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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:07 am
Glitterglitteryness, and so much of it!
He would have found it a little bit strange, to have so much shiny thingness in one place at once --and shiny things were surprisingly hard to come by in Metamorphoses; especially since after he had tried to steal some surgical equipments because they were so silvery and shiny-- but right now, all his mindeyesears were concentrated solely on sweeping up as much of the sliverrainbowglitterdust as he possibly could without anyone noticing, take the pile to his room and just bask in the beautiful shinyness of it and it would be good!
--Of course, he should begin to think about where to scoop the gathered glitterdustpowder in to actually carry it to his room..
Almost without thinking, he had tugged absently at the heavy dark grey-green jacketthing that he wore around his shoulders, leaving him in a thinnish sort of tunic-thing of reddish purplish material that somehowmaybe went equally well with the dark greenish turquoise markings curlingtwisting on the back of his neck, as well as the reptilian's dark hair, which was currently tied rather haphazard into a messy sort of ponytail, revealing slightly pointy ears.
He should probably worry about catching cold, as he was --even though only partially-- cold-blooded and the hallway was definitely somehow maybe veering towards being slightly slightly cold-ish, what's with the absence of his jacketthing and all.. His darkjade eyes flickered over to the pile, still a considerable amount left and dusting glitter shining enticingly at the wyvern.
But the glitter, it was calling out to him..
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:09 am
Tea probably enjoyed that, he realized rather belatedly, shifting the pile of papers so the weight wasn't holding him back from the small things like breathing. Really, though, Tea seemed like the type of person who would laugh --or chuckle, really. Silently-- at the small little things that made people's day just bad. And if it was someone who really annoyedirritated Tea, he'd probably enjoy it all the more.
The second the door swung open, Zix was on the balls of his feet, peering into the room. Darkish, maybe, and a little small, but it had a good smell, like some sort of old library in England or something, that smell of just being surrounded by books and paper and writing. And...and a fainter, lighter sort of smell he couldn't quite recognize. But...but it was a comofrtable looking room, like someplace Tea could go and enjoy being there, just spending time there. Not like Zix's room, which more often than not consisted of a cot or a pile of blankets in a corner of the morgue he deemed warmest. This room looked lived in, quite impossible with a morgue --duh-- and Zix had never bothered to ask for someplace to sleep, because really, it was just a hassle and noone wanted to socialize with him anyway.
His eyes brightened up considerably at the answer he recieved. "Too open? Saa, that's good. I'm glad." He shrugged slightly, holding the papers out and praying his hands didn't fall off before Tea took the stack. "Should have seen me ten years ago. You would not have thought me open then."
Because people who were open around Zanis resulted in the snake taking advantage of every feelingemotionthought that showed, and he was so good at manipulating things to suit his own needs. Not to mention the fact that he was just plain psychotic at times. People who were too open just had horrible things happen to their minds when they spent too much time around Zanis.
And he had spent a lot of time around Zanis.
But he was relieved to hear he had opened up since they had parted. Even though he didn't exactly understand why such a thing would irritate Tea. Why would it, why should it? Unless your lover was a torturing psychopath, wouldn't it be a good thing to be open? So why would Tea be so annoyed by something so...so trivial like him being open when it should be a bit of a good thing?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:28 am
Well...he couldn't linger utside Kiba-san's door forever. Who knew how long it would take them to get to a good place that was steady and wouldn't slip or slide into a bad place? And Chou wasn't too eager to just sit in front of the door waiting, because this was a creepy place all by himself, so he needed to just...just find someone else like Yamagawa-sama and who wasn't an irritable doctor person and then it would be okay and not so creepy, right?
Okay, souned like a plan then.
Choosing a random direction, the faerie started off, boots tapping heavily, but it wasn't like there was anyone around to tell him off. Funny, there didn't seem to be many people at all. Except for a few people off in the distance with white coats on, but he had ducked into a different hall before they could see him because he didn't want doctor people. Doctor people were irritable.
