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 Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 7:20 pm
**Click the image to return to the main thread!** ~Devon~ ..........A tiny gift from above.... Finally, something for you to love, adore, and care for. You had prayed and prayed, as hard as you could. You pleaded your best. And finally, like an angel to answer your prayers, a small winged doll was granted to you... You finally had the one thing you had desired for so long. But, as they say, the course of true "love" never does runs smooth...Personal Information about Devon:Birthdate: March 28th, 2008 Core Emotion: Love Gender: Male Hair color: Blond like the Morning Sun Eye color: Black with Golden Flecks Date of first growth: May 15th
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 9:37 am
((Squeee! Okay, here goes! >.<))
+Hugs+
I clutch the small doll to my chest, trying not to let my tears fall on him, in case water can damage angels, too. "Why?" I cry, "Why? Why?" I look into Devon little button eyes. "Why does she hate me?" I ask, and then wait for him to answer. Ever since I have been little I have done this with my stuffed animals, except now it was different. Now I felt like he would actually speak to me, because Devon isn't a stuffed animal, he's an angel.
Just the thought of how Devon is so special makes me forget the fight with my mom and smile a bit. I hold him up to my cheek and nuzzle him a bit, grinning widely. "I love you more than anything." I whisper, and hold him out in front of me. "Do you love me, too, Devon?" I ask. His hair flops over a bit, and his head goes with it, making it look like he is looking at me in a sideways stare. I bite my lip and stroke his mouthless face.
Devon flops over again, this time onto my hand, making it seem like he his hugging my arm. I give my sweet angel an odd look and let go of him, but he still stays on my arm.
I gasp, knowing that this must be Devon's way of hugging! "I knew you loved me too!"
I was thrilled that Devon loved me too, but at the back of my head a though nagged at me 'Do dolls hug?'
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 3:49 pm
+Fix Me+
It's just another day, and I am dancing along happily, cleaning my room. Devon is resting by my window (where i put him), gazing at the sky. AFI is blaring through my speakers, and thank the Lord, my parents are gone. Because of this, my cat is allowed in the house. I see her run into my room, and hop up on the windowsill. "Awww! Does Celine want to play with Devon? Okay, but be nice!" I warn Celine, my cat. Feeling that she will take my suggestion to heart, I go back to screaming my fave band.
'The Leaving Song' ends and I turn to check on Celine and Devon, and I find Devon's arm lying beside him and his leg being ripped from his body. "Devon!" I shriek, rushing to his side. "Bad kitty!" I yell, thwacking Celine on the nose, something I have never done before. She drops his leg and runs out of the room.
Tears begin to fall down my cheeks. "Devon..." I say "I am so sorry!" I hug him to my chest and a bit of his cloud like stuffing falls out. In a panic, I run over to my sewing box, and pull out some black thread and a needle. I quickly stuff back up the leg and tenderly re-attach it. I do the same to the arm and Devon does his little flop-hug. By now I am already used to this, but it still sends tingles down my side. I nuzzle his little face and whisper "There, all better!"
Later that night, I pull Devon out from under my pillow (my hiding spot for him) and snuggle with him. "We're never going to let Celine get to you again, now are we? I mean, she didn't mean to hurt you, she was just trying to play. Maybe you will understand when you're older." I say, fiddling with his clumsy leg and arm stitches. "Oh well..." I mumble, fading off to sleep after the long day...
(I would like when he is older this to stay on him, thxxx heart )
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 10:14 am
+The first Day+
Summer break is over and it's time to go back to school. Devon and I's bond has grown to enormous heights. I have overslept again, and I left Devon cradled in my arms! My mom came up to wake me up, and if it weren't for my loft, she would've seen Devon! I need to be more careful.....
