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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:50 pm
Orihime, princess of the sky, spent everyday by the banks of the Milky Way weaving cloth upon beautiful cloth. Because her father, the king, loved every scrap, she wove all day and night. Unfortunately, she feel into sadness. Working so hard to please her father meant Orihime would never find a love of her own. But the King was not heartless. Seeing her melancholy, he arranged for her to meet Hikoboshi, a man who lived and worked on the far side of the Milky Way. It was love at first sight, a fated love, and they soon married.
Their love was insular. With their eyes, they built a world just for the two of them. Orihime stopped weaving her cloth and Hikoboshi stopped tending his work. Orihime's father was furious and separated them. Despondent, she begged her father to allow them to cross the Milky Way and meet again. Moved by his daughter's tear, the King allowed them one day to meet during the year. On the seventh day of the seventh month, Orihime and Hikoboshi may cross the Milky Way to love each other again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:52 pm
xxxxx ☆ ┊Name:Altair
xxxxx ☆ ┊Species: Somni Hikiboshi : dream star
xxxxx ☆ ┊Age: Small Sprite
xxxxx ☆ ┊Personality: xxxxWith a bit of flippant nature, Altair's face is widely expressive and mobile. He feels things strongly and passionately, and his habits reflect that; Altair tends to fixate on one thing for days or months at a time. In his relationships though, he flits from one to another without thought for the feelings of the other party, strangely dissatisfied with everything. Altair can be charming and he uses that to his advantage, his honeyed voice a fantastic tool of manipulation. The world for him is divided into two parts: that which he can affect and the immovables: stars, the sky. Both are equally fascinating to him, although only the nighttime and the stars truly quiet his mind.
Although he often displays a devil-may-care-attitude, Altair deeply prizes control and order. What he can control, he delights in, and he is most happy weaving dreams: a place where he is the ultimate administrator. The dreams he creates are bittersweet or sad, full of lost love and unrealized potential. He hopes with these, to either inspire or instill despair in someone, both are equally important. Those extremes of emotion are the true proof that he is the controller. As for the waking world, the rules there, while not made by him, are still created for a reason, and, if he knows and understands that reason, Altair will follow that rule to the grave. As such, he hates people who challenge that order and although he is generally forgiving of small transgressions, if someone truly wrongs him, he can harbor a grudge forever.
Opposing his need for control is his belief in fate: everything happens for a reason. Despite how people react to and around him, it was fated to be and there could have been no other outcome. This view enables him to live a life without any regret or indecision. The people he meets he was fated to meet, the things that happen... fated to happen. In essence, he knows he has no control over his own life. But still, he wraps that semblance of rule around him like a blanket.
xxxxx ☆ ┊Power: Light Manipulation xxxxx Altair can create light and also extinguish it at will. xxxxxThis power starts off as simple and rather weak, but may eventually grow to include xxxxxelaborate displays of light as well as the ability to produce a light so concentrated it becomes hard. xxxxxFor now, though, it is a small power, although useful.
xxxxx ☆ ┊Orb: With a snap, he can conjure an orb of light that can be thrown.
xxxxx ☆ ┊Glow: Altair can make the end of his staff glow brightly.
xxxxx ☆ ┊Power: description
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:54 pm
xxxxxxxx ☆[INFORMATION] Altair tends to send people dreams of love lost.
Not nightmares, but those dreams that leave a bittersweet taste upon awakening.
Her guardians had always told her she couldn’t touch anybody; not skin-to-skin. Even the faintest of accidental brushes could force her into a deep slumber, and she would sleep and sleep until her heart slowed and eventually stopped. To put it concisely, death. They were vague about the origins and details of her condition, but it was out of parental love that the couple often kept the young girl protectively locked inside the house. They buried Edelweiss in thick garments that covered her head to toe. Most of all, she was never to take off her leather gloves, no matter the circumstances. Stuffy clothing she didn't mind, but to never experience the affectionate touch of another? And so, she matured, became beautiful with smooth, pale skin and long, silky locks tied up in a neat bun. But others could only ever look, never touch.
Perhaps that was why she took pictures; she could capture whatever she wanted in a still frame and could admire it whenever she wished. Edelweiss could snap a picture of a couple kissing under mistletoe, a shot of two friends hugging as they greeted each other, even a picture of a child laughing. But when she tired of capturing things she could never have, she liked to walk around the city until she found a flower shop. This particular shop had a bell that tinkled cheerily when she pushed the door open.
With the sting of thorns on his palm, Altair looked up and there she was, pale and beautiful as a winter rose. The lowering sun had given her a halo even her frumpy clothing could not diminish. His normally joking tongue fell silent in his mouth, thick and heavy as molasses. “I’d like one edelweiss and a bouquet of dahlias.” Her voice was quiet and delicate and Altair watched as she fingered her camera, almost nervously. Silently, he pulled on gloves and gathered her flowers. Edelweiss weren’t the most beautiful blooms, but they meant noble white. Dahlias were a symbol of deep bonds: love and marriage. She eyed a display of them, and wondered if she could ever find love if she could never touch, never kiss.
Is this what fate is?