Of course, all this twisting and turning to avoid faroff white people made him terribly lost, and Chou wasn't really so sure if he could get back to Kiba-san's office if his life depended on it. Which...it wasn't good. It was bad. It meant he was lost and if he was lost he didn't know where he was and--
Glitter! It was his glitter, which meant he had been here before, so it was good, because if there was his glitter it meant maybe he wasn't as lost as he thought --or maybe he was, he had wandered quite a bit. But...but maybe there would be someone at the end of his glitter rainbow trail and they could take him back to Kiba-san's office, because really, compared to being lost waiting forever seemed the better choice.
So he made his meandering way along the weaving line of glitter, not really knowing where he'd end up, but eh, whatever. So long as he wasn't lost anymo-- Why was that person sweeping up his glitter? Did he want Chou's glitter? Whhhhy? Blinking, he took a step foreward, crouching down in front of the greeny sort of person, who seemed totally absorbed in scooping Chou's glitter into his jacket. Wings quivering --and glittering-- slightly, he tilted his head to one side curiously.
"Ne, what are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:35 am
"--Hn." Another slight barely-there twitch of lips was the extent of Tea's response, as he reached out and took the pile of papers from Zix's hands and running his eyes over the manuscript for any signs of crease. Because if there was, then Tea would probably spend all night up re-typing everything all over again before waking up to find them stuck to his forehead or something. That had happened to him quite a bit of times while he was flatting out back in the university, and the ink, although hardly visible to the tanned skin, was a thing of complete and utter annoyance to Tea. Typing ink was somehow that much harder to get off, and it always left him with a strange feeling that it was still there no matter how many times he had washed his face.
Besides, Zix had maybekindofjustalittle been lookingpeering into his room, and.. and Tea wasn't sure if he liked it. Apart from him and.. and certain people, noone had ever really visited him, even though this was more like 'standing-outside-waiting' sort of visit. And he didn't want Zix to look into his room. It was.. it was somehow disconcerting, like going through his wardrobe, or something.
He barely spared a glance to his desk --piled high with random bits and pieces of paper and medical books-- and wordlessly stalked over to the bed in the corner and dumped the pile on top of it, the springs creaking slightly in protest. A slight wrinklefrown thing on the forehead, somewhat hidden by the curls of dark hair. Crappy place. He would have invested on a more comfortable bed, if he wasn't already stretched to his limit just buying paper.
"Ten years?" Straightening up from where he methodically making sure that the manuscriptreportlife'swork would stay there and not go away anywhere else while he was gone, the tanned male glanced back at the other, a slender eyebrow rising. "That seems.. a long time."
Which was another way of saying 'You are old'.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:56 am
The first thing that came to Elis' mind when he had heard the foreign voice --he hadn't even heard the heavyish boots footsteps for the happy glitter-laden humming inside his head glitter-glitter-glitter-shiny-goodness-glitter-- was 'oh s**t, they found me.' The second thing was, incidentally, to eat the glitter and hide his jacket --would they notice it if he just threw it off to one side?-- so they won't take it away from him and it would be much the same thing as having them piled up nice and snug and glittery in his room because he could just go and pile up snuggly and nice into his bed and the glitter would be inside him so it would be almost the same thing, right?
But.. But he wanted the glitter to cover his walls.. so.. so they couldn't take it away they couldn't so he had to eat it--
His hands were almost reaching towards the good nice big pile of the powderrainbowness inside his jacket when his eyes met the wings.
Butterfly wings. Pretty, pretty butterfly wings. With glitter.
Pause. Blink. Breathe. Repeat as necessary.
It was.. It was he was right. It was the glitter flutteringfloating off from the butterflypretty wings. The goodness rainbowshinygoldensilvery glitter shinyness. From the strangerperson's wings. Wings.
