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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 9:54 pm
((Feel free to jump in and bother Xaxis - he's sick of being inactive. He's aloof, sure, but that doesn't mean he's an island.))
Xaxis sat outside, in the cold, watching the snow fall down, down, down. Lucien was inside the apartment complex, getting ready for work, but the little raven just didn't feel up to going to the store.
It seemed, to him, that everyone was on edge.
It seemed, to him, that everyone was so busy with this holiday cheer crap that they didn't notice the smaller things. Like snow. Everyone complained about it - snow this, slush that - but did anyone ever watch it?
How it fell and drifted? How it slowly danced, its few minutes of life directed entirely by the wind upon which it played? Would it land in his hair and melt? Would it land on a vehicle and freeze? Its fate was small and humble, and yet, nobody watched how it came to rest upon its final fate.
Snowflakes, in his opinion, were pretty.
But nobody, he knew, was going to ask about what he thought.
Nobody would really care.
But, Xaxis was used to flying alone. Sure, back when he'd been completely a Bird, sometimes he remembered flying with others. Sometimes, at night, he remembered flying on the wind just for the sake of flying! Sometimes, at night, he remembered building nests and clucking at other animals and passing people - just for the sake of being obnoxious.
But that, in a way, seemed so far away.
Today, for now, he didn't feel like going into the Birdcage. Today, he felt like it was time for him to leave his Boy to his own devices, and meander elsewhere. Right now, it was sitting on the snow-covered steps of the Shadyside Apartment Complex. But perhaps later he'd go to the park, or just mosey throughout the city.
Some Birds couldn't stand to be away from their companions.
Some Birds needed to be with another ALL. The. time.
But not Xaxis.
As far as the raven was concerned, he didn't need anybody. He liked to be by himself, to appreciate the smaller things in life. Hugging his thing, pastey-white arms around him, the black and pink haired boy nestled closer to his scarft and winter jacket.
Hand-me-downs, all o them, but the little boy didn't care. Lucien had done his best, and had even let Xaxis pick out the boots. Sniffling, the cold causing him to look even more dreary and sickly, Xaxis rested his head on his arms which hugged his knees.
The snow and him were friends. Who needed anyone else?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:28 pm
(( I'm game. :3 ))
Rascir left Jenys to nurse his cold. Trudging in shoes too large for him and in all of Jenys' old clothing that day - an old highschool t-shirt under a large knit sweater striped in black and grey, a pair of dark blue sweatpants, two pairs of kneesocks, and a battered old scarf and a pair of old knit mittens (the remnants of an old Christmas present).
Singing as he went, he wandered down the steps of the apartment complex to have some exploration time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:09 pm
What was that? Singing? Music? Finding his thoughts distracted, the black haired boy looked over his shoulder at the muffled voice. As the door opened and a bright-haired Guardian walked out, Xaxis couldn't help but stare.
Someone was happy.
And it was almost disgustingly so.
Still - this was that other bird, that one who sometimes was found at the shop. The raven didn't know him - not really - and didn't remember much interraction with the Bunting before. But those memories - those lives lived as a Bird - were fading so very quickly. This was his life now, and the only thing he truly knew wsa that sometimes things got sick.
Heck, a lot of times Xaxis himself was feeling shotty and under the weather, but somehow the little boy wasn't surprised. Still sitting stiffly on the steps, he turned back to stare at the street.
Well - let him sing if he felt so inclined. Xaxis wasn't going to bother telling him to be quiet.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:15 pm
Rascir knew Jenys' cold was nothing dangerous, Jenys explained that he just needed some rest and that it'd be best of Rascir didn't get too close for fear that he might catch his cold, too. There came no tantrum, no complaints and no questions asked from the little buntingboy. Jenys was surprised, all Rascir had wanted was to go outside and play in warm clothes. Pointing feebly at one of his unpacked boxes, Jenys let him have his pick of his own clothing.
By now Jenys was fast asleep in his bed, leaving little Rascir to amuse himself. He hopped down each step with both feet, laughing at how his large shoes made a clopping sound. With each clop he sang "Do Re Mi", unaware that there was anyone at the bottom of the step.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:49 pm
Be that as it may. Crossing his arms again, realizing the little bright bird seemed oblivious to everything but the retarded song, he dug himself deeper into his warn jacket and scarf. The snow was settling upon the dark, wool-jacket, and the little boy wanted desperate to shake it off.
He did, sort of, squirming in his seat. His snow-pants were WAY too huge, but Lucien had insisted. He didn't need the kid to catch pneumonia and die thanks to his neglegence. Besides, as far as Lucien was concerned, the little bird was far too feeble and sickly anyway! Who knew what cold weather would do!
Shuffling his wngs underneath the jacket - he was uncomfortable - the boy shook his head and hair, wishing his feathers could fluff up and keep him warm. It was very cold outside, but he didn't want to go in, not yet.
Quiet as ever, he reached out with his gloved hand to pick up a pile of snow.
Cold.
Reaching up, he licked it, and almost smiled.
But it sure was good!
Looking up, he left his mouth open, his pale tongue yearning to catch a few of the falling flakes.
((Heh - wow - two of them in their own little worlds. x3 Rascir with his music, Xaxis with his "I need no one!" attitude. ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:29 am
(( In this episode, Rascir's gravity bill gets cashed... ))
It wasn't until another great leap and a high note that he lost his balance. Being the shoes were too large for him, he fell down the last step as one of the shoes flopped off in the opposite direction.
Luckily, there was something soft and squishy sulking on the last step.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:55 pm
Cawing (hey - old habits die hard) the little bird found himself pushed off the step, something having fallen on top of him! Being petite and very slight, he'd been pushed off the bottom step and onto the sidewalk covered in snow - something still on him.
