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Post by aoife on Nov 26, 2012 16:11:09 GMT -5
Aoife was bored, and anyone that knew her know that was a very dangerous state for her to be in.
Currently, the seven year old was placating herself by singing a random song, totally on-the-spot made up, about her sister, one hand tapping a tune on the wall as she skipped down the halls of the Staff's Quarters, clad today in a ballarina outfit; white leotard, black tutu, hair in a bun. She'd seen Black Swan posters.
"IIIIII LOOOVVEEE MY SISTER. YES SHE IS THE GREEEAAATTTESSTTT SISTER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WOOOORRRLLLDD WE ADVEENNTTURREE TOGETHER AND HAVE LOTS OF FUN YES WE DO! WWWIIIIILLLOOOOWWW AND EEEFFFFAAAA ARE THE BEST SISTERS IN THE WOOORRRRLLLLDDDDD!"
Aoife, sure the world was watching her, spun, pirouetted, and did a few graceful bows for her imagionary audience.
"Thanks, guys. Thanks. I'll be here allllll week!" And she did a pose and winked for them. They went wild.
Boredom still unsated, Aoife decided to check if any doors on the floor were unlocked. The girl had a notion that she was universally loved, and the idea that anyone would ever not want her in their room was not one that even crossed her mind. Only luck had saved her from walking in on any inappropriate actions in the past--especially concidering she waltzed into her father's room whenever she liked, too.
Well. Assuming it was unlocked. Perhaps it was locked at odd times for a reason...
Anyway, she tried the doors. One, two, three, four--what was up with all these locked doors? How were you supposed to get visitors if you kept your doors locked all the time? Five, six, seven--now she was getting frustrated and, in a fit of childish anger, she smacked the door with her palm; which, of course, elicited a shock of pain and a bout of fretful tears.
Which only served to make her madder, naturally.
So trying doorhandles turned into kicking, smacking, and puching violently at the next series of doors down the hall, with small, high-pitched grunts and cries as they still refused to budge. After that was ninja-roleplay time, and she karate-chopped and roundhoused a few more doors down the hall.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up even with the ever-energized Aoife, and she collapsed against the next door, back connecting with the door with a soft thud.
Naturally, this was the door that was unlocked.
She fell into the room and, with a surprising lack of grace, tumbled in a backwards sommersault into the room, landing with her back on the ground, upside-down, and her legs propped up against a bed.
Finally! An open room!
Time to explore.
notes: I imagined that this would be Orion's room (duh), and also that Aoife's singing would attract Willow at some point, whenever you'd like to join, Reeses<3 Also, no word count fml so i cant tell if this is dismally short. If it is, I'm sorry, it'll get better. If not, yay iPad posting xD ALSO. no autocorrect on this thing so im sorry for any dismal spelling. LAST THING I SWEAR.... 'Aoife' is pronounced 'Efa', so that's why it's 'Efa' in the song, and also I imagine she spells it that way, at least sometimes, because 'Aoife' is too hard. Fun fact.
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Orion St. James
Human
Pet ? Isadora Diardo
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Post by Orion St. James on Nov 26, 2012 17:32:17 GMT -5
 Even though he was running with all his strength Orion knew that they would catch him. They were faster and stronger than humans, fucking Vampires. He felt as if his chest would burst as his lungs started to burn. Honestly it felt amazing. His body was pushing through the searing pain in his legs and he kept moving. He slid behind a dumpster in a damp and dark alley. The adrenaline was causing his entire body to shake and a wicked smile spread across Orion’s lips. He never felt more alive than he did at this very moment. Orion could barely hear anything over the sound of his racing heart and he knew they would hear it too. Just like he predicted it took only seconds for the three figures to appear before him, their dark attire almost blending in with the alleyway’s shadows. It didn’t matter he knew they were there. He could almost feel their anger radiating from their soulless bodies. He held back a laughed, it looked like this little game of cat and mouse was about to be over for the night. For a split second he almost darted away again but his legs refused to move. He was out of breath and sitting on the cold wet pavement. One of the Vampires reached down and yanked him up from where he was sitting by a huge fistful of his messy black hair.