Altair sucked his breath harshly, dumbfounded at the sudden pull he felt towards this nameless girl. Instead of selling her blossoms, he wanted to buy her love, or to steal it and her, to sneak her over rooftops and under bridges until she was his alone. Altair was startled by his need of her and almost dropped the heavy blossoms. The sole of his boot scuffed the petal-strewn floor and he hesitated before handing her the bouquet. Edelweiss smiled. Altair melted without her noticing a thing. Slowly, she pulled her glove off, finger by finger. Although her parents warned against it, sometimes she would slip off her gloves just so she could feel. Edelweiss liked to stroke a flower's petals, rubbing that softness between bare fingers. If she imagined hard enough, she could even pretend the velvety touch against her fingers was something more.
Altair stared, fidgeted, watched her caress the flowers. And ah, he couldn't help himself. Lost, mesmerized, in love, fallen: he was a thousand things and they were all her. He reached out and ran one gloved finger down that soft-looking cheek.
His touch was gentle, enough to make her smile softly, forgetting for a moment. But then she breathed in sharply, her thoughts jumping straight to her unprotected skin. Startled, Edelweiss' flowers crashed to the ground along with her gloves. “Don’t touch me,” she whispered, her gaze frantically flashing between her gloves and this stranger. Altair jerked back, muscles bunching under leather, pinned by her panicked gaze. The scent of crushed flowers surrounded him. It was heady, sweet, intoxicating. Petals drifted slowly to pool at their feet.
His pale moonlight eyes blinked warily. Edelweiss' strangled whisper stirred an odd sense of confusion and sorrow in his chest. Altair ran an impatient hand through rumpled hair. "Why not? I-I just wanted to." The words stumbled out of his mouth; voice low and husky in the fading afternoon sun. His eyes turned dreamy, lost, a thousand constellations swirling in their depths. There were galaxies there. "I cannot help it," he said, voice distant. "I want to touch you. You could be everything." He stepped closer, an odd intensity infusing his features. One hand hovered over her, close but not touching, caught in that almost pain of being so close and so far. "I know you. Don't you feel the pull? I feel like I should be sorry, like this shouldn't be happening, but I have always-"
Edelweiss nearly jumped when she heard his voice. It was nothing like her father’s light, warm voice. It was deeper, huskier. As he talked, she tried to slip on her gloves and gather her fallen blooms, but she looked up and froze. Her heart beat like tiny drums, the rhythm ringing in her ears, less out of fear and more out of admiration. His eyes were mirrors, glimmering moonlight, and as he ran a hand through his hair, Edelweiss' gaze was drawn to his long fingers and dark, somehow starlit hair. She gaped; oh, she felt that magnetic pull. At this rate, would her heart give out from the rapid beating? “B-But you can’t,” she insisted, knotting her hands over her chest. She pressed herself against the nearby wall, her body shrinking away. “If you do, I’ll…” Her neck grew hot, the heat trickling up her face as her eyes focused on his hovering hand. But maybe one touch was okay…? She closed her eyes, weak. What does love feel like?
“Wait!” She tried to shout, but only a soft protest flew past her lips. This wasn't right. “I’ll die! One touch and…!” The words on her lips scattered and she fled, her fallen bouquet a splash of color on the unforgiving ground.
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Days passed. Nights bled into mornings, into evenings. The flower shop still sat sandwiched between other shops, a tiny out-of-the-way place. And although Altair tried, half of the flowers seemed to wither in his careful hands. The knowledge that he had begun to love sat heavy in his chest, bleeding out into his limbs like a crawling disease. It could never amount to anything, he knew. She, the nameless, ever-present she, was far beyond him. All he could do was orbit around her, a planet with slowly failing gravity. And even more than her anonymity, those words that had dripped from her sweet lips: "Don't touch me. I'll die"; they echoed hollowly in his heart. Altair felt dirty. He had fallen in an instant and shattered in the next. Is this what fate is, what love is?
Bottled up in her large house, Edelweiss looked out the temporarily-bolted window while her hands ran anxiously over the smooth frame of her camera. Her parents, angry that she had wandered too far and too late, had forbidden her to go out for a time, That time was passing so slowly, but once it was over what pictures would she want to take? Her attention drifted to the wispy clouds that dotted the pale blue sky, and she knew the only picture she needed to have. A small smile traveled the length of her lips, and her gaze fell to the rest of the city. Somewhere, her now-beloved flower shop was waiting. Was it waiting for her? Edelweiss sighed and counted the days. Just two more days.
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The sunlight warmed her pale face, bringing a smile to her lips as she adjusted her brimmed hat. Finally free. The weight of her camera hanging around her neck was familiar, reassuring. But still, her smile faltered slightly as she walked toward that flower shop. What was the shop-boy doing now? Apprehensively, excitedly, she pushed open the door, that small smile quivering on her lips. The shop bell tinkled lightly as Altair's hands, normally so strong and steady, shook. A bloom dropped to the ground, shorn off by his unsteadiness and he cursed. He scowled down at the flowers. Nothing was the same since she had come. He was so busy watching the dreary remains of flowers that he never noticed her entrance. This was Edelweiss' chance.
Click.
Her smile widened, brimming with light. She had it now, Edelweiss had him, forever hers, inside her camera. Altair looked up, startled, just in time to see the camera fall back against her chest. His heart stuttered. She was here, she had come back! He started towards her. Did this mean....? The beginnings of a hope against hope surged within him. At his advance, Edelweiss smiled and gave a breathless laugh, happiness bubbling out. “I would like my bouquet, please.”
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