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 Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:12 pm
x x x x x♥━━━━❤━━━━♥
x x x x x Love in the Air ♡ !
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x a VALENTINE'S prompt!
x x x x x x x x x x So glad you could join us!
x x x x x x x x x x Welcome to Anima Regnum's Valentine's Day prompt in our joint celebration!
x x x x x x x x x x Here, you'll find our special Guardian Luxia that embodies Valentine's Day, of
x x x x x x x x x x love, caring and sharing. Guardians are perma-chibi's but are not children; they
x x x x x x x x x x are special wardens of their domain. This Luxia will be one of a kind, unable to
x x x x x x x x x x be replicated in essence or in looks.
x x x x x x x x x x To get a shot at taking this one-of-a-kind Luxia home, all you have to do is fill
x x x x x x x x x x out the form below and give it your best. Be serious, be sweet, be cheesy; tis
x x x x x x x x x x the season for all of the above! Have fun!
x x x x x x x x x x Happy Valentine's Day!
x x x x x x x x x x This event runs from 12:01AM PST February 3rd to 11:59PM EST February 13th!
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:13 pm
x x x x x x x x x x ♥ Shop rules apply here. As always, please be courteous~ x x x x x x x x x x ♥ One entry per person. No mules. You may, however, enter for a friend. x x x x x x x x x x ♥ Show us the character! Personality is key. Though there's no preview yet, the Luxia is male. x x x x x x x x x x ♥ Submit your form and reply here. Do not PM the mule or the staff; entries not posted here will be disqualified. x x x x x x x x x x ♥ Have fun! x x x x x x x x x x Prompt 1 x x x x x x x x x x Being the bearer of love isn't easy -- human emotions aren't the simplest thing to share, after all! x x x x x x x x x x Lately, you've been wondering...will you ever find love yourself? What do you do to find it? Are you x x x x x x x x x x successful? What type of being do you choose? x x x x x x x x x x Prompt 2 x x x x x x x x x x You know no bias when it comes to love, able to share and empathize the feeling with Luxia and x x x x x x x x x x human, male and female. What does it mean to you, to be a Luxia and represent a human emotion? x x x x x x x x x x A day celebrated by humans? x x x x x x x x x x Prompt 3 x x x x x x x x x x Representing the day of love is a huge deal, as is being a Guardian! What do you think of yourself? x x x x x x x x x x How do your personality and actions reflect your special birthright?[size=11][b]Name (of the Luxia):[/b]
[b]Entry:[/b] (Answer ONE prompt here~)
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:19 pm
Name: Amadeus
Entry:This is a response to prompt 2
There was never much thought about it. Sure, love was a huge thing; the ability to make the strongest and most powerful beings turn to mush at the sight of their loved ones, to change the heart and ideas of even the angriest of people... love could do so much. People would die for love, kill for love! Love was one of the most longed for emotions, even over power. There are few people who would argue over how strong an emotion love was, and those people were the ones convinced that they would never find it; keeping themselves from it.
Content with his work, Amadeus perched himself in one of the hidden branches of a park tree, watching the many young lovers as they enjoyed their playful banter in complete happiness. This was what he lived for, this is what he enjoyed most. What greater joy could come from anything else?
Then again...
No, no. This, this is the greatest joy! Who doesn't like seeing their work coming out successfully? What could be better than seeing your work come to life?
The life of young lovers put a flutter in the Luxia's stomach, a smile softly spreading on his face. His tail, gleefully swaying to and fro, hung behind him as he clutched at the bark of the tree. Their smiles, their emotions and hormones emanating from them in aura-like waves... this was his happy place. Unable to imagine, Amadeus watched the love of others being shared, given and taken, gifted. What more could one want?
Taking a stand, the branch underneath his feet barely moving against the shift of his weight, Amadeus took one last look over the park before flitting off. His work was done, he had no need to be there any longer. As much joy that watching the young humans do their thing, it also gave him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't exactly able to pinpoint what this feeling was, but it was strong enough to make him want to move on. Perhaps bring love to more forlorn humans...
Or maybe just go back home...
No, no... he was already down here, Amadeus figured he might as well get some more work out of his way.