Right now I am 'getting dressed' but I am really just playing with Devon, something I do more than a 14 year old should. "TORI! THE BUS IS GOING TO BE HERE IN 5 MINUTES! I AM NOT DRIVING YOU TO SCHOOL AGAIN LIKE LAST YEAR!" my mom screams from downstairs. "It's okay, mom I don't want you to!" I yell back, laughing a bit. I quickly pull on my lolita skirt and fishnet top under a tank with the words 'I probably hate you' scrawled on it in red. Devon seems to stares at me with longing button eyes. "Awww! But Devon.....no dolls at school, remember? I don't want you to get taken up....then my mom would have to come get you......you know what that means...." I whine, holding him. "TORI!!!!!!" my mom screams. I quickly stick Devon in my purse and brush my teeth then run out the door. The bus is starting to pull away "WAIT!" I scream, running after it. The freshmen, softmores, and juniors are laughing hystericly at the 'running goth girl', who is of course, me. The bus stops and I hop onto it, my face bright red. "Tori, you're such a dork! Great way to come back to school." it's is the voice of my good friend, Erin. I sit down, feeling like a fool on my first day of high school. I clutch my bag and feel some hair. I quickly gasp knowing that Devon is visible and I try to stuff him further into my purse but my friend practically yells "Hey! What's that thing?" and snatches Devon right out of my hands.
"STOP!" I cry, snatching him back and stuffing him in my purse. Once I get off the bus I run to the safety of the bathroom. "I'm so sorry.....Devon-chan...."
(i will continue this the next post)
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 3:00 pm
+Save Me+
I decide to skip out first period (or what would be first period) and stay with Devon in the bathroom. I walk to the far corner and it down, deciding that I am going to wash my clothes a million times when I get home. "Oh, Devon, Erin was so rough with you! I'm sorry." I pet his head "Are you okay?" He slumps over in his little hug and I sigh. "Good. I was nervous that you would be mad. You're so understanding." I say, and cuddle him.
I fall into a little nap, dreaming of a land where dolls turned to people, and Devon and I lived happily ever after. I wake to the sound of flip-flops aproching. I look up wearily mumbling "What a strange dream...." and instead of finding a friend, I find the mean girls from 8th grade. "Oh, look what the toilet threw up.....emo girl...." Anna says. Her friends laugh. "Look...guys...last year was different! Let's put that behind us and start high school fresh! I mean, that's what it's all about, right? New beginings?" I franticly say, standing up. Anna smiles and says "Yes! Let's be friends! And friends share, right? So why don't you show me that doll you are holding." "Uhhh..." I whine, looking at Devon. I then hold him out, so that Anna can see him. "His name is Devon. Isn't he cute?" I ask. "Yea, real cute..." Anna then says, and snatches him from me "...FOR A SACK OF DIRT!" She yanks his yellow hair roughly, and plucks at his stiches. "STOP!" I scream, lunging for Devon. Anna throws him to Casey, another girl, and I fall. Casey looks at Devon with amusement and holds him upside down by his leg. I look up and Devon seems to be pleading "Help me!" I start to stand up and Casey rips out an eye saying, "I love this color button...." "You're awful!" I cry, reaching for him again. Casey throws it back to Anna and says "Get the other button for me, will ya?" Anna grabs Devon and vicously rips out his other eye. She trimphantly raises her hand, holding the button in it. I see some redish liquid on Anna's hand and I gasp "Devon! He's bleeding!" Anna screams and drops Devon, who's eyes are still trickling blood. I quickly crawl over to him, and snatch him up. I hug him close, not caring that he was a doll but he was bleeding. "Oh, Devon...I'm so sorry....I should have never let this happen to you! And now you're bleeding, oh what do I--" my thoughts interupt my own question The sewing kit! I have been carrying that thing aroung since 7th grade and it's never helped until now..... I reach in my purse and pull out my sewing kit, which has two black buttons in it. "I'm sorry, Devon, but it's the only color I have!" I say, threading the needle. I quickly splash his eyes with a little water to clean them up, and I quickly sew the buttons onto his eyes. "There!" I say, triumphantly, holding Devon above my head. I hold him close to my heart, and we sit there in silence for a few seconds. After a minute, I hear a voice that sounds soft and faint, like it were far away say "Thank you." I look around me and say "Did you hear that, Devon?" He looks me dead in the eyes, and the faint voice come back up. "Devon loves you." I gasp "Are you...Devon...? I ask. "Devon loves you." it responds. "You can talk?" I ask.