And it was--whoever it was because Elis wasn't quite sure if it was a he or a she but it didn't really matter because the creatureheshepersonthing was so very veryvery pretty and shiny and pink and.. and so shiny..!
"I'm going to take them to my room." The reptilian finally found his mind among the happy spiraling brain-killing powderiness that seemed to have gotten all over him in the process of scooping them into his jacket, blinking away a speck of it clinging to his eyelash. "They're shiny." Like you. But Elis couldn't take themheshepersonthing to his room because that would be kidnapping and.. and kidnappingstealingthing was bad because that was what the scientists had done to him, years and years and yeeeears ago when he was still young and so it wasn't very good, kidnappingtakingaway--
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:19 am
The bubblegum head tilted the other way, strawberry blinking in confusion. Take them to his room...?
Must mean the glitter.
The shiny sparkly little wonderful glitter.
And this greeny person wanted Chou's glitter.
"My glitter?" For a moment, the strawberry gaze lingered briefly on the mound of glitter scooped messily into the jacket, coating said jacket with a layer of the rainbow goodness. Then, with complete and honest sincerity on his face, he looked back up to the greeny person. "You can have it." If the greeny person wanted his glitter, why couldn't he have it?
Besides, he looked like he was having fun with the sparkles. And people who were having fun with Chou's sparkles were good people. Because...because it meant that they liked Chou's sparkles, so they had to be good people because if they didn't like Chou's sparkles they'd get mad and yell at him to clean it up, which would be bad.
Plus, Yamagawa-sama and the greeny persn weren't irritable doctor people persons, so they were good people to. Because Yamagawa-sama had founded him them he was lost, and the greeny person wasn't a doctor person at all because he wasn't wearing a white coat. His coat was a pretty green all covered in sparkles. And if he wasn't a doctor person, that meant he clearly wasn't an irritable doctor people at all, so he was a good person too because Yamagawa-sama hadn't said anything about irritable not doctor people.
And he liked Chou's glitter. So he had to be good.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:37 am
The reptilian, meanwhile, was silently contemplating the pile of glitter inside the jacketthing which was fast resembling some kind of small mountain. Could he carry it? Easily, if he was in his other form, but.. but the scientistspeoplethings told him to not to because then he'll break even more of the building and.. and it would be bad.. so.. so he couldn't transform to carry it which means that he had to carry it with.. with his arms, which meant he couldn't carry that much..
But.. the glitter! Elis couldn't just leave it here. It was.. it was gonna get sucked into those machinething that made a lot of noise and sucked everything in and it would be really reeeeeeally bad if all the good glitter just got sucked in because.. it would just be baaaaad..
"Haai, your glitter." So it was this butterflyprettypersonthing's. Yay, he was right!
Of course, anyone with eyes could tell that the glitter was coming off the personprettything's wings, and right now even as Elis watched it was settling down around the floor where the person was crouching down on, and.. and it was pretty and glittery and just so shiny Elis had to have it..!
"It's pretty." The male rubbed absently at the marking under his eye --a sortofmaybe habit; it annoyed the heck out of the scientists when they caught him doing that, for some very strange reason that he couldn’t fathom-- and getting the glitter on his hands on his face on which his hair brushed against so it was all a big messgoodness of rainbow glitter and they will tell him to take a bath or something but it was good because it was shiny and now he was shiny! All in all, it was a good time had all around. Right? Because Elis was having fuuuuun playingpiling the glitter up so he can safely take it to his room where he'll have some more fun with the shinygoodness and.. and so it was fun, right?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:50 am
For another moment, Chou just stared at the huge mound of glitter with a sort of quiet solemninity. Could the greeny person really carry all that by himself? It wasn't like the specks weighed much, but with an amount like that it would be hard to anyone to carry. And the greeny person so obviously wanted his glitter...so how could he take it away without someone else coming and stealing it?
Eh, not his problem. He wouldn't have known how to help the greeny persn get the glittery godness anyway.