Orion woke with a gasp. There was an ache in his chest that made him feel like he had been holding his breath for a long time. He blinked a few times allowing his brown eyes to adjust to the low light of the holding cell. Orion had curled up in a ball on the cold stone floor and pulled his arms into his t-shirt for warmth. He usually had a hoodie on but he somehow lost it on his way to the holding cells. As he pushed his arms back through the arm holes of his t-shirt he couldn’t help the little groan that passed past his parched lips. He knew he should be sore, but the cold of the holding cells was making him feel so numb. He searched his pockets for the metal spoon he swiped the last time the fed him. Orion had been spending his down time trying to sharpen the edge of it against the stones of his cell. It had started to get a nice sharp side to it that pleased him greatly. Orion was tracing his thumb against that edge when he heard a voice at the door. Startled he fumbled to get it put back in his pocket slicing through the soft fabric of the pock and cutting into his thigh. Instinctively he sucked in a sharp breath. It wasn’t deep enough to produce much too bleeding and he pressed his palm against the spot to stop anything before it would start. Holy hell.
The pain in his leg was so distracting he paid no attention to what the big Vampire was telling him as they hauled him out of the cell. Automatically his legs just followed, not that he had much of a choice. All he could think about was the pain and how much he had missed it. Since the Vampire had him under the arms, practically dragging him along, Orion closed his eyes to focus on where it hurt. He slowly slid his hand into his pocket and pressed his index finger into where he had cut himself. The warmth of his blood under his finger tip made his lips pull up into a smile. It felt weirdly good.The Vampire dragging him stiffened and picked up his pace. Orion almost chuckled. It was like playing with fire and he never seemed to get tired of it.
Orion was brought out of his thought process as he was being pushed through a door, drug across a room and push again through another door before being release with the door slamming behind him. The warm steam of the already running shower made Orion’s eyes pop open. Well this was interesting. Quite a change from where he had been only moments before. He looked about the bathing room in disbelief before sniffing himself. Did he really smell that bad? No. Well he wasn’t about to stand there and wonder why this was happening, so he started to peel off his grungy clothes and tossed them on the floor. Having spent who knows how many days in the holding cells, the hot shower was surely heaven on this earth. He must have been in there too long because the knock at the door was a reminder that he wasn’t alone. Orion quickly dried himself, put a bandage on his leg that he found a drawer and slipped on the clean jeans that lay across a chair in the corner. They fit perfectly. Go figure. Vampires and their weirdness never seemed to bother Orion anymore. He stopped questioning them a long time ago.
As he slipped out of the bathing room Orion was finally able to take in the appearance of the Vampire that brought him to the room. He was a big fucker and he didn’t look pleased. The vampire crossed the room quickly and grabbed Orion’s wrists slamming shut the metal shackles around them. That was it, without a single word the Vampire left the room. Well that was just peachy. He looked down at the shackles that now weighed down his arms. They were attached to a chain that was attached the nearest corner of the room. Apparently whoever requested him had done their homework and knew that he could be a runner. Orion smiled. Perfect. He stretched the chains to their full length with his arms behind them and leaned. He bowed his head and just let his body weight pull on the chains. It felt good the stretch his arms. Time escaped him for a while; all he thought about was the pulling in his arms and the feeling of the metal pressing against his wrists.
The door popped open and a little girl came tumbling in, the soft thud snapped Orion back to reality. He blinked a few times and tilted his head a little. He sure hoped she was ok. He straightened himself up a little so he could slowly lower himself to the floor. The last thing he wanted to do was scare some child. He crossed his legs underneath himself and sat quietly observing. Interesting day it was turning out to be.
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Post by aoife on Nov 26, 2012 18:09:16 GMT -5
Aoife scrambled to a standing position; and, of course, there was no real time for adventuring when the first thing she saw was a man, looking wet and miserable, shackled up. He was staring at her in concern, but, strangely, he said nothing. Aoife rushed over to him, examining the shackles.
"Wow! Are you okay? Why do you have these on? None of the other pets have them." And then it hit her. She wrinkled her nose. "Why do you smell so bad?"
