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 Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:34 am
invaghito di qualcuno
- a chance encounter betwixt Wallace [THE SEMBLANCE OF UNITY] & Chayele [CHENABBY]
- it is afternoon, the sun is high, and the chill of autumn flavors the air
- the play is set in the hallways of Trisica and an empty lecture hall
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:36 am
Clutching his hat, Wallace deftly scampered along the hallway, avoiding wandering students' feet with an unneeded flair. At this time of afternoon, the hallways always seemed inundated in this wing, full of large students not looking for the tiny excitos that might be underfoot. The perceived danger was thrilling to the flashy stunted, although most people were not as oblivious as he like to pretend. But, in the pale afternoon light, he jousted with dust notes and courted death to pass the time. Wallace would much rather be courting ladies, of course, but there had been a distinct lack of them in his life as of late. As a love letter, he was drawn to love, lived to twirl within the courting dance.
A leaf swirled in through an open window. Autumn was in full glory and he enjoyed it. The stone hallways of Trisica were much too cold, but this season lent itself well to love. The chill encouraged couples to stick more closely to each other. He paused, leaning against one wall. The hearts in his cheeks brightened briefly as the thought of matchmaking among the students. To bring about affection, enflame it, ahhhh molto bene.
He huffed irritably as his hat was knocked off by the sweeping hem of someone in quite a rush. "Watch where you're going, you cretin!" His tiny voice drifted flutingly out, never reaching the ears of the long-gone student. Sudden, a flash of green caught his eye: a doe-like grace arrested his heart. Across the hallway, another excito moved slowly, her horns curling against her fair head. Green skirts flared around her as she moved. Although his first and truest love was the cold, fine hands of a certain doctor, he lived to love and loved often and intensely.
As he stared, she darted out in the middle of the hallway, attempting to cross. A warning crossed his lips as a gaggle of young men came barreling down the hall, laughing an talking. Their footsteps echoed angrily on the stones. Shocked into action, he rushed forward and threw himself into the lovely lady. Twisting his body, Wallace landed on his own back, sparing the other plague the brunt of the fall. The feather in his hat fluttered dramatically as they slid straight into an open door. Chest heaving, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked back into the hallway. The rabble had passed without incident. He looked up at her, back aching.
"Are you alright, cara mia? ....no," he murmured, looking at her horns. "Ariete mia."
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 9:19 am
Chayele enjoyed going to lectures. Usually at least once a day she would separate herself from Father Hentaloue and the Destructive Six and visit one at random. It was worth noting, of course, that she had no idea what was being said - but she also didn't care very much that it was nonsensical, long-winded babble. It was just soothing to listen to the people in the front of the room talk in (usually) flat, even, and sometimes droning voices. Some of the sitting people seemed to not care very much and others were as enraptured as she was, except for the fact that they were scribbling in a way that was different from her scribbling... It was all very interesting and new and she merely made her presence as small as she possibly could in a corner, so as not to intrude on their learning. Or sleeping. Or whatever it was that they were doing.
She was, though, quite scared of getting out of class - the humans were sometimes so distracted that Chayele's presence continued to go unnoticed as she struggled to cross the cobble floors. It still hadn't stopped her from going and the day that Wallace saved her was no different. In the past few weeks, she had become somewhat proficient in dodging the falling feet and sometimes objects of the people as they hurried past to get to wherever it was that was so important they nearly crushed a plague... But with this proficiency and less near death experiences came hubris and complacency. These two things combined ended in her thinking she could make it and darting full speed across the hallway in front of a herd of people and allowed Wallace his attempt to steal yet another heart to add to his collection. She squeaked when she was suddenly airborne and gaped down at him once they'd landed, her mouth wide enough to catch flies (provided they were abnormally small flies; gnats, perhaps).
Then he started speaking to her and Chaye found herself wondering why she couldn't understand him. Were these Panymesian words? Was she so uneducated she couldn't even communicate with him? She shook off the fear that she was even stupider than she'd first feared, than Dragomir had told her, and tried to stand up. She'd thought she'd had a good grasp on Panymesian... Maybe not? She furrowed her pale forehead as she quickly gathered herself up and stood, trying to stop crushing him. As she smiled and nodded at him, she couldn't help a twinge of fear deep in her chest... She hadn't met someone alone in so long; how could she teach him her name? Once the smile faded, another small furrow appeared in her brow. She shook it off, bodily, shaking her hands and arms to dismiss the thought, attempting to disguise it as an attempt to free her hands from her voluminous shirt. She reached one pale, slim hand towards him to help him up and tried a smile she hoped was reassuring and friendly. She tried to think very happy thoughts - tried to remind herself that she was fine and he was nice (even if he didn't make sense!) and it was all okay - and hummed a cheery, short note as she waited for him to grasp her hand.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 6:15 pm
Chayele's smile was an arrow to his heart. Wallace would sworn upon his dead grandmama's grave (if he had a grandmama, when in fact, he did not) that he could hear the bittersweet twang of a fateful bowstring. Such a shy, enchanting smile suited her perfectly, he mused distractedly. Thwack. Another bolt found his poor abused heart as he fitted his hand into her smooth, cool one. It ever there was an indicator of fate, it was the sunbeam slanted across her lovely face, turning her to gold and marble. Wallace knew nothing of her but her form, the way she might tilt her head; it was enough for such a weak heart as his. At her hum, Wallace shifted his weight and took that hand. Standing, he let his hand drop to his side, still absentmindedly holding hers. The silence stretched around them.
They stood just past the doorway of another room, this one looking as though no students had ransacked it today. Still, the heavy curtain was thrown back to filter the light down. The window was broad and filled with the wavy type of glass that was cheapest. It caused the suun to dapple and skitter as though they stood on the ocean floor. He smiled, a wide thing, full of simple delight. "It appears we have landed in the ocean, ariete mia." He stepped back a little, his feet dragging along the floor. With an almost ungainly flourish, he bowed to Chayele, appearing to nearly fall over. Unfortunately, the fall had made his back hurt a bit, although he did not want to alert the girlish excito before him. So, he grinned, and bore it, though he suspected his back contained more than a few splinters as well. Suddenly, he realized the ram-like girl had not yet spoken. Wallace was a little worried by her absence of words. Perhaps she had hit her head a little hard. The idea of a painful blemish on her made him wince.
"Ah, you do not speak? Are you alright?" He spoke quickly, his voice urgent and low. And, unbidden, his hands came up in an attempt to feel her head for any bumps.
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