What was it that was dragging him down? As far as he knew, he wasn't lonely. The strong emotions of others were enough to keep him going, so that wasn't the problem. He had enough love to keep himself content, enough to keep the entire world content. What was it? What was this feeling deep down that "harshed his buzz?"
What did it all mean?
It was still several days until his holiday, until Valentine's day. Perhaps that was what was bugging him. It had been almost a year, now. He hadn't felt the huge amount of love that generally comes with that day in so long, maybe this was it. Maybe he'd feel better once that wonderful day peeked its lovely head in those moments where midnight slowly arrive. One could hope, right?
One could only hope.
As he lovingly watched his work come to life, Amadeus couldn't help but notice all of the decorations, merchandise... As much as he loved all the colors and presents, what had happened? He remembered when Valentine's day once meant nothing but a way to share your feelings with loved ones. It had become so commercial, but then again, so had just about all of the holidays. Christmas, Easter, Halloween... nothing meant what it used to anymore. Well... his day still meant what it had all along, just more... physical, sometimes petty gifts.
He did have to wonder why he had been in charge of this... the ability to make others feel such a strong emotion. He wasn't even human! Amadeus, as far as he knew, wasn't a god of any sort, wasn't any spiritual entity; something none physical! Sure, most humans he wasn't sure could see him, given usually kept himself out of sight, but what had given him this... this divine power?
Yeah, totally would have been rad to know what exactly was the meaning of it, it would have been awesome to be some kind of god! Sadly, he wasn't. Wasn't going to be. Never will be.
Bummer.
Either way, what did it all mean? Sure, he loved. He loved just about everything and everyone! He wouldn't mind finding someone, who wouldn't? He wanted his lady-dude, or maybe even dude-dude (if that was how it would happen, right?), but that wasn't what exactly he was feeling. Why was he questioning this awesome gift that he had recieved? He enjoyed his work, shouldn't that be all that mattered?
For some reason, Amadeus felt a little empty. Something felt off, off about everything. He questioned himself over and over, wondering just what it was. What did this all mean to him? What was there to his existance? He possibly would have been able to understand better if it had something to do with his race, but why was he linked to the humans? What was this spiral that he couldn't pull his mind from? Just why couldn't he wrap his mind around it?
"You always do this!"
Amadeus glanced over his shoulder, the woman's angry exclamation ringing in his ears. The woman was standing in front of a park bench, face red and wet. The man with her stared along with the Luxia, confusion and frustration written on his face. "Exactly what did I do? Why do you never tell me anything if it "always" bugs you? I don't understand!"
New tears spread across the young woman's face as her face contorted from anger into sadness. "Why can't you just grow up? It's like everything else is more important than us! Us! I thought we were together?" she huffed, turning on her heel and storming off.
Angry, the man crossed his arms, ignoring the judging stares of onlookers. What had he done, Amadeus wondered? He could feel the anger and sadness... it was quite potent. His heart ached along with the couple, watching carefully as the man continued to sit and sulk.
This wasn't right.
Flicking his tail, Amadeus concentrated on the man, his eyes centered on the back of his head. No, he wasn't a mind reader (but man did he think that would be rad), but he knew one thing, this had to be fixed. You can't make a lady cry! It's bad karma! And why would you want to make a pretty girl cry this close to Valentine's day!
A warm feeling fell over the man, his expression falling from hard to sad. All he needed was a clear mind... if he only had thought more of his dudette than his game (or whatever it was he had been focusing on, Amadeus didn't know), this wouldn't have happened. He stood, making a quick dash for the flower shop that was across the street from the small, mid-city park.
Amadeus' heart fluttered as the man came back out with a large bouquet of red roses cradeled carefully in his arms.
Of course, the lady was happy, once presented with the flowers and showered with apologies.
Thinking about it, again... why did it even matter? Why did he have to wonder? He was who he was, and as he saw himself, he was totally the embodyment of one of the strongest emotions known to man and Luxia alike! Did he know anyone else who could do what he could? No! He was something special! No one could replace Amadeus!
Well... except for if that little naked angel dude were real. He would probably cause some problems...
A smile was once again spread across his face, the empty feeling in his chest gone as he laughed at the thought. Who was he to question? He was Valentine's day! In his opinion, he was totally awesome! No one could be him! Love was his gift to everyone! So what if he wasn't human or human related?