With quick, lithe movements, the girl perused the room, looking for something small with which to pick the lock. Of course, she didn't know how to pick locks. But she hadn't thought of that yet.
"Wow, this is weird. There isn't anything in here. Not even--aha!" She raised her hand, clasped around a paper clip, in triumphant glory, then scooted quickly out of her position half-under the bed and skipped over to him, blue eyes bright in glee.
"Okkkaaaayyyy, let's try this." While she worked, she took a look at the still-silent guy. "My name's Efa. Spelled like AY-OH-EYE-EFF-EEE but said like 'EFA'. What's your name?"
Very quickly trying to undo the lock became boring, and she gave up, tossing the paper clip aside to be lost in the carpet and flopping back to sit on the bed.
"How long have you been a pet? I bet not very long, huh? You look pretty tired and stuff. Usually they're a lot healthier-lookin' then you are. Sol especially doesn't like dirty pets runnin' around. She likes 'em to be pretty. Do you even know your job yet? OOH--let me guess, I bet a million bucks you're gonna be a janitor!" She rolled back onto the bed, giggling hysterically at how funny she found herself, then pushed herself back into a seated position, legs dangling off the edge of the bed, hands on the bed behind her holding her up, and head rolling to rest on one shoulder. "I'm only kiddin', ya know."
She leaned forward, jaw in palms, elbows on knees.
"Have you met Sol yet? I bet she'd like you. She likes pretty men like you and Daddy. She doesn't eat Daddy, though. That would be weird." Leans into him and whispers in that this-is-forbiddon sort of way, eyes wide. "I never actually asked any of the pets about this 'cause there's always people around, but do you actually like getting eated?" And she wrinkles her nose. "Doesn't seem very pleasant to me."
Of course, Aoife still hadn’t quite noticed that he’d said nothing; nor that he’d barely responded to her endless paddle. She liked to talk; so much so, in fact, that she really dealt better with this, total lack of response, then if someone else was talking and taking her spotlight.
Then again. She liked company because she enjoyed adoration, and if someone wasn’t even responding to her words, especially questions, she’d eventually notice.
And so now she did, wrinkling her nose again.
“You don’t talk much, do you?”
notes; yeah i just cant wait for her to use her affinnnnnnnnn
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Orion St. James
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Pet ? Isadora Diardo
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Post by Orion St. James on Nov 27, 2012 1:27:18 GMT -5
Orion was relieved to see the little girl hop up without an injury. A small sigh of relief slipped out of him as his brown eyes followed the youngster with curiosity. She was so young…and bouncy. When she bounded over to him he fought back the instinctive urge to back up a little. She was a little black vampire. It was so clear just like the daisy blooms on her hands and arms. They were becoming on her though, at least Orion thought so. She started spewing questions at him about his chains, it was kind of cute that the little one was concerned about him but all he could do was look at her with a bit of confusion as to what she expected from him.
He adjusted himself to where he was sitting on his knees instead of sitting cross legged like he had been. While the little one started shuffling through the room, Orion pushed his mop of damp hair out of his eyes. He was not expecting to run into such a young child in this place, let alone one that was going to try and help him. He clearly had been in the wrong kind of arrangement before coming here.
There was no stopping the smile that spread across his face as she came bounding over to him. He held out his shackles to the little girl, Aoife. If this girl actually knew how to pick locks then she must me a little genius. He patiently waited while she made a good effort at trying. Well at least she wasn’t daunted by things she didn’t know how to do and actually tired, it was more than most adults would do. Orion made a face when she tossed the paper clip to the side. Hell. She could at least have given it to him to try.
Orion’s eyes watched her while she bounced on the bed and again her chatter continued, all while his bare feet stretched out to feel for the paperclip in the carpet. Silently he hoped that he could hook it with his toes and get the locks undone. When she mentioned the other “pets” looking healthier then he was, he paused for a moment and looked down at himself. He didn’t look that bad, did he? He ran his hands down his chest and abdomen. Ok so he didn’t have much fat on him, hell you could hardly pinch the fat on his body, but he still had some muscles. His fingers hesitated on the scar on his abdomen and he suddenly became a bit self-conscious. He really would feel better if he could get these shackles off and slip a shirt on. There was a child in the room after all.
