purple-haired girl was a little pink in the face.
Tyven wasn't used to someone being honestly interested in what she was or could do that wasn't looking for some way to use it, was she? Emi stared into the gaping jaws, her small fingers rising up to touch at the hinge of Tyvens jawline. Her eyes widened even more, peering down at the tongue curiously.
"That's... that's so neat."
Tyven obviously would have trouble talking with her jaw like that, and would've just sounded hilarious, and so slid it smoothly back into place, and glanced away a bit uncomfortably, over Emi's shoulder instead of at her. "... Thank you." Maybe they could be friends? Tyven didn't really have any. She was too "mean" for friends. "I... wanted wings when I was little, like Cleo's." That was a confession, and really, an offer of friendship. Tyven didn't really talk about herself.
"They're a pain." Emis voice was quieter now, taking a step back and offering Tyven one of those small, wavering smiles she was so good at. She was quiet, still, rather reserved, but that was a nifty little trick Tyven could do! "Throw you off balance and you can't sleep on them."
"Yeah... But they're pretty." Tyven shut up after that, and motioned to Azucar. "I had better go. Cleo's alone at home with Shilling, which is never a good thing." Nodding to Lian, she headed for the door, and in a very un-tyven like fashion, bent to kiss her aunt's cheek. "Have a good day."
Dagger smiled and leaned up, pressing a kiss against the side of Tyvens face with the kiss in return. "Don't let Cleo get in trouble, lovie." Her hand went up, petting at Tyvens hair, "And get that hair out of your face. Thank you, again."
The hair was there to hide her ruined face. Part purple scale, part white skin. Tyven didn't like it much. It also shaded her weird, split-pupiled eyes. Frowning slightly, she didn't comment on that, and simply waved her fingers at Emi. "Not a problem, Aunt Dagger. Bye."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 10:49 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:11 pm
[Keivlos/Emi Log Part 2]
What a mess he was, what a mess the boy had made of things. "Stupid...stupid..." Keivlos raised the back of his right hand to the cut, only managing to smear the fresh blood across his cheek. Keivlos wasn't mad because he was trying to show off for Emi and had failed, rather, he was mad that he had scared her. 'White thing hates...Kevie...hate--' violently he lapped at the blood which was already drying to his feathers. She was probably lying about Dima, too, bout his friends and toys...'don't, like. Don't like.' Yeah, she didn't like them either.
So, in the midst of these thoughts, it was a shock that Emi should draw closer to him. "It not hurt!" Snapped the boy, taking another lick at his hand. It was just a sting...a little p***k really, but how did he convey that to Emi? Keivlos frowned, realizing that even to his ears, his voice sounded course. "It..." he breathed, feathers ruffling, "...it fine..." in a couple of days it would all heal. A little band-aid from Madeline a bit of brooding over his sloppiness and soon the wound would disappear.
"C-care?" Keivlos shrunk a little, into his coat, wincing at the sound of that. She was gunna get...she was gunna get...closer? In one protective motion the boy froze. You see...if he didn't move, didn't breathe, didn't blink...he could do anything wrong. If Keivlos didn't answer yes or no, Emi couldn't do anything...or so he thought.
"S'not stupid." At school or in the dance hall, she would have been scolded for using that contraction but here, with Keivlos, Emi did not care. After all, it wasn't as if Keivlos was using the best grammar in the world either. She kept her voice firm this time, soft all the same, but not wavering; Dima was clutched to her chest now with the one other hand free. "It's not stupid at all, Kevvie. Maybe a little silly but silly is good sometimes."
She nodded, shifted closer to the poor, nervous bird. It wasn't fair that someone else could be this scared or upset. Emi often felt that way as well but she never found the ability to actively show it all. In that way, she envied Keivlos. She envied and felt pity for him, all at the same time. So she was closer, near enough to hug, near enough to speak against him if she leaned over enough. Emi had see Dagger do it enough times; she would hug to soothe hurts or a kiss to make the pain go away as well.
"Care." She agreed finally, nodding slowly. "Make it better? K-Kevvie? I can help a little bit... I..I can try, to help. Okay?"
She was almost squeaking now but... Oh, but. Keivlos was there and he was a smidge taller. She could do it. Emi leaned over, her head tilting ever so slightly to press a warm, soft, tender kiss to Keivlos' cheek. It only lasted a moment before she pulled back; those pretty white lips were stained with blood.
Silly? No one was laughing at him, and he certainly couldn't make anyone laugh, even if his life depended on it. Hell, it was questionable if the boy even knew how to portray the emotion or not. Surely in his younger childhood he had giggled, pointed freely at pretty colors, odd shape object and let out noises of amusement...but had he really had a laugh since then? It took a lot to make Keivlos react to anything, a smile, a hug, simple things that most people did every day, they just didn't interest Keivlos. So there! He couldn't be silly, or have fun, or just relax and do what others wanted him to do, didn't she see that? He was too eccentric for that.