But...but it was a good thing for his glitter to be liked by good people. Because it was just...just a good thing.
Shifting slightly, he resting his chin on his knees, trailing his eyes over the greenish marks under the other's eyes --and the sparkly goodness covering it all, and the glitterywonderfulness spreading over to the other's hair and just being a wonerful glittery sort of person. It was kind of neat, to see someone else be all glittery and not mind and even like it. Then, the faerie grinned, nodding brightly. "Hai! It is pretty!" The exclamation sent up another quick puff of glitter into the air, which ssettled downaroundover Chou like a thinmicroscopicglittery sort of blanket, coating his hair and body and clothes.
And he liked this greeny person. The greeny person liked his glitter and wasn't saying he had to pick it up and wanted his glitter and was all...greeny. And green was a good color.
"...ne, how are you getting it to your room?"
It was a lot of glitter...
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:30 pm
He shrugged, flexing his wrists and loving the feel of that bundle of papers not in his hands. "I suppose ten years is a lot, if you look at it that way. But it could also be a very short time, depending on the scale you're measuring with." He shrugged again, stretching his arms up above his head. "It's all a matter of perspective, whether a decade is a lot or a little."
Not that he really thought Tea cared. Zix was really just rambling a bit. There were times when silence was okay, but there were times when silence wasn't okay. And if he stopped talking, there would be that big empty gaping black hole sort of silence between them, so Zix would much prefer just chattering on so that black hole emptiness didn't happen. Even if it annoyed Tea and made him snap at Zix. The worst he could do would be to tell Zix to go away, and most likely he would, though he'd complain horribly about it as he walked away.
Besides, having Tea snap at him would be so much better than an awkward empty silence hanging between them.
Humming softly, he shifted his weight, rocking back on his heels. He could just talk, but humming was nicer and softer and...and he thought maybe humming might not annoy Tea as much, because he was pretty sure his voice grated on the other's nerves, and maybe humming wouldn't. Or something. As much fun as annoyed Tea was, there was always that line and he wasn't really too eager to cross it and have Tea ignore him. Snappy harsh words were fine, even words meant to draw blood, but Zix didn't want to be ignored.
Bad enough everyone else ignored him. He didn't want Tea to ignore him too.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 7:44 pm
"..."
It hurt, but Butter was staying because he made it hurt less? How did that work? Really, noone had ever said Zanis made anything hurt less, simply because Zanis enjoyed making it hurt more. And besides, what was 'it' that Zanis was making hurt less? Because if he knew what 'it' was, then he could more easily look at Butter and say no, he was not making 'it' hurt less and it was all a mistake on Butter's part. It wasn't like he exactly wanted to tell that to the zombie, because if Butter was disillusioned, he'd have no reason to stay anymore, but it would have been better if Butter was staying simply because he wanted to.
But he couldn't, could he? Because Butter didn't want.
Swallowing slightly --why weren't his scales fading? They should be, he wasn't getting defensive at all-- he lowered his gaze to his hand, unwilling --or unable-- to meet the colorless eyes of the other. A few deft twists of the needle, and he neatly knotted the thread, about the only neat thing in this particular stitching job.
“…that doesn’t make sense.” Slowly, Zanis flexed his hand, feeling the slight tugging as the threads caught against his flesh and pulled, nearly ripping the skin and snapping free. But however horrible this sewing job had been, it stayed enough to hold the wound closed. Which meant that now, his wound was shut, and he didn’t have any real reason not to look at Butter.
Damn…
Sighing softly, he looked up, eyes tracing upward from where Butter’s hand rested on his chest, up to meet the other’s eyes. Zanis didn’t want Butter to go…but… “It just doesn’t make sense.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:31 pm
The zombie shook his head slightly, pale blank gaze unmoving from where they were focused on Zanis. It was kind of strange how he didn't want to look away from the other, when.. when just a few minutesmoments ago he couldn't and he had thought that he wouldn't ever be able to look at the doctor ever again because it had hurt and it had burned when he saw Zanis with the necromancerperson so close, and so.. so close too close and Butter didn't know why he thought they were too close, but.. but they were and.. and it was so painful, somehow, so.. so he couldn't look at them couldn't look at Zanis but now..