The soft voive says nothing for a while, and then breaking the silence in my head, I hear the beautiful words "Devon loves you."once more.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:28 pm
+Teach Me+
Every night since three days ago, when Devon said his first words, it has been something he never stops saying. 'Devon loves you.' he says after I've had a fight with my mom. 'Devon loves you.' he says before I go to bed. I have been so happy with these words, I haven't wanted to teach him any other words, in fear that he might not say that he loves me anymore. But the day has come. It is saturday, and my parents are gone with my little sister. I sit Devon down in a doll desk, the perfect size for him. His lesson begins with the simple hello, and continues to cat, how are you, and ends with goodbye. My parents get home and make their presence known with a lound "hey Tori, we're home!" "Coming!" I yell back. I touch Devon and he replies with "Bye bye! Come back soon." I giggle then race down the stairs, feeling satisfied. And yes, yes I do go back soon. Go back to my little fallen angel, Devon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 5:50 pm
((I will do a post where I witness Devon's growth when it comes))
+Songs of Love+
"Devon!" I sing out. "How about we go to a concert together?" Of course, this isn't a really big concert, my mom would have to come, and Devon couldn't sit out. "My friend, Savanah, is playing a gig at Coffie's Cup, and my other friend, Orie, is driving! You can come!" I purr, snuggling Devon close. "Honey, Orie is here!" my mom calls from downstairs. "Coming!" I yell, stuffing Devon in my bag. I rush down the stairs and hug Orie hello and my mom goodbye as my mother explains to Orie how careful he needs to be. Orie and I hop into his box-like car, and drive off to Coffie's Cup. When we get there, Savanah has already began to play, but she pauses to hug me hello, and I introduce her to Devon. Sav hugs him and whispers hello, and begins to play again. I lean down and kiss Devon on the tummy, leaving red lip prints behind. "Whoops...." I whisper. His small arms fold down and tenderly touch the lip marks. "I love it, Tori." Devon replies. The whole time Devon sits in my lap, except when I hand him to one of my friends for them to hug and hold him. When I leave, Orie says "So where'd you get that little doll thing?" I smile and reply "You mean Devon? He came from....someone specail." I hug Devon close again, and I know in my heart that no matter what happens, we will always be together.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 12:52 pm
+The Growth+
Ah....yes....the day it happened...I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it only happened 5 days ago. The day Devon grew. The day I fully understood what I was supposed to do. What Devon really was.
It was late at night and Devon and I were reading a book together. We finish the book and I yawn "Okay...I'm tired now....." Devon touches my face softly and says 'You should get to sleep. I'll be right here.' he wiggles over to the mini-bed I made him and I pull the blanket over him. I settle into my sleep holding his hand with my fingers.
In the morning I woke up and found that Devon was nowhere near. I nearly screamed and scrambled down from my loft bed. My eyes were met with the sight of a doll, looking like a bigger version of Devon, sitting on the couch with a sewing needle and my purse in hand. He saw me and made a few more stiches, then held up my purse with a red heart sewn onto it. "Now that I can move the right way....I thought I could sew something for YOU! Because I love you." he said in a soft child-like voice. "D-devon?" I asked, walking over to him. Yes, it was my Devon...but why was he different?
Devon standed up and gave me a hug. "Isn't it great? Now we can hug the right way....isn't God great? I already thanked him, you should too." Tears pooled up in my eyes and I picked him up softly. I looked up torwards the sky and cried "Thanks so much, God!"
Devon hugged me tightly and that was it. The End...well...not really...but kinda. I could tell at the time that he was hiding something...but what? He still has yet to tell me...but I am still more than grateful to God in heaven for Devon. We go on walks together all the time now...even if he is a little clumsy. But don't tell him I said that.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 4:22 pm
+Questions of Love, Questions of the Mind+
Picture it: Devon and I in a graveyard, having green tea and cookies. I had to make a specail cup for him in art class cause he couldn't hold normal teacups. There are an assortment of brownies. Some smaller than bite-sized, and some normal sized. Ah...whats this!?!? Another story...yes, it is....
