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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:46 am
x x x x x █║ WHO: Zurine & Zul
x x x x x █║ WHAT: At an art store, the two meet after so long.
x x x x x █║ WHEN: Midday
x x x x x █║ WHERE: Gambino, Arthur's Art Anomalies
x x x x x █║ WEATHER: Just starting to get cool; the air is crisp and the leaves shiver in the breeze
The biggest benefit to the pending cold weather was that Zul's temperature wasn't as inviting anymore. The cool aura that gave some people pause around him in the warmer months was now enough to offset anyone getting too close, especially when some were already fighting off the chill of the encroaching autumn and the winter that would follow. As such, the Sigel had a nice berth of space to himself in the ceramics portion of the old fashioned shop, able to float through without being approached to pressed to closely to. Sure, he still gathered the odd stares and muted words, but he'd long since brushed that off in the years as a Frei. Even his pride dictated he float higher, reaching close to six feet in stature to lend to the idea that the humans ought to give him his space.
It wasn't that he was unfriendly, it was just that he was on a mission and didn't want to get sidetracked. He had to approach the subject of 'moving out' with Alex, even though he didn't and hadn't lived with her for almost two years now. Zul didn't think she'd take it badly, but it was important to him that he showed her consideration, and thus he floated between two parts of the cabinets that lined the walls, musing between a wooden briefcase that had a bunch of sculpting tools and a potter's wheel.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 12:06 am
Since the weather had grown cooler, Zuri found herself more comfortable going out -- and that made Phiel's anxiety level skyrocket. Every day was a new adventure, though, and with her new-found independence, there was nothing she loved more than exploring. It was one thing to head over to Cesc and Vivi's, Phiel had said, but another entirely to explore further.
Still, ultimately, there was little he could do to stop his stubbornly exploratory charge, and so Phiel had surrendered some money and relented -- she could go to the art supply store for more paints all by herself. He'd call ahead and have the art store owner call him when she arrived. He'd spoken to the man before, when he went to buy her the first set of paints -- and he knew him fairly well. So at least it wasn't too nerve wracking, as far as Phiel was concerned.
So, for Zurine, it was not a terribly long float to the art store, and wrapped in her overlarge windbreaker, she didn't attract too much attention, especially since her floating-height was well below most folks' eye level. And when she entered the art store, the bells above the door jingled merrily. The owner greeted her by name, and Zurine floated over to say hi to him, her voice warm and pleasant. "Hi, sir," Zuri said with a little laugh. "Do you have any new watercolors...?"
When the man pointed her toward them, Zuri floated away, immersed in the pretty new art supplies. She'd peruse the whole store before she selected anything, of course.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 8:35 pm
The demon's attention didn't waver at the new-comer, nor did he immediately react to the name that was both vaguely familiar but rather indistinct to him. Zul's fingers slid over the toolbox-briefcase with intrigue, noting mentally that his woman would probably paint pictures on it, or perhaps tape photographs of the 'kids' and the family. It could serve a dual purpose...
But when his attention was grabbed, it was because something was moving in his general direction, and that something was very, decidedly blue. Flickering his eyes over to the curiosity, he recognized the Frei immediately, instantaneously gripped by guilt and a strange sense of panic at seeing her. It didn't matter that she was smiling and seemed well -- he'd killed her, in another life. He'd ended her with a touch and never looked back. Granted, he hadn't known who it was he'd killed that day anymore than he knew this one, but that memory didn't simply go away. He managed to make himself believe that if she came too close to him -- hell, if she did so much as look at him for too long -- she'd meet a similar fate.
Zul jarred himself to the side but wasn't paying attention to where he was, the horns on his head smacking audibly into the metal shelving that housed various types of clay and wiring. It did little more than clang loudly and bruise any idea of a clean get away, but also prompted him to rapidly turn his back to her, staring hard enough at the item in his hands that he might as well have been looking clear through it. His plan to make a quick stop was now hampered, and the notion of a clean get away could have been lost -- and he, not certain which to focus on in terms of important (his woman or the ghost of dead roses past--), remained where he was, rigid and floating just a few inches lower.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:41 pm
Though Zuri might have not even noticed the unfamiliar sigel, her attention was drawn quite immediately at the racket of horns against laden shelving. Metal chattered and the wire armatures only made it worse, and she looked up, her eyes enormously wide with startlement, dark pools against blue-white skin. She didn't immediately get it -- but she followed the line of his turned back all the way down to where it turned into ribbon, just like hers, which wiggled in sympathetic acknowledgement, as her ruffled feathers slowly smoothed themselves down. He wasn't familiar, not at all, at least to her conscious mind. Something in her -- way down deep -- responded with an unsettled flutter that kept her from being entirely at ease.
Still, what if he had hurt himself? Zurine couldn't abide that idea, and she floated in a little closer. "Siiiir...?" Her low, cultured voice was soft and unsure, the 'I' drawn out softly. "I didn't mean to startle you..." She wasn't afraid, but he was bigger than she was, stronger, and respect was something Phiel had made sure to get into her head.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:49 am
Cursing inwardly in the two languages he knew as her voice reached his ears, the Sigel did well not to flinch, turning around a bit quicker than he'd intended to, making sure there was enough space between them. Zul did not want a repeat of their first and last meeting, even if the likelihood of it repeating was slim to none.
"It's -- not your fault. You're new to me." The words still held his smokey edge but were a little curt and not as polite as he would have liked. He couldn't help but look a bit concerned, his blue eyes upon her icy skin. "I am Zul." Trying to gather some of his wits about him, he put the item in his hands back, straightening again and pressing his hand over his chest, dipping his head in a partial bow.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 9:50 am
She looked over him, to make sure he hadn't hurt himself, with keen dark eyes that lingered on the horns he'd smacked against the rack. "I am Zurine," she said promptly, and gave him her own version of a bow, a neat little elegant thing. He was interesting, she thought, bigger than her. Not that that was a difficult feat, but it was something to think about. "Did you... hurt yourself? When you..." Zuri tapped the edge of the shelf gently, to indicate knocking his head. She floated closer, as if to investigate.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 10:11 am
The closer she got, the more he felt a sort of panic welling in his chest. In response, his temperature began to dip even lower than normal, as though he felt he might not melt her by his touch if he was closer to how he perceived her to be. "Am I--?" Zul blinked, his blue eyes flicking upwards though he knew well he could not see his own horns. After a moment ,f consideration, he shook his head; pain didn't come easy to him, and the only affront he had was to his dignity.
It was obvious she didn't know him, but even if she had a memory of that distant day, it would be cloudy at best, given she was already practically dead when he --
"You're well?" he asked abruptly, entirely out of his element. It was like he didn't know how or what to be around the Frei that he held such an enormous sense of guilt and responsibility over. "I mean to say -- you are healthy and happy?" Even to Zul's ears, it sounded strangely personal to ask, but he wanted to know. Maybe it was a selfish comfort, but he wanted to know her life was not awful since his intervention.
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