Why wasn't she running away yet...why?! Had he not scared her enough already? Or was she waiting for just the right moment...? He was almost sweating now, so nervous, nervous of what was to come, nervous that pretty white thing hadn’t run off yet. 'No...just go...' Keivlos was practically begging under his breath, he was sorry for being silly, he was sorry for whatever he had done to keep her here so long.
And then it happened...she kissed him. Those pretty pail lips...the scent of her pretty white feathers mingling through the air, his nose catching the faint smell that was her. The action was so sweet...Emi was so sweet, pretty white thing...she was too much. And what was she doing to him?! He didn't like...he didn't deserve it. 'Quit it, quit! Don't hate Keivie ...don't be sweet'. Inside his mind mixed messages were clashing, before Emi had been so scared, but she was different now, she wasn't afraid and...and...and now Keivlos was the one who was afraid.
What was he supposed to think? What to say? The look on his face was horrified, trapped, if he had been older he would have been blushing. What to do Keivlos? What-- ...He could feel it now, something warm...but as it dripped down his cheek it left a stinging cold. Automatically his tongue went to the side, catching the faintest hint of salt. "Hee--" automatically the raven stumbled back, pushing Emi away. No...no...in all his life time, in all his years, he had never cried. Not until now. He was leaking.
Maybe it was time for Keivlos to be the one afraid. Emi spent so much of her time and her life afraid of other people, afraid of their actions and fearful for her own safety, that someone being afraid of her – for her – was a good thing. It was almost... healthy. As healthy as these two were going to get anytime soon, that is. To her, Keivlos had to be protected, to be cared for and worried about and hoping for his safety and happiness... if no one showed the boy HOW to feel, how was he expected to know it?
Emi stood, silent and unmoving, as Keivlos froze in place. She was not sure how to exactly translate his facial expression, those brown eyes wide and questioning as he stood there as still as she was. The swan had seen that expression on peoples faces before; when Dagger hugged Lian to her chest – or Revons Daddy for that matter – they always tended to freeze in place with that very expression. But the simple fact was that Keivlos did not often show that much of a 'normal' emotion, Emi guessed, and she could not really try to discourage that.
His eyes were glassy; her eyes widened in a response. “Keiv--” And then he pushed at her, the same as his tongue darted to brush against the tear she had not seen. Emi stumbled back, her delicate frame easily tossed about as she tripped over one of the multiple piles of Keivlos' things. Her wings flared and Dima, that had been clutched to her, fell to the floor as the swan tumbled into the pile of rusted forks and spoons that Keivlos had discarded as they entered the room.
“Nngh!” The noise was automatic as the dirty things poked at her and Dima, forgotten, stared up at the two of them rather pathetically. Emis eyes were wet now and there was a sniffle to her breath, wet with unshed tears of pain and those small shoulders shuddering. “..o-ow..” She whispered, still sitting, trembling in her pain but unwilling to get up, in fear of being pushed again.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Inside Keivlos welled two distinct emotions, which at this point in time, were vying for dominance. On the one hand was disgust, Keivlos was leaking, he was crying, he hated tears so much; how could he allow himself to sob like this? Yes, he was sobbing now, like Emi little waterfalls were cascading down his cheeks. If Revon was here to see Keivlos cry...oh, the shame. How could he yell at others when he couldn't even control his own feelings? He was too young, too young control himself and too young to understand. Frustration, disgust? Perhaps he was rather more frustrated than disgusted...
However, beyond uncertainty lay remorse. Poor Emi, just look at her....she was crying because of Keivlos. Once again he had ruined things, but this time it was because of his own self fulfilling prophecy. It was hard to tell if the push had caused more emotional damage than physical for the girl, either way, she wouldn't be looking foreword to seeing Keivlos anytime soon. Stupid, stupid, Keivlos! Quickly enough remorse turned to anger, with Keivlos rapidly tugging at his hair. He knew what he had to say to make it right, but he just couldn't. Keivlos couldn't apologize while he was still crying, looking a mess and a fool in front of Emi.
Why, Emi? Why? His heart was still beating fast from that touch she gave him. It was a motion that was similar to what his mother did, as she tucked him into bed, but when it came from Emi, the motion...it set his heart into overdrive. Either way, Keivlos couldn't think about these things any longer, he had to get out of here, out of here before mother and Dagger came running into see what was wrong. He had to leave before someone else caught him leaking..."Go 'way". Was all the child said before fleeing the crime scene, dashing past Madeline and Dagger on his way out the apartment door. Go away Emi, before more bad things happen to you.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 1:01 pm
For Emi there was soap- lots of it.
Collected together in a little basket, each soap was arranged so that their individuality would be known. Neon-colored, sparkle-laden soaps were one the left, obviously meant to be the fun soaps judging by their star-esque shape. They were pink, green, and orange and only a little bigger than an oreo cookie. On the left, there was a baby blue, crater-filled orb that was easily as big as a tangerine. The wrapper around it read that if it was dropped into the water, it would fizz and bubble. In the back, there was a couple small bottle of bubble-bath elixir with varying smells.