Devon stuffs one of the tiny brownies in his even tinier mouth. I giggle and take a small bite out of my brownie. Being with Devon has helped me look cuter, and act more polite and sweet. His small bites compell me to take small bites. His sublte actions and slow pace have helped me achive greater peace, a good thing for a crazy rocker like me.
Devon looks up to me and his black eyes glitter. "What's it like...?" he asks, and holds up his teacup. I give Devon an odd look and he is quiet for a moment. "What's it like having a heart? Feeling it beating in your chest? I feel yours, and it sends shivers and tremors down my spine and though my body. Don't you feel it's thunderous beat? And..." Devon looks down and I try to keep my eyes from filling with tears. ".....what's it like to feels that warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest? The one from movies. You know.....what's it like to really feel love?"
I can't hold it back. The tears come and I pick up Devon and hold him close to me. I just sit there and cry. I cry for me, and I cry for him. Mostly him. "Oh Devon" I try to whisper, but my words get choked up in another rush of tears. I know that there is nothing I can say to him, nothing I can do to describe the way I feel. The way I want him to be able to feel.
A burst of emotions come, rage, sadness, apathy, hatred, love, desparation....But all that comes out of me is tears. Devon lays his soft head against mine and says "I'm sorry....I didn't meant to make you cry...I....I just wanted to...." he looks at me with sad and frightened eyes. I look up at him when I feel his warm gaze on me, and I try to wiggle out a smile. It comes out lopsided and warped, but it is a smile nevertheless. I know he wants to cry, but he can't. I know he wants to hold me in big, strong, arms and tell me it's okay, but he can't. I know he wants to feel our hearts beating against each other, caught up in a rapturous moment of 'love'. But he can't.
"I love you so much, Devon." I whisper. "I love you too." he replies, touching my cheek with his soft, cloth hand.
I know he loves me. He knows he loves me, but he can't feel it. What a terrible thing. Who would punish him like this...? And why? Has my seemingly perfect angel done something so terrible to be doomed to a life without knowledge of the feeling of love, or sadness, or even hate? And what about his black wing...? Could my angel...my beautiful Devon....not be so angelic at all?
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:38 am
+Fly+
"I don't know, Tori...maybe it's too early...." Devon whines, clutching to the top of the railing. "Devooonnnn! You say that EVERY TIME!" I whine, tugging on a strand of his hair. "But....it's so scary!" he whines back in reply, his whine even more droning...like a true 'Emo kid' to be.
I stomp my boot on the ground and growl "You have to learn how to do this properly or I sware to God I won't take you with me to go hang out with Orie." Devon gives me a pouty face and whines a little, then reluctantly says "okay."
"Alright! Just let go and slide on the count of 3! One...." I raise my hand in the air, "..two!..." I wiggle my fingers "...THREE!" I exclaim and pull my hand down, hitting his hands, focing him to let go. Devon slides down the rainling screaming at the top of his lungs. He lands perfectly and starts jumping around for joy.
"Oh my God! Tori, I did it!" he cries. "Great job, Devvie-chan!" I squeal, running down the steps. "Let's do it again!" Upon hearing 'let's do it again' Devon's eyes widen and he runs away screaming. "Eh, hey! You come back here, you rascal!" I cry, chasing after Devon.
Once we have made 4 full circles around the house, I run into the family room again, and find Devon not to be right in front of me anymore. I slow down to a walk then stop. "Devon? Where'd ya go?" I hear a high-pitched Indian battle cry, and Devon jumps on my head! I burst out laughing as he dances around on my head. "I win...I win!"
He flutters down into my arms, and snuggles against my chest. I sit down and cuddle with him for a minute, giggling, and then notice that he was FLYING. I hold Devon out in front of me. "Devon.....you can fly?" I asks, bewildered. "Well of course! That's what these wings are for, right?" I smile and laugh a little. "Well I'm so glad you learned to fly!" "Heh..." he laughs, "me too."