Now he wanted to look at Zanis. He couldn't look away from Zanis because.. because he just couldn't and that maybepossibly counted as something of a wanting, no? He had never understood what wanting was, but.. but this was close, ne? Because he couldn't look away, couldn't, even if he had forced himself to look away, his gaze would come back to Zanis and.. and that counted maybe as.. as wanting, right?
"You don't have to." Because Butter didn't make sense either. He was dead, and dead people weren't supposed to be walking around so freely so.. so alive --as much as they could be-- like Butter. He shouldn't even exist as nothing more than a handful of dust and dirt in the ground. He shouldn't exist.. yet he was. But how could he explain that to Zanis? How could he explain that the fact that he existed at all makes no sense because he was dead and nothing and nothingpeoplethings shouldn't exist couldn't exist..
The zombie's eyes flickered, the pinprick pupils catching a glimpse of the dark scales and the flexing of his hands and the slight movement of Zanis' throat as he swallowed, and he hesitated slightly before continuing. He.. Zanis didn't want to look at him, wouldn't ever want to look at him now ever again never.. because Butter was nothing, and.. and it was maybekindof hurting again.. "I.. I can.. feel something. Something different. When it's you."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:51 pm
"..." Tea's hand paused, the fingers hesitating slightly as they hovered over the stacks of paper, and he glanced over to the doorway where Zix stood, rather impatiently, Tea thought. And the voice was right; it would be so much better for both of them if Tea stopped stalling it--stalling what? And why would he ever stall?-- and just got Zix to wherever he wanted to go, be it either the morgue or the cafeteria. If the former, then Tea would be happy to oblige, and afterwards make sure never, ever to meet the necromancer again, but if it was the latter..
Well, then he'll just have to be accommodating for that short while, and then never ever meet the other ever again.
"I suppose." Tea couldn't help the slight sort of maybe-musing tone slide out of his mouth, fingers toying absently with the creased corner of a piece of paper. What.. What Zix said, it.. it was much like what his grandfather used to say. Kind of strange, really. Strange thing to tell a kid of barely 10 years of age to tell that time was all a matter of perspective. It was similar, no, too same. Too similar.
And that was before he had realized that he maybejustkindof agreed with Zix, and his eyes darksharpannoyedno shot up snappily to meet the other's. He shouldn't agree, he should never, ever agree with anyone he hated because.. because then it meant that they had something in common and you just couldn't hate people who had something in common and that would mean less hatredannoyancething and.. and it would be baaaaad..!
He ignored the humming. At least --just maybe-- it was better than Zix talkingrambling about some any old stuff.
"But it is a long time, if it consists of almost half your age." A little less than half, since his twenty-fourth birthday wasn't too far off, but.. but it was close enough.
Which meant that Zix would be.. somewhatkindof way older..
Not that it mattered, because Tea didn't care.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:14 pm
The humming paused briefly at the annoyedirritatedangry sort of Look, and for a moment Zix wondered vanguely what it was for. What had he saiddone? More than usual, that is. He'd have thought Tea would appreciate it more if he was humming and not talking...because...because he seemed to keep saying the wrong things and not the right things, and Tea kept glaring at him and giving him Looks, and while he didn't totally mind the Looks --anything was better than being ignored-- he did wonder just what exactly he'd done this time around.
With a soft release of breath, he rocked foreward, perching on his toes at the apex, before falling back down on his heels. God, he must look like some sort of anxious over-eager child, roaring to go but told he had to be polite and wait. Not that he was anxious or over-eager --just a little eager-- because Tea had said he didn't mind if he came along which was good because that meant he cold follow Tea...