In the center of it all, there was one soap that was particularly unique. A swan, carved from a white, sweet-smelling bar of soap folded its wings at its sides and seemed to swim along the surface of the bottom of the basket. It was a three-dimensional thing- a waxy figurine. Whoever had made it was obviously good with their hands, shaping the neck into just the right arch and adding little indents to show where the major feathers on the wings were. It would be a shame to see such a sweet little craft melt and perish within water.
The basket was wrapped in plastic, and tied shut by a grainy, lilac bow. Of course this was hidden away again by festive red and green tissue paper.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:30 pm
"Emi, what exactly are you doing?" The drows voice was smooth and amused from the doorway of Emis bedroom, arms crossed and leaning against the frame. Two white/silver eyebrows were arched, head tilted up ever so slightly as he studied his daughter.
She had been getting ab it more confident in herself. Still as shy as ever and she spoke more rarely then she had when she was younger but when she DID speak, it held an air of certianty to it. The swam always made sure she knew what she was saying, before she said it. Rakha was proud of her and, surprisingly, so was her mother.
It was better to let people think you were an idiot then to open your mouth and prove them right, she said, giving the girl a little ruffle every so often. Emi had looked pleased at the comment and her shoulders had straightened a bit more when her mother had said that. Pride was not something she felt, often.
Emi jumped a little bit, twisted around to face her father with wide brown eyes. Under the soft cheeks (Rakha hypothesised that her skin was so soft due to a slight down of feathers that coated her cheeks), a blush had formed and Emi froze. Music was playing softly and the young girl had been stretching within her favorite leotard, attempting to do an odd sort of spin.
She wasn't old enough to go en pointe, nor near in her training, so he was not worried that she was going to hurt herself but... still.
"I'm trying to dance." Emi finally replied, her voice rather prim despite her embaressment. She tended to talk like that, when caught off gaurd, although her usual tone was something akin to gentle, motherly.
Rakha wasn't sure HOW she learned that. Not from Dagger, definately.
"Dance how? How often are you practicing, dalhar?" He pushed himself from the doorway, long legs quickly guiding himself towards his daughter. "And, in the Drow language."
She hesitated, chewing on her lower lip in thought. She had wanted to learn the language Rakha and Dagger spoke when they were speaking to themselves and, after her run-in with another dark male, she had become even more eager to learn. It would be useful to learn a second language, although Rakhazbun could never be sure where,e xactly, she would use that language. He hoped she never would.
"Usstan tlun galla ulu tlu," Emi stuttered out the last part, her accent rather atrocious and she often stumbled over the words but she was getting better. "Suliss'urn, ilharn. Ussta alti'uin inbau wun l'i'dol d'ussta alure."
"Ahhhh." Rakhas next words slipped into the common language of Gaia then, voice soft. "Dance with me then, dalhar. Dagger showed me a few." Before his daughter could protest (or wriggle with indecision), the tall man swept foreward, his hands in hers, and he spun his winged daughter in a circle.
The swan actually giggled, fingers tight within her fathers. Her wings flexed, pressed tight, body swirling along the smooth ground that made up her personal dance room.
"Now, alone, dalhar." His voice was a whisper, an amused thing, spinning her once more but releasing the girl. She spun and spun, head back and arms out, entire body moving with the grace of a flirting breeze. Her hair, waving and beautiful, went with her, creating a veil-like appearance, gauzy, across her face.
When Emi stopped, she was beaming, a rare smile, eyes brightened by the movement. Her legs were twisted elegantly in a paused position, fingers loose as her arms remained a bit spread. Elegence.
dalhar = child
Usstan tlun galla ulu tlu suliss'urn, ilharn. Ussta alti'uin inbau wun l'i'dol d'ussta alure = I am trying to be graceful, father. My wings get in the way of my dance.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:25 pm
Thankyou for all your hard work with us here at D-corp. Your child's dragon egg is near hatching, and we'd like to have you file another report on the progress of your child.
Enclosed is a sheet for them to fill out, you may help them. Also please include any and all changes in your child. Even the smallest detail may become of importance later on.
Sincerely
D-corp
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:47 pm
 Dear D-Corp, Stop sending me kids. I'm SERIOUS. First Lian, now Emi?! TWO dragons? Screw you, D-Corp. Take your dragons and bite it. Augh. So. Emi. She isn't allowed to wear pink or black anymore. She usually runs around in leotards and leg warmers; her leotards tend to either be dark blue, light blue, or violet - same with the legwarmers.. Her hair is often tied back like this. She's very thin, now, and has gotten rather tall, even for her young age. Emi's started to come out of her shell and is even making friends, which makes me proud of her. She'll be going en pointe soon and she's very excited. Even though she isn't as cripplingly shy as she once was, Emi is still quiet. She'll blush easily and smiles a little shy smile; Rakha calls her 'serene'. For what it's worth, she adores Lian and Rakha, so I guess it isn't a total loss. Also, Keivlos is just hilarious. I thought you all should know that. Toodles, Dagger. Emis usual outfit, without the legwarmers
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:39 am
[receiving Odette/Daggers reaction]
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