Amadeus once again set out to spread love to all the rad dudes and lady dudes, knowing that this Valentine's day would be more than rad.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:51 pm
notes: holyshitomgomg sorry this is so long I DIDNT MEAN TO RAMBLE ORZORZORZ
u-uhmmm I wasn't totally sure on humans and luxia relationships so I'm sorry if this is a reallyreallyreally weird prompt response aaaah /SOBSOBPOSTSITANDGOESTOHIDE Name: Shiloh. ( hebrew - "peaceful, tranquil" )
Entry:Prompt Two You know no bias when it comes to love, able to share and empathize the feeling with Luxia and human, male and female. What does it mean to you, to be a Luxia and represent a human emotion? A day celebrated by humans?
The city is large and bustling, vibrant with emotion and romance hanging heavy in the air. Shiloh moves soundlessly through the human's world, so full of life and color, everything a rush of sound and sight, taste and smell. It all calls out to him, one thousand pin pricks of curiosity and excitement, making his mind dizzy with excitement, making it spin endlessly with need and want. But it is nothing in comparison to the tidal wave of emotion washing over him from like the ocean that spills over onto the sandy shores of a faraway beach. Shiloh slows to a stop, closes his eyes, and breathes. His body is hit on all sides again by the overwhelming scent of love, the air basking in its warmth. Like a duvet, it wraps around him, soft and careful, but at the same time, so beautifully bright and fine, as though it is on the cusp of burning him. But that heat feels good, because it spills over into passion, and passion is a product of love. Shiloh's tail swings back and forth, and he continues to breathe softly, in and out, slow and steady. His insides feel on fire, but is a kind warmth that surrounds him.
Shiloh shivers, because it makes his heart beat ten times as fast, his face flush with pleasure, and his mind spin with adoration for the human race. They are such odd creatures, so capable of many things. It is so very amazing how they boldly, fearlessly lay their hearts out on their sleeves, how they show their love so candidly at times. There is no doubt that it is messy, unpredictable, and god only knows how dangerous, but... but they continue to try. They continue to love. And that makes Shiloh's own heart beat so fondly for them. But still. Still he does not understand this emotion that he portrays. This twisted, complicated, endless sea of emotion that can so easily become the sire for so many more feelings that are all just as powerful and proud. His confusion hums and curls in his belly, an endless knot that he tries to work out. Perhaps that is why he is here today of all days, still on an endless hunt for the explanation behind the warmth that surrounds him, the emotion that he is created from. Perhaps he is here today to search for answers. Because today is special.
Today is Saint Valentines.
It is a day of love, it is a day when the world stops spinning and the only thing that matters is that one emotion that makes a human's heart flutter. It is the twenty four hours in which humans celebrate love so readily, so eagerly. They let their emotions overflow, whether it be happy or sad, loving or longing. And Shiloh wonders, how can this emotion be so simple and understood by these humans, and yet so complex and knotted with one thousand mysteries that he himself, a being that represents it, cannot even begin to fathom. He watches these people, so shy until this day and wonders, why does one single day, so very ordinary like every other, become the day that they celebrate love? And why, how can they simply look at it and acknowledge it so easily for what it is on the surface, never looking past until the moment it shatters into thousands of other emotions, all sired by this one single emotion?
Shiloh does not know, and perhaps it is something that he will never know.
But he wants to try. He has been trying, all day long, searching restlessly through the city. He has felt the pressure of one thousand young hearts all so candid with their love. He has seen couples dotting the streets, valentines stuffed into mail boxes, waiting to be opened. He has tasted the chocolate candy that high school sweet hearts had passed each other in class, and the brilliant radiance of old couples who had simply stayed at home, happy to be together with one another. But still, he is lost. Still, he is trying to understand. And so he begins his endless pace again, dancing through the shades and shards of moonlight that glisten through the pergola's top as night descends. He stops near the edge of the green tunnel, his wings giving a soft flap to propel him upwards, landing neatly on a bouquet of paper hearts strung lovingly from the canopy of a flower shop. Shiloh opens his mouth into a soft yawn, his tail curling around his lithe body and sliding up and down, the feathers tickling his skin and waving away the cold that had begun to descend over the night. However, a warm rush fills him suddenly, brushes away the chills more than his tail ever could. Shiloh blinks, his tiny fingers bunching in the paper hearts as he peers down at the illuminated entrance.
