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 Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:48 am
What a busy week. Things were progressing along slowly, too slowly for his liking, Donny realized with a twist of his lips. He'd put Frey to roost and was sitting on his rear on the front lawn, letting his thoughts wander.
He could feel the cool of the grass under his hands and legs. It was getting colder every day, and he didn't like it. His golden skin glimmered in the moonlight, making him a haunting vision to behold.
His thoughts wandered away from their normal distractions of friends, and conquests, to the one thought that he wanted nothing to do with. His father. No matter what he tried to busy himself with, his mind always returned to that.
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"No, no I can't.."
"But you must remember him, Nio! He's your s-"
"I know what he is, I know they're all mine, I've seen the pictures. I've heard the stories. Please.. this hurts enough as it is."
Their voices were loud enough to wake him, and he had gotten up to complain, but Donny was frozen at the stairwell. He couldn't see his father, but he could see the picture frame in his hand. A picture of their whole family.
"I want to remember, Enoh. I want another miracle. But all I can remember is you."
Donny took a step, and a squeaky toy announced his presence. His father shot up from the seat in which he sat in the kitchen, and his mother stepped sideways. Both of them turned to look at him.
All I can remember is you.
He had forgotten Donny.
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It was inexcusable.
Donny pulled up blades of grass from under his fingertips, and blew them outward into the wind. His eyes were dark, and slit. He was angry. Very, very angry.
And he was plotting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 8:44 pm
Quote: ( RP Located Here) RP Summary: Donny meets Udell, and sparks fly between their guardians.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 10:26 pm
It was around that time.. Donny's favorite time of year. The time of year when everything was as shiny as he was. It was December. December meant Christmas. Christmas meant presents.
He shivered with excitement.
He has been so excited in fact, that as soon as he'd found out the stationary store was offering gifts for sale, he'd bought one for all of his friends. He'd never given more presents out in his life.. but now came the wait. The wait.. for receiving.
After all, that was why you gave, right?
He heard a knock at the door, and the mailman held out a package. It was addressed to him! IT HAD BEGUN.
He signed for it hastily and looked at the sender. A fan? How mysterious.. it was a wonderful beginning to a wonderful Christmas.
"Squishee, I got my first present. You should set up the tree soon, so I have somewhere to put them all." He called out to no one in particular. For the time being he set it on the corner where he knew the tree would go, and puffed his chest up proudly.
He had a fan! Well, of course he did.. he had many. But still.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 11:21 pm
Nio was sitting on the floor, setting up a train set that he had just bought his son Aurion as a 'Happy Growing Up' present, along with some new clothes. Donny was watching sullenly from the staircase, his eyes dark with jealousy.
"Donny, come down here, I want you to meet someone!" Nio called out from the living room, without realizing the boy was on the staircase. Donny's head backed up a bit, giving a minute or two before actually moving. He padded down the stairs quietly, and flopped with a rustle on the couch behind the pair.
Nio pulled away from the train set and let Aurion work on it by himself, while he looked up and regarded his son with a grin. "I have a great surprise, I bought something else while I was out. Look!" He gestured over the other end of the couch, and Donny wondered if he meant for the boy to bend over and look. His wonders were silenced when a small, sleek creature slid out from behind the couch, stretching out it's front paws lazily. It smelled of lemon and sugar, and it's bright colors seemed to liven the room just a bit. Donny watched it, interested.
"What is it?"
"It's a Mozou! It's one of Prox's creatures, you remember my friend Prox don't you? Well he sells these, and I saw this one, or smelled it rather, and I couldn't say no! You know what it reminds me of?"
The Mozou shook it's puffy curls and hopped up on the couch, making itself at home. "Pie! Doesn't it smell like lemon meringue pie? Mmm, baked fresh too. A pet that smells like pie."
Donny seemed tempted to reach out and touch it, but hesitated. ".. Is it edible?"
"Of course not! No nibbling little precious Taltos, yesyouis." Nio scritched Taltos under it's chin, eliciting a soft purr.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Donny felt brave enough now that his father had touched it, and reached out to pet the fluffy-soft hair that looked as though it would collapse when a hand pressed against it. It felt like cotton candy, but didn't melt to the touch.
"Well uh.. ah. I dunno. I didn't ask. Silly of me. Let's see. I can't really.. tell.." He lifted up one of Taltos' legs, and the creature batted his hands away quickly with both lower paws. ".. no idea!"