He shook his head with a smile while the little girl was giggling. He wouldn’t mind being a janitor but he had a gut feeling that he wasn’t going to end up doing that. They would never allow him to have that much freedom. Speaking of freedom his toes grabbed the paperclip and he slid it over to himself. Ah got it. Luckily Orion was a little better at picking locks then a small child. He set to work on the first shackle while the little one started talking about Sol. No he hadn’t really met anyone here, other than the guards in the holding cells and they were not the chatty kind.
The little girl was rambling on about being “eaten”, surely she was talking about Vampires partaking of a humans blood. What kind of “parents” would allow such a young child to witness that kind of act? It was his turn to wrinkle his nose. The thought of the little girl watching a Vampire drink didn’t sit well with him. It didn’t matter if it were the erotic kind or the painful kind of feeding, it was still wrong for a young one to see, at least he thought so. He popped the first shackle off and worked on the second one. Slowly he stood and rubbed his wrists. There were some lovely indention marks, but they wouldn’t last long.
Momentarily his eyes flicked over to the door, but the thought of running past quickly. If it were really like the little girl described, this place wouldn’t be so bad and he knew there were much worse places he could be. Just the thought made him shudder a little. No he wouldn’t run, not from here. Orion grabbed a shirt out of a drawer and looked at the girl. She had finally realized that he hadn’t spoken a word since she entered the room and he wouldn’t. Orion couldn’t remember the last time he actually spoke a word. Honestly he didn’t even remember what his voice sounded like. He shrugged at her and shook his head at her a little. It was the best he could do to answer her question.
He sat on the other side of the bed, again folding his legs underneath him. It actually was a comfortable bed; it has been ages since he slept in such a nice bed. His fingers traced the pattern on the bed cover, but he couldn’t help watching the little girl to see what she would do next, wondering how she fit into this place and thinking about what might possibly be in store for him here. Words: 916 Muse: Not bad Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~Notes: I see them being good friends |
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Post by aoife on Nov 27, 2012 2:32:58 GMT -5
Attention-loving little Aoife certainly did like the way he grinned at her--of course, she knew she was pretty much the most charming and adorable little girl like ever ('side from Willow, of course), but she very much liked it when people reacted to her like this. She felt the love, rather then just knowing it had to be there.
As the man felt his chest, Aoife's eyes darted to his hands. He had some scars; she'd have to remember, at some point, to ask where they'd come from. But right now she was going on about Sol and her eating habits. The man didn’t look very amused. She wondered if he didn’t like getting eated after all, since he didn’t answer her question.
This was getting on her nerves. She wasn’t a patient girl, she didn’t like to wonder about things. She liked answers. He hadn’t even told her his name yet! Why was he just sitting there?
She watched with wide-eyed curiosity as he picked the locks—wow, he must be magic!—and strode over to his dresser to put a shirt on. She wondered, too, why he did that. But she’d learned not to even ask by this point.
Loudly, she asked him if he didn’t talk much, and, of course, he didn’t answer. Just shrugged. She was annoyed—but only for half a second; less then that, even. A quarter of a millionth of a second. Because it hit her just then that he was like Willow.
This was different. She was used to hearing Willow right in her head, and even though she couldn’t hear anyone else for real, she could see what they were saying on their lips. So it was a strange idea, but she supposed she’d have to be touching him to hear him.
Funny; she used every sense to hear except hearing itself.
So when the man sat down on the bed, Aoife scooted quickly over to him, sitting on her feet, legs folded under her, and reached up to rest a hand softly on his cheek.
It hit her like a tidal wave; never had one person’s thoughts been so strong, probably because he couldn’t let them out into anyone, unlike Willow, who had Aoife.
First were the secrets. It was always the secrets first. Images flooded; blood and death, a woman, a man, and a girl, all dead, killed. She would have winced if she hadn’t seen similar things in other minds. Then came the images of the self harm, cuts all over his body. She saw the most recent, the one on his leg. She saw his smile, felt his enjoyment. She knew he liked it.
On the outside, this is all happening in one instant; blue eyes are glazed over, looking empty. She is seeing.