She stands there, her wrinkled fingers brushing the doorway, a smile on her lips. Shiloh knows instantly that she is alone, and yet... and yet love pulses from her in steady, warm, radiating waves, so overwhelming that the Guardian nearly falls from his perch. He watches, entranced as the elderly woman laces her fingers through the stem of a lily and touches it to her chest, glancing up at the moonlit sky with such a fondness that Shiloh's breath is stolen away. This emotion that wells inside of the shop owner has nothing to do with another human. It is tied deep and strong to that of her shop. And suddenly, Shiloh needs to know why. He watches as she disappears back inside, carefully unfurling his wings and swooping down. Through the window, he can see bouquet's of flowers, all lined up and well tended. Pots and dirt scatter across tables, the scent of nature kissing Shiloh hello. Then he spots a board on the far wall, painted over with a collage of pictures. He squints and sees many things. A wedding, children, lovers even! Flowers, happiness, simple day to day customers. All of them with the backdrop of the shop shining happily in the background. And slowly it dawns on him. This shop has housed so many of this woman's memories, so much of her life. It has become her passion and her world. This is a place that has witnessed so much love, and it is loved and cared for in return by one single person who is tied to it more than anyone else.
And Shiloh is once again baffled by such a thing. This woman, she sits and watches this shop, and cherishes her time together with it so tenderly that it makes the Guardian's own heart swell with warmth. But she never once questions the complexity of love, the tidal wave of other emotions that it could so easily bring, and the tangle of confusion that it is surrounded by. She never once wonders why she is so enamored with a place of all things, she simply... basks in the time she spends with it, never worrying about the trouble it may bring, or has brought already. Never caring to think about the what if's of what love could bring. Shiloh's eyes lower, and he wonders why she can be so at ease with such a heavy emotion on her shoulders, and how she never once even... questions it. Shiloh floats away from the window, his lips curving into a soft line as he contemplates this.
Such a mystery, He thinks to himself before he flits away again, dancing and curving through the air as a joy tangles within him. It seems as though he is beginning to understand love, if only bit by bit, piece by piece.
He lets the breeze catch him, passing above the lamp lit streets and dozens of late night couples. He feels old love and new love, a burst of infatuation and a touch of longing. This is the love he is used to, the love between two souls. What he had just seen was new to him. So new and amazing, so breathless and odd that it churned over and over again in his mind, even as the special night of Saint Valentines unfolded below. Shiloh slows himself down, the air tingling around him. He stares out into the night, realizes that he has come such a far way from where he was before. This place is where the city quiets itself. A place of solitude and silence. No Valentines decorations litter this area, so bold and bright. Instead, it is almost lonely, this vast expanse of land. Shiloh passes the gate and enters the graveyard, giving his wings soft flaps as he moves throughout the place, restless and unwilling to settle down. And then he feels it; another mystery that pulls on his strings. He veers to the left, his feet sliding and slipping off of the tips of gravestones, until he is settled at the edge of one, looking so desperately for the source of this... this wave of cold. xxxxx❤xx❤xx❤ It is a boy this time, a young adult perhaps.
Shiloh is once again entranced. He closes his eyes and lets the cool emotions pool against him, invisible in the air and yet so candid and clear against his body and mind. He can easily pick up on the boy's love, but why is it so... cold? And then he begins to understand. Underneath the layer of warmth, a thick blanket of loneliness greets him, so heavy and brittle against the young adults shoulders that Shiloh is nearly crushed by its intangible weight. He catches tangles and knots of sadness, longing, and pain, and his body shivers, so unused to the emotions that are sired by love. Carefully, the Guardian opens his eyes, peering up at the face of the stranger. His eyes are deep, oceanic blue. They are also glassy, and suddenly, Shiloh has an insatiable urge to make them go away. This is a day to celebrate love! Not be lonely, not be sad.
Shiloh lifts himself up onto the grave he has hidden behind, peers at the boy and wonders what to do. But yet again, humanity surprises him.
