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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 9:23 pm
“Ah. Thank you so much Pasayo. I’ll have to remember to return these clothes as well when I see you next. I still have Houkan’s hanging in my closet.” Toulouse laughed quietly, taking the proffered clothes. “Hang on.” The teen disappeared behind the door for a moment and quickly pulled on the barrowed clothing while bundling the dirty ones in his arms.
He reappeared in a pair of dark slacks and a blue pullover. They were a little big, but comfortable and he wondered who they belonged to. “I’m really not hungry. Thanks though. I‘m sure Atticus is waiting outside for me wondering where I‘ve been.” Truth be told he didn’t think he could choke anything down. Food was the last thing on his mind. He was also anxious to getting back to the Dane. He felt horrible for having forgotten about his companion.
Pasayo didn’t escape Toulouse notice either and he knew exactly why her shirt was too big. He blushed lightly. “You’re growing Pasayo.” Toulouse said quietly meeting the child’s…no, young lady’s eyes. They were as bright as ever. Clear and innocent. The golden teen smiled and touched Pasayo’s longer hair lightly, letting the silky stuff slip through his fingers.. “Don’t be surprised if you suddenly find yourself shooting up like a leaf.” He smiled before letting his hand drop reluctantly.
“I better go. It’s getting a little too late. Will you lead me to the front door?” Toulouse asked Pasayo after a long moment.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 9:40 pm
"Ah, we still need to return your old clothing that you first wore here as well. They are being stored in Master Houkan's closet if I am not mistaken, so I will ask about them tomorrow when everyone is awake. Please wait here while I put out the candles, and I will lead you to the door."
Pasayo spoke softly as she turned and moved inside the bathroom, blowing out the candles that had been lit with a gentle puff of her breath, but not before she took a quick glance in the mirror. It was not that she didn't believe Toulouse, it was more that she wanted to confirm what she had been feeling all along - and the mirror did not lie. She was developing curves around her waist and bust, her small frame filling into the sweater neatly, and her face seemed to have thinned out while her lips were becoming more defined. Her hair was longer and seemed to puddle around her shoulders, so with an uneasy smile and pulled it into a small bun and grabbed a pin to hold it into place.
"We may leave now. Please take my hand again and I will guide you to the front."
The young woman smiled and held her hand out to Toulouse, noticing that even her hands seemed larger yet far more delicate then they had been before. Could such changes really occur so suddenly? She shook her head to rid herself of any doubting thoughts and merely awaited Toulouse to hold on and let her take the lead.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 6:43 pm
“Yes, alright. Lead the way.” Toulouse tentatively took hold of Pasayo’s hand again and let the now young girl lead him through the twisting halls of the dark house. The manor seemed like a maze really and Toulouse had no idea how Pasayo made her way so quickly through it without stumbling or pausing in any confusion.
Finally after having been thoroughly confused Toulouse found himself on Piero’s doorstep, blinking in the bright moonlight. He spotted Atticus across the street laying under some bushes. It seemed the dog disliked loitering on Piero’s land. Toulouse made a motion and the Dane sat up, waiting.
“Pasayo I--” Toulouse paused as he looked at the girl whose features had changed almost drastically in the hours that they had been together. Pasayo’s pink hair was bright and seemed to shine in the dark just as her eyes glowed in the same fashion. He wondered why they did so.
Pasayo’s beauty struck Toulouse suddenly, almost as it had the very first time that they had met in that other life. The girl’s dark skin caught the moonlight, shimmering like glitter. He admired the way her eyes were deep, almost mournful, holding a compassionate innocence that he imagined he could wrap himself up him. Pasayo made him feel safe, almost normal again.
Toulouse’s features softened as he looked on at the girl, letting the silence stretch. He smiled faintly wondering if his actions would be taken in ill. He wanted to so badly though. So, with no thought at all, he bent nearly in half to Pasayo’s level and laid a gentle kiss on those so full, inviting lips, barely a brush of skin at all.
The Ashe sighed then, content in the feeling before realizing what he had just done. He blushed a very curious shade of red as he straightened almost rigidly. With a hurriedly embarrassed goodbye, all manners lost, he fled from the doorstep and from Pasayo, wondering what she would think of his assuming manner.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 9:23 pm
Wh...wha....
Pasayo's knees buckled beneath her as Toulouse's lips left her face and his frame ran away from her porch and into the shadows, her small eyes now wide open and seemingly staring off into space. It took a moment for her mind to register what happened, her body already so willing to do so, and she slowly moved her right hand up to touch her fingers to her lips.
He kissed me.
Of course she knew what a kiss was - they showed it on television programs sometimes - so it was easy for to identify the situation that had just occurred. What was hard for her to know was why it had come to pass as suddenly as it had, just a fleeting moment, considering it had come entirely from left field to land on her. She did not think Toulouse had felt that way about her at all, nor did she think she would feel like this after such a simple thing as a kiss.
Her knees buckled beneath her, leading her to collapse onto the porch in a glorified heap, her fingers still touching her lips. A fierce blush spread across her cheeks and seemed to leak down tot he rest of her body, raising her temperature and causing her heart to pound so heavily inside her chest.
Wha...what did that mean...?
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