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 Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:13 pm
The smile on Zethyr's lips shattered into a grin of delight as he saw the smaller male come running, and he outstretched his arms to catch Pyou in all of his enthusiasm. The Melancholy had always been nervous about coming here, but now he was terribly glad that he'd come, overcoming his own qualms to see that which he loved was unmistakably worth it.
"Hello, Dearest." He murmured warmly, long, scholar's fingertips burying themselves in pale hair. "Of course I've come, and I'll come again too...this is just the first visit. Wild horses couldn't drag me away, as the saying goes." Unmistakably precious, this wisp of a form in his arms, Zethyr was always just a mite afraid of breaking it, like the shattering of a fragile gemstone. Pyou was something Zethyr, in all of his imperfection, felt he did not deserve, not this fervent adoration.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 7:35 am
Pyou stayed burried in Zethyr's arms for a long silent moment, just breathing in his scent and absorbing his warmth, thrilled by the soft pressure of Zethyr's fingertips in his hair. He exhaled deeply, an overabundance of satisfaction evident in the gushing sound of his breath. Finally he shifted and let his face tip back and his tiny hands trace their way down Zethyr's arms to clasp fingers with fingers. "Have you ever been here before?" Pyou asked curiously, smile still curling his petal mouth and eyes shining brightly. He stepped backwards ever so slightly, leading Zethyr towards one of the Pools. "Or have you ever had your Fortune read?" Pyou turned to face the Pool, still clinging to Zethyr with both hands, and leaned forward a little to peer into the pool. If one glanced over they might see that the little Spectre had no reflection in the calm water below. "I'm not allowed to have my Fortune read yet. Not until I'm a Zero, Ardys says." Pyou added softly, half to himself, gently shaking his head.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:30 pm
"I've never really spent much time in the Dreaming Pool, no." He confessed, something which must surely be remedied, for holding the tiny Spectre in his arms made him just wish for more of the same. Following in Pyou's wake, he shook his head to the second question as well. "I'm not entirely sure I want to...just...yet, I suppose there are just some things I'd rather wait for time to tell me." For if the answer was a negative one...and the future fraught with foreboding, he would rather know when the time came, so that he might live with hope until such time arrived.
Noting the strange lack of reflection, Zethyr didn't think to ask why, for he rather thought he knew, considering what Pyou was. "And I'm sure you will then..." He smiled faintly, "I just hope I'll be a part of it." That was his one wish now...to succeed, to grow, to mature, to protect and safeguard Pyou when he became a Zero.
His arm then coiled about the other's waist loosely, "You're going to be so wonderfully talented...I've always known you're special, but then...so have you, and those who can see things clearer than I."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 7:34 am
Pyou gracefully folded himself up to sitting, letting go one one of Zethyr's hands but holding the other just as tightly. "Truth be told," Pyou murmured as he gently dipped one white toe in the water and swirled eddies out into its placid surface. "All the talk of how special I am, from Ardys and the other Prophets... It makes me feel so self-conscious. I don't know to what extent because they won't tell me... But they expect so much from me, 'Thyr. It makes me feel so afraid." The little Spectre turned his sweet face to Zethyr with wide frightened eyes. "What if they're wrong? Or I mess up? What if I turn out to be nothing like what they expected? Oh, I don't know...all of this is so fraught with what ifs, it makes my head spin." And Pyou ever so delicately pouted out his bottom lip, like a fruit suddenly ripened.
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