On the inside, she’s gotten past the secrets, so she then sees the thoughts. He wanted to die. He was brought here. He hated his life. He was a runner. He was going to run, but he liked Aoife. He didn’t like that she saw blood-drinking. He wanted to protect her.
She stopped then, and, eyes again gaining life, she grinned and tackled him into a big hug, making sure to maintain skin-to-skin contact so she could see what he was thinking.
“I like you, too, Orion St. James.” She giggled, then lean back to plop to the bed, twining her hand with his so she still had access to his thoughts. She then went back to catch the answers to all her questions.
Of course, he had the shackles on because he was good at escaping. And he’d just gotten there, barely before she arrived. That’s why he was all wet, the first shower. He hadn’t met Sol yet; he hadn’t met anyone. She frowned.
“Just make sure not to make Sol mad. She’s pretty bad when she’s mad. She’s never been mad at me, though. But she’s bad to pets. Eats them mean instead of nice like normal.”
But that last question…. She couldn’t get an answer to that one, so she cocked her head, eyes on him.
“Do you like getting eaten? I can’t see it.”[/i] She furrowed her brows, determined, sifting through his brain, but that was the one answer that wouldn’t come.
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Orion St. James
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Pet ? Isadora Diardo
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Post by Orion St. James on Nov 27, 2012 19:56:27 GMT -5
Orion almost flinched when she touched his cheek. He was definitely not used to someone touching him in a nonthreatening way. He took a deep breath in through his nose trying to relax underneath her soft touch. For a few moments he was so distracted with the fact her delicate little hand was on his face he didn’t notice her eyes glaze over like they did. He hadn’t noticed that he closed his eyes until her blinked them back open to look at her. Immediately his brows furrowed with concern but deep down he knew he shouldn’t move. He sat there perfectly still and waiting. He felt different, a little lighter perhaps. It was strange. It only took a moment for her eyes to return to normal but to him it felt like forever.
A huge wave of relief washed over him as she tackled him. He hesitated only a moment before awkwardly wrapping his arms around her to give her a gentle hug. Orion couldn’t remember the last time he had hugged anyone. It felt good. This was something new for him, a hug from a Vampire. Then she spoke his name. How did she do that? It had to be something to do with what had just occurred. Orion knew that Vampires all had different talents, so this must be hers. It was kind of a relief, that she could understand him and wouldn’t be put off by his lack of speech. As quickly as she had pounced on him we she was gone, but to his relief she didn’t go far. He leaned back on the bed too, taking great care not to lay on her but kept his hand in hers.
He listened to her talk about Sol and wondered who he would end up with here. Every place was so different, but at least it was looking like he finally landed in a place that was better than the rest. That made him a little feel better. He had only a very little experienced with both kinds of feedings, but mostly they were of the painful variety. Usually he just ended up being a punching bag for when someone was upset. He also wondered what he’d end up doing. He didn’t get a chance to finish school before the human world came tumbling down. Most of the last year or so was spent either running or sitting in a cell.
His body stiffened a little when the thought occurred to him that she might know everything that he kept inside. Things that others didn’t know for a reason. Dark things that children should not know. He frowned a little as he gazed up at the ceiling. Orion could feel her sit up but he didn’t budge. She was wanting to know if he liked being fed upon. To tell the truth he wasn’t exactly sure. It hurt and he liked that. It was the only feeling he could really hang onto since his whole family died. Pain was a constant and a release. He wiggled suddenly a bit uncomfortable on the bed. His brown eyes sideway glazed at her and he melted a little. I don’t know. He thought it loud and clear in his mind, hoping she got it.
He rolled over on his side to face her and gently tugged on the end of her black tutu with his free hand. A ballerina uh? He smiled at her and motioned a little with his head.Would a little ballerina like to show me her moves? He raised his brows in question. Yeah he was changing the subject but he really wanted to focus on more fun things right now than to worry about whose pet he was going to end up as. He would have time to learn all the rules and details later. Right now he was happy to be entertained by Aoife.