The cold chill of emotions that had bristled past him, had rubbed against him from all sides was suddenly washed away by a new emotion. Or perhaps... simply one that had been rekindled. Love caught him like a riptide, yanking him into a pleasant wave of happiness that caused the loneliness and longing to become mere ghosts in the back of the young adults mind. Shiloh blinks, momentarily awed by the change of atmosphere and emotions, but his attention is drawn so quickly to the others face that he nearly falls from his cloaked perch. A smile brims on the boys lips, catching saltwater trails as a hand reaches out and moves across the smooth stone of the grave. He kneels, his hands touching the wet ground, and Shiloh is entranced yet again, this time by the fluid movement of the lithe body. The young adult turns so he is leaning against the grave, his eyes cast to the stars above. Shiloh chances getting close, cloaked and invisible from the humans eye. He perches on the grave the human settles against, stares at the wild blond tresses and those oceanic depths. He gives in to a moment of awe and adoration yet again, before his attention is brought to a single bouquet that laces the front of the grave. It is in Valentines colors, heart shaped papers coiling around its front in happy merriment. It whispers 'I love you' to the wind with the emotion that was poured into it, and the Guardian feels his own eyes turn misty.
"Do you remember, Fletcher, that first valentine?"
The voice catches Shiloh off guard, and he is taken away by the fondness in the silken tone, and the way that the strangers eyes are both loving and so very near to tears at the same time. He has never before felt this conflict of emotions, this tangle of love that has spilled over and held tight. Even when only one remained. Shiloh lowers his eyes, and his tail sweeps across the name on the grave. 'Fletcher Montgomery' is engraved tenderly in the stone, and for a moment, Shiloh so badly wants to uncloak himself, to ask the human his story, to know what makes him speak so fondly, even after all these years. To understand more about love, to understand more about his love. Because Shiloh had never seen this before. Never seen a heart so brilliant with the emotion, so bright and beautiful, not even in the young couples he has passed so frequently before. He has never seen it so powerful, and it makes him wonder, why does your heart ache so much with love, now that he is gone? But he refuses his own wants and needs. Because this is a tender moment, a lonely moment, a loving moment for the boy. And it is not Shiloh's to interrupt. So he stays quiet and closes his eyes, and listens to the beautiful voice as it hurts with longing, and shines with love.
The boy talks of a Valentines Day so long ago in his high school years. He laughs as he spills out the tale of how this Fletcher boy had left him a Valentines, signed sincerely by an anonymous love. How it had taken the young adult an entire year to figure out the one behind those loving words and that beautifully handcrafted bouquet. And when he had, when Valentines rolled by again, this time it was he who gave Fletcher the bouquet. This time it was he who was able to send it. Shiloh's heart swells so tightly that he wonders if it might burst, but he does not allow himself to move as the other continues to talk, retelling small stories and secrets that Shiloh feels so privileged to hear out loud and in the open air of night.
But soon enough, the melancholy returns. Shiloh shivers, his tail curling around him as he blinks open his eyes.
"And I guess what I'm trying to say," The boy continues softly, "is that I miss you." There is a catch in his breath, a choke, but he continues. And a part of Shiloh pleads him not to. But the other half begs to hear. "I really miss you. I miss everything, everything about you." Shiloh's heart beats a little faster, and slowly, he begins to understand why this boy's love is so radiant. Why it is so warm and cold at the same time. "I miss the way you really believe that stepping on cracks bring bad luck. I miss that you like your eggs burnt, and that you would always leave little notes in the strangest places." There is so much longing in the boy's voice, so much love and so much need. But Shiloh thinks he is beginning to understand now. This young adult, he is remembering. He is holding on to the memories of his precious loved one. He is treasuring the time he spent together. He is regretting that there was not more, that he did not cherish it enough while it was around. Shiloh briefly remembers the shop owner and her pictures, her memories, and her love. Shiloh slowly begins to connect the dots. "And I miss your smile, and the way you used to sleep on me like I was some sort of pillow. I miss that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got mad at you so much." The boy presses cold fingers to his head, but he doesn't try to stop the flow of tears. "I wish you were here." He murmurs so longingly that Shiloh's own heart breaks. "I want to see you again." He pauses, his voice hazed and gentle. "I wish I had more memories with you. I wish I'd treasured each day we had. I wish I'd never stood you up or let you down. You used to tell me that tomorrow might be our last day on earth together. I never believed you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He pauses, his voice catching. "I miss all of the little things. I never thought that they'd mean everything to me. More than anything, I miss you." His fingers brush the bouquet on the ground, and his lips curve into the ghost of a smile, torn between love and loss.