'What if my perfect little angel flys away from me forever...?' I think, scared at once. But as if Devon read my thoughts, he puts his soft hands on my cheeks and says "But don't worry! I'll never fly away. I'll always be right here, protecting you, loving you. I'll always be your angel."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:11 pm
+Now and Forever+
Devon's soft wings flutter above my face. He tuggs on my hand with his long, soft arms. "Wakey- wakey eggs and bace-y!" he giggles in his musical voice. "You promised to give me a tatoo today!"
Ah....I had forgotten. I did promise that. I'm going over to April's house today. She not only believes, but she is a good artist too. She has drawn on so many of her dolls and such, and Devon has been complaining about how all the 'cool dolls' have tats, so I agreed. At least it won't hurt!
I get up and get dressed, and April picks me up. I go over to her house and we hang out for a while, and then April smiles brightly and says "Is Devon ready for his.." she giggles "Tatoo?" "I hope so!" I say nervously, going to get Devon for the game room. I had left him there because he wanted to watch Loveless on a widescreen. Devon sees me and stops the disc, and flys up to my head. "Is she ready? Is everything sterile?" he asks as I make my way up two flights of stairs.
April is sitting on the floor, with a bunch of sharpie pens laying in front of her, and a little chair set up. "What does he want?" she asks. Devon jumps off my head and sits in the chair. "I want Tori's name..in Gothic font..on my neck." he says, looking up at me, smiling. "Oh Devon." I gush, so flattered and happy. April smiles and orders "Sit still, and move your hair." She picks up the black pen and begins to draw it out.
When she is finished, it is black with a little grey and purple and blue. "Do you like it?" Devon inquires. "It's beautiful! I whisper, my eyes tearing up.
We hang out a little longer and finally Devon and I go home. Later on that night we settle into bed, and Devon's neck is facing me. Across his neck is my name and three words.
Victoria.
Now and Forever.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 10:16 pm
+Some Things Never End, and Some Things Fade in Time+
God gave him to me.
And now he's taken him away.
How do I handle my life like this?
I have a new angel now...Peyton. My boyfriend. Future husband. And this one is in human form. ha. But recently, Peyton was taken from me. And now, as I sit here and face the silence all alone and afraid, tears pushing at the corners of my eyes and fingers illuminated in the soft glow of my laptop, I hear that old voice, so familiar and sweet. I hear my Angel. His cold hands settle on my cheeks and he kisses me softly on the lips. His eyes say goodbye, but he promises he'll stay. For now.
I want to scream "I haven't seen you in almost a year, except for a few fleeting glimpses, and now you've returned, with your reassuring lips and promising words. Your hands are cold as ice, and your feet have led you to abandon me. And now... you return....?! But why? To taunt me with dreams that will never take form? To give me false hope and rip it away as you have done before..? no...no....no!"
Instead I simply smile and open my mouth to whisper "welcome back", but no words escape. His Golden eyes drill into my mind, and his smile is like a knife laced with morphine.
"I've missed you" His voice is strong and sure. Older.. I find myself wondering what has happened to my once little angel.
Sleep pulls at my eyelids and I yawn in response.
Will he lay with me tonight? Will I feel him?
And if tonight, what about all the other days? What about when I see my other angel, my new appointed gaurdian again? Will Devon dissapear once again?
I made that choice...but I never knew I was really going to have to loose one of them.
My choice... the Angel I chose..
Wasn't Devon. I don't deserve forgivness, but ...
I guess angels always have something to give.
I love them both. In different ways. For different reasons. But all in all, it's the same.
"And I know it's love but the universe breaks my heart." Abandoned Pools spills out of my iPod with just the right verse... From just the right Angel.
We settle into sleep and smiles are set on our lips as we mumble "I love you" and I drift away while he watches and protects. . .
I know that tomorrow, when I wake up, my choice will be final.
Devon won't be by my side.
((This...isn't for real it's just what I felt like writing))
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