It was nice to be able to have a little bit of a conversation with someone…even if she was a Vampire. She might just be able to change his opinion of the species. Words: 684 meh Muse: Not bad Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~Notes: He is becoming quite fond of her <3 |
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Post by aoife on Nov 29, 2012 14:44:14 GMT -5
Another thing the girl noticed when she had her hand on his cheek was the brief flashes of violence; this was new to him, someone touching him in a non-hurtful way. That made the girl sad.
Not only that, but it was mostly vampires that hurt him like that. When she opened her eyes, she told him, eyes and tone soft,
"Not all vampires are bad. We're just like people. Most of us were people, before."
Was this how he was all of the time? So tense, nervous? Another flash; he drew to relax. He and Willow would get along! Briefly, she wondered where her twin even was, but she was glad at least that her friend looked less stressed out when she hugged him. She liked making him feel better.
When she flopped back to the bed, he less-flopped-more-laid next to her, and when she talked about Sol, she caught his thought about being a punching bag and turned her head sternly to look at him.
"Nobody better punch you around here or else I'll kick them bad! I'll get Daddy to fire them! You better tell me right away if that happens, okayyy? Promise!"
But he tensed up, and she sat up to examine him properly. He was thinking about... that he didn't like what she saw before, all the blood and hurting. She raised her other hand--not the one twined with his, and patted his cheek.
"Don't worry so much." Her eyes were wide, serious. Intense, especially for someone of her age. "I see all kinds of things; worse things then yours. It's what I do. Like how Sol makes people hurt and Daddy makes people love him. I will always see." She smiled prettily, her prettiest smile, so he would know she wasn't upset by it. "It doesn't bother me so much anymore."
Finally, he answered her question with a sort of hesitant, but very loud, I don't know, and she nodded, understanding that. It only made sense, after all; he liked the pain of it, but at the same time, getting eated was no fun, was it?
When he rolled and tugged on her tutu, she bounced happily, and it bounced with her. She loved this tutu.
"I'm Black Swan!"
See, no one had let her actually see that movie, but she knew Black Swan was a ballerina.
A ballerina uh? Would a little ballerina like to show me her moves?
Aoife Maye didn't notice and didn't care that he was changing the subject. She was more then excited to dance.
"YEAH!" And with that she tore her hand from his and leapt off the bed in a twirl, spinning and pirouetting and leaping. This was what she loved; showing off.
"And watch this!" She did a cartwheel, then landed with her hands high up in the air, beaming. "Come on!" She dashed forward, grabbed his hands, and started pulling him off the bed, "Dance with me!" She giggled, happily. She liked him.
notes; hahahahhaha i can see her in the future being one of those little kids that's like "yeah he's my boyfriend" LOLOL. Also... sorry. My length will improve with time i pwomisseeeee
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Willow Serenity Andromida
Azure Vampire
The Monarch's Little Angel
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Post by Willow Serenity Andromida on Dec 11, 2012 21:57:08 GMT -5
Willow was convinced she had twin senses. Yes, she entirely meant that seriously, this was not a joke. She was convinced that she had twin senses. How else could she always fine Aoife? The twins were usually off doing something wacky, and usually together. But sometimes they weren’t together and Willow could almost always find her sister and her sister could usually find her too. So that had to mean that they had twin senses or something, right? Okay so there was the fact that her sister’s affinity had her pretty tuned in. But that was besides the point!!
Willow had holed herself up in one of the many massive rooms in the citadel after she had woken up early, far earlier than most people would of their own free will. But Willow tended to be an early riser more often than not, and that was exactly what had happened this morning. She had run off to one of the rooms that she knew would be empty at that time. And she had taken all of her art stuff with her. Okay, well not all of it.
If she had taken all of it it would have taken a good three or four trips. She had a lot. Her Daddy spoiled her juuuuust a little.
Char, short for Prince Charming, poked his head out from under her hair as she had sketched but she had barely paid any attention to the silly little ferret. She was focused. It was her affinity, to draw everything that she saw in exact detail. Not that she knew that. Willow thought she was just good at art, because it seemed like such a small thing to her, not an affinity. There were fledglings without affinities after all, or perhaps she would discover hers when she was older.