Donny petted the soft hair in silence, and watched it. A new pet.. so bright and soft, and regal too. It arched it's back and settled back down, licking the fur down that had risen up at the indignity of being 'checked' for gender.
"Taltos." Donny repeated, and said no more. The boy was transfixed. It was very, very pretty.
A worthy companion, indeed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 4:20 pm
"You still writing?"
Donny looked up at his 'squishee' with a glare, as the man prepared dinner. "Yes I'm still writing."
"Okay, don't give me that look! Just wanted to make sure you finished all your homework before dinner."
Donny had been given the task of writing a letter to a friend for his homework. He was home-schooled, which meant that he did homework and was taught to do things by his father on a daily basis, but went to visit the program's network facility once every two weeks for group lessons and evaluation. They gave Nio a variety of projects that he could use for the boy, and this was one of them. As they felt he needed work on his writing skills, he was currently sitting there writing a letter to Elena.
Donny cringed when the blender turned on. Such distraction.Quote: Dear Elena, Hi Elena. This is Donny. I have to rite a letter so I decide to rite one to you. How are you? I am good. I am looking for-forw happy that Christmas is coming. Are you? I sent you a present. I hope you like it. Here is a drawpicture for you from me. Okay good bye love you. From, Donny
Donny spun around and glared at his father, bending the paper over as he stuck his tongue out.
"You know, I said it once and I'll say it again. You're turning out to be quite the casanova."
The first time Nio had called Donny that had been when Donny was a toddler, but now Donny knew the reference, and scrunged up his face.
He stood up and turned to walk away, but stopped, and looked at his father indignantly.
"I'm not a casanova just because I write to my girl friends. It's not like I'm going to go around kissing them or anything gross like that."
"Girl friends?"
Donny brushed a hand in the air. "Yes. You know. All the girls I love. Like Elena and Chailyn and Lyris and Vidya. Squishee, why are you laughing at me?!"
Nio had to put down the sauce pan to keep from dropping it to the floor. Sure, the boy loved all his 'girl friends' platonically, but the way he spoke of them.. Nio couldn't keep the laughter in. It sounded like Adonis fancied himself a harem leader.
Turning red with anger, Donny turned and stormed off, heading to get an envelope and a stamp for his precious letter.
How rude.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:06 pm
Quote: ( RP Located Here) RP Summary: Donny spends some time in the snow with Chailyn!
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:16 pm
Elena Anios A couple of day's after Donny sent the letter off to Elena, a reply arrived in the mail. The envelope was a plain white one, and was addressed to Donny in sparkly blue ink.
So much better.
Donny suddenly realized that he was a below average writer. He also realized that he had just sent Elena proof of his weakness, his.. his.. inadequacy.
How humiliating.
He took the letter upstairs and folded it gently back into it's envelope, before entering his bedroom. He closed the door, and curled up on his own bed, and silently cried.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:20 pm
Vidya had just come home from a trip into town with Aurion, and while the toddler was wrecking havoc downstairs - probably trying to find ways to hang from the ceiling fan, no doubt - Vidya had wandered upstairs, taking off her winter jacket while a poor bologna sandwich on a bun was being held by her teeth.
Something from Donny's room caught her attention however, and the tale backed up a few steps to stare at the door to her younger brother's room, her coat only half off, trapping her arms behind her while her wide white eyes stared into the room over her bologna sandwich.
Quickly wiggling one arm out of the coat (and conviently forgetting to take it off the other arm, too), the blue-skinned girl opened the door without knocking, poking her head (and her sandwich) into the room. To anyone else, Donny was just being Donny...but Vidya knew better, somehow. Parading into his room and closing the door behind her, Vidya stayed two seconds near the door, calmly prying the bun from her mouth and humming to herself. The bun was put on the edge of a dresser.
Not a moment later though, she suddenly ran to the bed and pounced on her brother, clinging to him and nuzzling him in an overly affectionate sister way.
"Doooooonnnyyyyyyy~ What's wrong?" She teased him cheerfully, making it quite clear she wasn't going to let go or leave him alone until she got her answers.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:30 pm
Though Donny didn't realize when Vidya had entered the room, he had heard her and his little brother return home from their trip. This had forced him to attempt to suck up his sadness and try to stop crying, but it wasn't working very well so far. When Vidya began to run, however, Donny realized the girl was in the room, and reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. He didn't have much time for it, since she was upon him a heartbeat later.