"Happy Valentines Day, Fletcher."
Shiloh understands now, what this boy is understanding as well. He is finding out what all of those young couples, so eager and ready to fall in love will not know for so long. He is beginning to realize that love is not so simple. That love is not so light. There are many mysteries to such a magnificent emotion, many aspects to unravel, and this is just one. No one will ever truly be able to define love, no one will ever truly be able to explain it. These humans, they understand that love is not simple, not even when they act like it is. But they understand something that Shiloh never has. The Guardian stands, his heart suddenly pounding so loud against his chest that his ears feel like they're about to burst. He knows somewhere that he should be, and his heart and very core urges him to go. He imagines someone who is quite possibly the one human in the world he cares for the most, and has a desperate urge to see him now. But he stops, his eyes cast on the boy one last time. He longs to reach out to him, to touch and to feel the tangle of emotions inside. He wants so desperately to bring to the surface of the boy's thoughts all of those happy memories he recalled, all of those feelings that Fletcher gave him. But Shiloh does not want to touch this fragile thing. Shiloh does not want to alter this candid display of emotions, this private show of heartbreaking beauty. No matter how much it stings him not to. So instead, he simply makes an invisible bow to the boy and murmurs,
"Happy Valentines Day, ma belle." xxxxx❤xx❤xx❤ It is early morning by the time he arrives, a quiver prowling up his spine as he sneaks in through the open window. Shiloh lands on the sill and leans over, his breath shallow and his wings limp. Such a long flight! But... it is worth it. Early morning sun brushes over his small frame, and the smell of morning and fresh dew is heavy against his senses. Shiloh turns back and looks out over the farmland, the rich smell of nature brushing over him in greeting. The sun rises, illuminating the city so far away now. The Guardian closes his eyes and wonders, did the shop owner sleep well? Did the boy return home? His heart sings out for them, a sweet, fond melody, but he has his own selfish needs to attend to, and so he rouses himself from his thoughts and moves further into the old, aged house. He moves past the living room and the stairs that lead down. His tail sways as he pauses near the kitchen, where a Pyrenees sleeps, white coat shining in the golden orange rays of light. Shiloh flits closer, chancing a taste of the loyal affection that spills from the gentle giant's heart, a love between an owner and his best friend.
Pulling himself from his mindless revery, Shiloh continues to move, mapping the house out in his mind as he slips through the door to the only bedroom that still stands. The smell of spices kisses him hello, along with the scent of smoke. It rocks his core and nearly whispers 'welcome home,' even though he'd spent so little time here that he could barely recognize it as that to his logical self. But it doesn't matter. Shiloh barely forgets to uncloak himself to the presence of humanity before he's moving again, giving his sore wings a tiny flap to propel him up. His fingers catch the edge of the bed frame, and for a few moments, the Guardian simply struggles to haul himself up, his tail swishing fervently from side to side as he thinks, why do humans have to be so big! Finally crawling up, Shiloh purrs into the warmth of the mattress, nuzzling his way under the edge of the mismatched quilts and comforters, his tail poking out from the warm shelter before Shiloh shuffles and yanks it in as well. Like a cat trying to find its way across the bed, Shiloh crawls, pausing once every few moments to try and relocate himself in the endless sea of blankets. But finally, he arrives at the edge and noses his way into the light, the fluff of pillows greeting him with the overwhelming scent of shampoo and spice.
He curls up on the pillows and yawns, and then he peers at the source of his long flight. He's sprawled out, as usual, limbs stretched out in all directions. A matt of dark chocolate hair falls across his eyes, and his breath is slow and steady, deep and relaxed. Shiloh realizes that this means sleep, but he is too impatient to wait for this thing knowing as 'waking.' So he raises his tail and swishes it over the bridge of the humans nose. The treatment continues, on and one, gently, smoothly, and tickling, until Shiloh feels the shift in air and lifts his tail just in time to avoid a sneeze. Its hard not to laugh. Crawling closer, Shiloh peers curiously into a murky blue eye, the iris an iridescent color that shines ever clear. They stare at each other for a long moment, brains both churning into motion before ---
"Hnng." The man rolls over, away from Shiloh and closes his eyes again, the sheets tangling between his legs.