She probably would discover it for real when she was older, but for now it remained hidden to her, though most other people recognized it for what it was.
Anyway, Willow only stopped her drawing when the light out the window alerted her that it was no longer early in the night and she should probably go find her twin. She blinked, she had not been expecting it to go by so fast! Willow stood and dusted the little bit of art stuff that had gotten on her off of her rainbow tie-dye dress. Willow liked rainbows! She was often colorful in that respect. And then she readjusted her bright red headband so that it pushed her silky blond hair back away from her face like it should.
A kiss to Char’s nose and she was skipping out of the room. She didn’t bother taking her stuff back to her room, either it would “magically” appear there, or she would come back for it later. She had no doubts that nothing would happen to it while she was gone. Everyone knew who the things belonged to after all. She was well known, hard not to be when she ran around everywhere with her twin.
And after that she had just stopped trying to think and followed what she considered to be her “twin senses.” She quite literally closed her eyes and kept walking. Every now and again she’d feel a hand adjust her so that way she wouldn’t walk into a wall or hit a sharp corner which would make her giggle silently, but for the most part she was pretty on her own ehre. She was testing her twin senses theory.
She knew when she hit the staff quarters because the smell changed. Not that it smelt bad! It just changed. Willow’s other senses were heightened when she lost her voice, so sometimes she just picked up on things. And then she felt like she must be close enough to Aoife for her to hear her. *Aooooooiiiiiiiifeeeeeeee….I’m testing our twiiiiiiiin senses*[/color] she sent out into the world with a mental giggle and a thought. She was hoping that her sister was near enough o hear her.
But all those thoughts were dispelled when she herself heard her sister. She was telling someone to dance with her. Willow giggled silently. How silly. Who was her sister with? She was curious. She didn’t think it was anyone she knew. She ran towards the sound of the voice and peeked open the door that she heard her sister coming from and grinned widely to see said sister. *Aoife!*[/color] she mentally exclaimed happily. And then she looked past her sister and saw a boy. She blinked. She didn’t know who this person was but if he was hanging out with her sister that was good enough for her.
Also Willow just tended to adore absolutely everyone. So that helped. She grinned widely and waved to the person happily, so hard it was a wonder her whole body wasn’t shaking with hit. For Char’s part, he just hid behind her hair.
Note: Haha sorry, sorta awkward time for me to drop her in but I wanted to before I forgot
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Orion St. James
Human
Pet ? Isadora Diardo
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Post by Orion St. James on Dec 13, 2012 22:10:14 GMT -5
Orion was perfectly happy to watch the little girl dance and twirl from the comfort of his spot on the bed. Being able to change the subject also allowed him to feel a little more at ease. No one had ever known the whole truth about him. It sort of left him feeling open and he wasn’t sure exactly how to feel about that right now. It was so weird for him to be momentarily happy. The closes thing to this feeling was when he found pain. It was the only way to release the building pressure in his chest and mind. The pain gave him a way to feel like he could breathe again. What was it that this little girl did to him? He was powerless to shut her out. She knew everything and still managed to care about him. Again that was something new to him.
Orion’s experience with Vampires since the world had changed had never been a good one. Trust was something he just couldn’t do and yet here he was sitting on a comfortable bed watching a little one dance around. It was ok. It was surreal. It felt like any moment he could wake up back in the holding cell and all this nice and warm stuff would just fizzle away and the darkness would return. He took a deep breath trying to quiet all the nervous energy bubbling about in him and blinked trying to focus again on Aoife. He continued to watch the little girl and couldn’t help but smile a little. She was a cute little thing and it amazed him how she could see the things she did and still manage to stay so innocent. It was amazing. She did a cartwheel and he applauded softly for her.
Before he knew it his clapping was interrupted by little hands grasping his. Oh no she wanted him to dance? He didn’t know how to dance, let alone dance with suck a tiny partner. Orion let her pull him off the bed and he awkwardly stumbled to his feet. Uncertainty plastered all over his face. I can’t dance….but….but I’ll try. He bent down and kind of tired to sway back and forth while holding her hands. He dropped his left hand from hers and gave her a chance to spin around and around. Little kids like that, didn’t they? Orion had no experience with children, human or vampire it didn’t matter. He was an only child and spent a lot of time playing alone. It made him wonder what children did around a big place like this. Did they need someone to watch them? They couldn’t be that old...He let his mind wander for a moment.