Wow...he sounded like a stalker...
"I sup~pose," he said, each hand gripping his opposite elbow behind his back. "Ten years might be a long time if it's half your life." He shrugged, best he could, eyes twinkling slightly. "But to a person who'd lived a hundred years, it's only a twitch in time."
Not that he was a hundred years old, mind you. But Zix had an idea that if he said it like that then Tea would take it to mean that that was how old he was. And he really wanted to see Tea's face.
Really, though, he wasn't much older than Zanis, and the snake was, what, thirty-two? Thirty-three? Something like that.
Which still was kind of old, if Tea was only in his early twenties or so...
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:46 pm
My god.
When Zix did.. did that, that thing annoying thing rocking-on-his-heels-thing, he looked just too uncomfortably too much like a kid of his second aunt on his father's side--having two parents of Italian heritage sucked; it just meant a whole nation of supposed relatives coming for a visit, raiding your fridge and eating themselves through your entire house. Tea had never bothered to learn the boy's name, only giving him 'the Look' and throwing him a couple of pack of cards.
Of course, ithethingannoying kidthing just had to demand computer games. And proceed to destroy Tea's personal belongings. Honestly, the mother should have been grateful that the kid even remained in one piece after the two-hours of babysitting.
Steadily ignoring the whole fidgeting-thing-whatever, Tea had resolved to treat Zix much the same way as he had with the kid--that of cold indifference and authority. Of course, it might not work as well as it had on the second-cousin-from-hell, but.. but it was almost the same since both Zix and the kid behaved the same, so it might just work..
He had to blink slightly in bafflement though. "--A hundred years." Tea could maybekindof tell that the necromancer was joking; he could see the brightbrighthappyannoying twinkle in the dark greyish eyes. Besides, you couldn't couldn't live to be a hundred and still look like.. like that--No. Tea had not just thought that Zix was in pretty good shape to be a hundred-years-old manthingwhatever, he didn't. Nobody could live to be that age and look like that. Unless you were a zombie. But then, Zix was a necromancer...
"If you were," A slight emphasis and a disbelieving skeptical rising of brows. "If you were, you sure don't act like it.."
And it most certainly didn't count as humour. Or a joke. Because Tea never joked with anyone he hated. And he most certainly hated Zix.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:43 pm
The darkjade eyes flickered quickly over the newcomer-glitter-letting-person, the reptilian's hands still holding the jacket steady in the grip as to not let everything spill out again onto the ground so that he'll have to pick them up again. That would take ever so long amount of time, and.. and it would be sososovery annoying to do it all over and--Elis would end up as a ball of glitter if it keeps getting onto his clothes and skin likes this. He rubbed the pad of his thumb and his forefinger together, feeling the soft, slightly grainy feel of the glitter between his fingers.
The other personthing was really.. pink. Pink and shiny and glittery and winged.
And winged people were always always classified as good in Elis' mind automatically as soon as he met them. Unless they did something so very drastic to change it, of course.
And this person --whatever his name was-- hadn't as of yet done anything remotely close to being so.. so bad. So that meant that the glitterperson was good, right? And even if he wasn't, Elis couldn't possibly ever change his mind against such goodness of shining glitter making pink winged person! Because it was.. it was good.
"I have no idea." The wyvern replied, thinking over once more about just as to how he could lug all this glitter back to his room at the other personwingedthing's question. Of course, he could very well ask this personthing to help him, and it wouldn't count as kidnapping because Elis had asked, but what if this shinyperson didn't want to?
Almost of its own accord, a hand stretched out slowly towards the other, Elis' lips curving into an easy, slightly crooked smile which showed the tips of his slightly sharp canines. And.. and if he was going to ask for this personthing's help, then.. then it meant that they should get to know each other better. Because strangers helping each other seemed just too strange of an idea to the reptilian; you helped out yourself and your friends, if they needed it. Why strangers? "I'm Elis."
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