Shiloh pouts. "Hey, hey," He whines softly, shuffling and slipping across the pillows and crawling onto the mans shoulder, his paws pressing into the soft skin of the others cheek. He knows that this is an odd situation, a rare one at that. Though Luxia can be seen by that of the human race... he has not heard of many friendships between the two. Love even less so. But then again, this is not romance. Oh, no, not at all. Love comes in many forms, and this is just one of them. Shiloh paws at the eyelid of the young adult, pulling it back and tilting over so that they are once again eye to eye, his hair falling in soft waves and tickling his senses in blurry waves. "You cant go back to sleep, not now." He hums softly, holding on as the other tries to shake him off. "I flew all this way for you, at least say hello."
Shiloh umphed as the other rolled onto his back, wriggling from under the arm that had fallen so carelessly onto his chest. The Luxia is no bigger than the others lower arm, and perhaps no wider than his head, so having such a thing land on his chest is not exactly pleasant. nuzzling his way under the offending object, Shiloh crawled onto the others chest, much like a determined cat, his tail sweeping across the cloth of the others shirt and catching under the tip of one of the hand stitched quilts. He is worried for a moment that the other is in one of his moods, though as he crawls a bit closer, he can feel a warmth radiating from his chest, bold and bright, rough and raw. A burst of love, special and unique in its own right, just as the boy in the graveyards had been, just like the woman at the shop.
"Shouldn't you be out, promotin' love to the world?" He breathes, brushing a hand through dark chocolate hair. His fingers are calloused from ranch work, and if Shiloh listens carefully enough, he can hear the horses in the stables and the hands all early at work. But today it seems, his human is sleeping in. It seems today, he is allowing himself to be lazy. Remembering his words, Shiloh paws at the others face and flicks his tail.
"Didn't you know, Hyde?" Shiloh breathes, sitting up and swatting the other with his tail. "Valentines Day was yesterday?" He preens a bit, listening as the chest he is perched so delicately on rumbles. "I'm off duty. Not," He pauses, suddenly finding himself embarrassed. "Not that I was really ever on it. These humans, they're so... heartfelt. They put in all of the effort, and I simply sat back and watched. I'm created from love and yet all I could do was bask in its warmth when yesterday came. I feel... amazing, privileged even, to be created from love... To represent it. It makes me feel so... happy. But at the same time I wonder, on days like these, am I really needed?" Shiloh tilts his head to the side, thinking about this small revelation. A being created from love, and yet all he could do was watch... did that make him... unnecessary?
But he is surprised by the warm hand to his head as Hyde shifts up onto an elbow, glancing down at him as his lips pull into a softer line. "Of course you're needed. What happened today -- It just means that you got to take a day off," His words are raw, sleep lining his voice as he struggles out of the pleasant atmosphere of dreaming. "Dun' start slacking though. You're needed. Whether you know it or not." He murmurs. Shiloh bumps his head up into the hand, eyes closing as he relaxes to the touch. This human knows nothing about him, except for that he was created from the emotion that tied them both together, and that that was supposed to be all that mattered. And yet he accepts him, and for that... Shiloh is grateful.
"I wont," He mumbles in response, but his eyes are growing heavy, and his lips are growing tired. His wings are sore from the long ride here, but he still hasn't said it. Not yet, not yet. He struggles to stay awake, but it seems almost as though Hyde has sensed his exhaustion, because in the next moment, the human is falling back down, dragging Shiloh with him. The Luxia lets out a yell, surprised and shocked all at the same time. His tail swishes to and fro in surprise, and tentatively he peaks up at the content face before him.
"If you're tired, just say so." Hyde rumbles, his eyes closing again. He is tired too, Shiloh can tell, and with a soft smile, he nestles in to the warmth against Hyde's chest, listening to the steady beat of the man's heart. It fills him with warmth, a tender love that could never leave him be. Shiloh purrs softly, his chest heaving up and down slowly, steadily.