He rubbed his eyes angrily and looked up at her, his eyes red but devoid of tears.
"I can't write very well." He admitted to her without a moment's hesitation, after making sure no one else was in the room. Vidya was, to him, like another part of him, and not someone to hide his faults to. She was, in fact, the only person he did not attempt to hide his faults with.
He let the girl nuzzle into him, gathering what comfort he could from the affection, but he hadn't moved much save for turning and looking her way. "I tried to write a letter and it came out awful." He only realized it was awful after seeing someone elses handwriting.. but now that he knew how he should be writing, it was all a disaster.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:42 pm
Vidya lent her listening ear, sprawled out on Donny like it was the most natural thing in the world. Well, either that or he was a living couch. She chuckled softly when she saw him look around, and then promptly placed both of her blue hands on his hot cheeks.
"I closed the door." She informed him with a small smile. Of course, she listened to his every word. Once he was done, and poked at his forehead. "...Are you sick or something, Donny? You've never let anything like this bother you before." Really, she was baffled he'd cry over things like writing...somehow, she didn't think it was something he could do. "Well ah...Teivel said that boys can't write as well as girls." She informed her brother, sliding off of him to instead lay on her side beside him, facing him. "But then he said my writing is worse than either gender." She admitted with a sheepish chuckle, scratching at her own cheek.
"I've seen you write Donny. You're a much better writer than I am, and I'm older than you!" Somehow, if it had been anyone else, they might be offended that someone younger could write better...but not Vidya! She could write yes, but she was terrible at it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:47 pm
Ah, yes, there was the one part he'd left out of the conversation that would have explained why he was this upset. He made a face, a pitiful face, and sniffed. "It's not just that.. it's.. I wrote a letter to Elena. And she wrote me back, and look, just look.." He held out the letter in it's envelope, which was slightly crumpled in the middle from him clutching it. The thought of the letter sent him into tiny silent hiccups of crying all over again, and he buried his head into his arm.
"I'm so embarrassed.." He made himself believe that he was embarrassed at not knowing how to write, and not that Elena probably thought he was stupid now, and never ever wanted to talk to him ever again. Ever.
His hiccups of crying became more pronounced as he thought more on the matter.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:00 am
Letter to Elena? Blinking, Vidya took the note from her brother, opening it and reading it - however slowly. "Oh WOW, she does have neat writing! I'm so jealous!" She couldn't help but say out loud, even if the jealousy was a fleeting thing. She handed the note back, pondering what to say next.
"Well, she asked you to write back, didn't she? Thats a good sign! It means she doesn't mind your writing...she wouldn't ask if she didn't like it." Vidya theorized, though it was obvious she didn't much consider overly neat handwriting skills important. With an obviously fake yawn, she stretched her arms out and literally rolled over her brother...if only to shower him in an unyeilding barrage of hugs. "BESIDES." She started again, lightly pinching Adonis' cheeks. "This is Elena. she's different. Everything is fancy about her...even the way she walks! And sits down, even!" There was absolutely no ill intention in Vidya's voice...her tone was more of an admiring one than anything. Really, she liked how fancy Elena was.
"If it really bothers you so much, why duncha try harder to write nicer? If you like her soooo much you let a silly thing like neat handwriting bother you, you should practice until you have handwriting you think she'll be proud of!" Vidya kept poking and prodding at her brother, hoping one time he'd fight back.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:10 am
When Vidya rolled over on Donny, he couldn't help but let out a weak giggle, and flopped his arm around her affectionately. Her behavior was infectious, after all. "She probably feels sorry for me." He answered, but he was already beginning to cheer up. His nose squirmed when his sister pinched his cheeks, and he sighed at her words. Elena was different, and that was partially what worried him. Still.. Vidya had a point.
"I want to try. I really want to learn how to write better, so I'm not so embarrassed. And then I can write to everyone, and they'll be impressed. Right?" The idea had merit. It sounded wonderful.. now if only he could magically learn how to write better.
He sat up in the bed, slowly so as not to allow Vidya time to move her flopped body. He wrapped his sister in his arms and cuddled her mercilously. "Thank you Viddy. You should write with me! We should write every day, and learn how to make beautiful letters and words that people will stare at in wonder."
He'd sucked his sister into his little plan, with little way out of it. "It will be glorious!" He pictured himself writing letter after letter, in penmanship that made people clap and cheer.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:13 pm
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