Squirming frantically, he tried to push Rascir off him, tangled in his scarf and feeling very wet and violated. He didn't like this whole breaking-others-falls bit - not at all!
"Get off," he grumbled, a bit put off that someone tripped on him. He wasn't angry, just annoyed, and wasn't one to appreciate being startled in such a manner. He wasn't hurt, but a bit shaken. He hadn't expected the other one to fall.
Not bothering to push the other off (he was waiting for Rascir to push himself off, since Xaxis doubted his own "strenghth" - or lack thereof!), he studied the large-shoed boy. "You okay?" He still wore a small frown, but he wasn't mad and any previous irritation was loosing steam fast.
Xaxis was too aloof to bother snarking at another for long.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 12:27 pm
"Sorry," said Rascir meekly, but coughing out a little laugh.
No one looked seriously hurt as he sat with dirty mittens, muddied knees and bottom looking at Xaxis brooding about. He started laughing again, rubbing at his sore rear end as he got up.
"Shoes too big," he offered in explanation, hopping on one leg rather expertly with his one shoed foot and looking around for the other. There was nothing more uncomfortable than wandering around with one shoe and a wet sock.
Without thought he was singing again, who knows what exactly the words were. As a little boy he couldn't just warble notes about anymore, he had to use words. He was most "talkative" when he was singing, anyway. He hadn't mastered the bit about timing and making the words match up at the end, no one had bothered mentioning that that was how most humans sang.
"I'm Rascir," he said after finding his shoe and sticking his foot in it again.
He invited himself to stand next to Xaxis, looking around at the wintery scene. Where there was color, it looked more vivid against the white. Snow fell gently onto his brightly colored head of hair. He sang mindlessly again, unafraid that anyone else was listening.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 6:03 pm
((Sorry for the delay, Syr! O_o Hopefully I can keep up with this this time.))
The boy stared at the colourful one, watching him hop on one foot as he tried to find his shoe. Who one earth was he? His rich, pommegranite stained eyes focused on him, not exactly amused by the giggles and sing song.
No, Xaxis wasn't as light hearted as this Rascir appeared to be. He wasn't amused by being tripped over, he wasn't entertained by his singing. He (mostly) just wanted to be left alone. People were bothersome, in a way, and Rascir wasn't proving his opinions any differently.
Still, the little raven did have manners, even if he was a bit stuffy and quiet. Reaching one of his long fingers up, he tugged tighter at his scruffy scarf. It was cold, his nose was starting to run, and he wasn't exactly feeling perky or in the greatest health.
He was getting sick.
Again.
"I'm Xaxis," he started softly, voice muffled behind the fabric. Sniffling, he studied the bright haired, dark-skinned guardian. Crossing his arms, he watched with slight agitation as the little one stayed near and continued with his babbling and singing.
"Is that all you do? Sing?" It was part accusation, part question. He wasn't trying to be rude, but he much preferred the silence to squabble.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:24 pm
(( No worries, Dis. :3 You take care of yourself first. ))
"Sorry," Rascir smiled cheerily at him then looked at Xaxis' face.
He gave Xaxis an appraising kind of look, cocking his head as though changing the angle would improve things. He laughed ever so softly, almost like the laughter of the wind itself. His voice was evolving to be pitch perfect the more he sang each day, it was involuntary.
"Lucien..." Rascir said finally. "Trixie..." he said after that.
That's all he knew, he didn't even know what or who those words were attached to, but something in Xaxis' face said that to him. Then he remembered that young man who worked alongside Jenys at the shop and how sometimes he'd threaten to eat the little caged mice and hamsters from time to time as he cleaned around them. Rascir liked him, seeing Janys working with him must've meant Lucien was a friend.
But who was Trixie? Where did -that- come from? Nothing was attached to those names, they were just what something inside blurted. He'd done it previously when he was with Jenys a few days back.
He looked nervous and blushed at Xaxis, turning his gaze to his own large shoes. Maybe this wasn't the best time to try to make friends with Xaxis. He didn't look particularly happy and falling on him didn't seem to cheer him. Even singing didn't make him happy! It was incredible to fathom that not even song could ease him, it had always seemed to ease Jenys.
Maybe it was best if he wandered elsewhere... he started for the snowy bit of open field, doing his best to keep his humming quiet. He couldn't help himself! The day was so -lovely-!
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 9:29 am
Xaxis studied Rascir, not exactly put off with him, but not sure how to deal with all his light-hearted glory. All he did was hum and sing and dance and play. Xaxis wasn't like that, not at all.
He preffered to do things his own way, at his own discretion. He surely did have a playful streak, but it only came out from time to time. The same with his affections towards his Boy - only now and then, when he felt like it. Xaxis danced to a beat of his own drum, and that was that.
There was no rhyme or reason for his actions, it was merely when the urge arised to do something, there was a good chance he'd do it.
As the little dark skinned Guardian mentioned Lucien and Trixie, one of his eyebrows quirked in question. "That's right," he agreed solemnly, rolling on his feet from heel to toe. "He works with yours sometimes," he explained, shrugging his shoulders weakly.
And that was all to be said about that. It was an obvious statement, it was something that everyone should have known, so there was no more reason to discuss it further. Looking down at the cold snow, the boy shoved his hands deeper in his pockets.
He didn't say anything, but he'd decided that maybe this Rascir kid (weird as he was!) was could be a potential playmate. He hadn't had a chance to get to know anyone else, and his humanity required that he make some allegiances, loose as they might be.
Rascir was a start, even if Xaxis thought him childish and silly.
(Not that Xaxis was any more mature - he just liked to think himself so!)
As the little buntingboy headed down towards the field, like a silent shadow, Xaxis followed, the beginning of the bridge of potential friendship.
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