"Hey," Shiloh says suddenly, remembering the reason he'd flown all this way. He catches Hyde on the edge of sleep, and crawls up just a bit so that he can peer down at the other, make sure that he's listening before they both fall away into dreams. "Hey, hey, wait. I learned something today -- hey, listen -- I learned something really important." He pressed his wings together, pulling at a strand of Hyde's hair. The others eyes are still closed, but his breath and that smile tell Shiloh that he is still listening. The Guardian pauses, and then he gathers the courage to continue. "I... was out all day trying to figure what love is. And the truth of it is that I don't think anyone will ever know how to explain it. Love is many things." He pauses again, this time twisting a piece of his own hair between lithe, thin fingers. He wonders how to put this, how to explain. Hyde has one eye open and trained on him, as if to say 'go on.' So Shiloh takes a deep breath and says,
"Love is many things. Love is as simple and sweet as giving chocolates on Valentines day. Love is as painful and complicated as visiting a grave in the middle of the night just to tell a grave that you miss someone. Love confusing, and messy, and lonely. It is probably the most dangerous thing any of us will ever try to do. And we will probably mess up many times before we ever truly fall deeply into it." Shiloh tilts his head to the side, his eyes a soft shade of fondness. "Love will never be understood. Not fully. Not even by me. And I finally realized that thats okay. I don't need to be able to define the emotion I am created from and represent. Not as long as I'm able to feel it --" Shiloh listens to the other rumble with laughter and flushes with color. "Hey, don't laugh! I'm not done yet." His cheeks color, but as Hyde tames himself, the Guardian continues on. "But I understand now. I finally get it. Its never about being able to understand the love thats inside of you. The love that you have for someone else, something else, anything else. If you love someone, you don't need to decipher it, you don't need to know it inside out to be happy. Its not whats important when it comes to loving something. Understanding is not important."
Shiloh watches the other, remembers the moment he'd met him, accidentally uncloaked, muddy and wet, cold and miserable in the streets of the human world. He remembers having accidentally gone from the Soul Realm. Having experienced the first of its vast existence in the palms of one, sole human. He remembers telling the other that he had no name, and he remembers the name that he was given. His heart beats fondly for that memory, but he is in the here and now, and he must continue on. "When you love someone," He murmurs, "the most important thing is treasuring it." Shiloh suddenly feels the loneliness from before, the soft melody of a voice in the graveyard, and the smile on the shop owner's face. "When you love someone, treasure your time together with them. Treasure every moment. Because one day, they wont be there anymore, and you'll have wished you'd had more time with them. You'll wish you'd have made all of the little moments count a little more. So treat every day like its going to be your last with them. Because when you love someone, the most important thing about it shouldn't be understanding why or how, or worrying about what it might become. The most important thing is simply basking in it. Simply making memories, and being there to enjoy them together with the people and things that share that love."
Shiloh pauses, because another wave of emotion hits him, and this time it is from Hyde. He feels the fondness overflow and spill into love. A love that is not romantic, but just... simple and pure in nature. He feels the moment of silence, the smile on the others lips and the way he breathes in deeply and savors the memory that they are making together, just the two of them. His body wells with warmth, but not from the pool of love inside of his body, but from the duvet of emotion that wraps around him, that belongs to Hyde and is being given so candidly to him. "So, I wanted to see you today. I wanted to come back and treasure a moment with you. Because it might not be what love is all about, but I believe that it has to have something to do with it at least. And I hope thats okay. Because I wanted to see you, an I wanted to tell you before it was too late. So..." Shiloh lowers his voice softly, and the man he rests on simply rumbles in a sleep hazed reply. But that is okay, because words aren't necessary now. Words could never convey emotion so candidly. For a long while, the two just sit in silence, Shiloh basking in Hyde's warmth, and Hyde perhaps doing the same. But by the time Shiloh looks up again, the man is already asleep, his breath slowing and his body relaxed against the comfort of the bed. And yet still, the warmth of emotions never leaves Shiloh's sleepy body. Never once does it curl away, like blankets pooling at the edge of the bed.
Shiloh smiles softly, and simply says,
"I love you, Hyde."
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