His concentration was broken as the door to the room creaked open. Immediately he stopped what he was doing, letting the little girls hands go. Hell he didn’t even look up to take a moment to think about his reaction. It was a quick motion for him to sink to the floor and back up from the little girl until his back was against the bed. It took one heart beat and a short quick breath for him to realize there wasn’t any attack coming down upon him. Orion peeked a bit through his hair and noticed a second little girl. Well hell. With much regret and a bit of shame he pressed his forehead against his arms that rested atop his legs that he had pulled up tightly against him. It was just a little girl. Another little girl. He was so messed up and now he was even a bit embarrassed.
He filled his lungs with a deep breath and tried to slowly unfold himself out of the crazy tight ball he found himself in. His eyes searched out Aoife and tried to relay that he was quite sorry and didn’t mean to spoil her fun. At that moment he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself so he just tried to relax where he was. The other little girl was smiling at Aoife, which showed him things were fine. Everything was fine. Silently he scolded himself for being such a crazy coward. He sure did have a lot of things to get used to around here. Words: 715 Muse: Not bad Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~Notes: I’m dying picturing him freaking out. |
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Post by aoife on Dec 21, 2012 23:18:15 GMT -5
Though she’d sensed Orion’s surprise when Aoife first revealed her knowledge of his innermost thoughts, she didn’t really notice it. Surprise was a given; no one anticipated another person reading their mind, much less showing off their knowledge. Aoife assumed she was unique in her ability, for she’d never met anyone who shared it. For that same reason, the surprise she was greeted with when other people realized what she could do seemed only natural. She was the only mind reader here. They’d never seen anything like her.
Of course, she refused to believe she was anything but singularly special.
Nor, in kind, did she notice that his surprise was less at her affinity and more at her reaction to what she saw. Aoife had seen everything from brutal, violent murders to the worst kind of betrayal in people’s minds; her affinity, after all, was primarily for secrets, and a lot of people hid very bad things. His past wasn’t even close to the worst she’d seen; and, if anything, it inspired love in the girl rather than judgment. Not that she judged anyone, but she knew that Orion needed to be nurtured, not punished.
In fact, that was what most people, no matter how bad, needed.
Between spins, even while laughing and combatting the dizziness blurring her vision, she checked to make sure he was okay. He was smiling at her—that was good—and when she did a cartwheel and posed dramatically, he applauded.
She loved a good audience.
*Aooooooiiiiiiiifeeeeeeee….I’m testing our twiiiiiiiin senses*
Outwardly, the girl paused, froze, turned her head toward the door. Was that Willow? Wow, where was she? Hearing the girl’s thoughts when they were close by was no new trick to Aoife, but hearing her sister when she didn’t even know where she was was a totally different story. She thought briefly about yelling back, but shrugged that thought off. Where was her sister, anyway? Well, next time she saw her, she’d tell her the twin senses worked. That was pretty coolio.
But, for now, she decided to find herself a dance partner, and so the girl leaped forward to grab Orion and tug him off the bed. He looked—and felt—surprised and insecure, but she just giggled at him.
I can’t dance….but….but I’ll try.
“I tol’ja not to worry so much, didn’t I? Just dance!”
Swaying was enough for her, and she just hopped around on her tip-toes, pretending to herself that she was en pointe. He let go of one of her hands and, in synch with his thoughts (and she meant that in a less literal sense than normal—she, of course, saw his intentions in his head, but she would have known he meant her to spin even if she wasn’t reading his thoughts) , she twirled once, twice, three times around before she was interrupted by a strong, familiar, female voice in her head.
*Aoife!*
“Willahh?” She pulled her hands from Orion’s quickly—which was why she didn’t immediately notice the turmoil in his head—and tackled her sister. “Your twin senses worked!” And then she gasped, surprised, “Is that how you found me? You followed them here?”
It took her a second to remember her manners and turn to introduce Orion.
“Willah, this is my friend, Orion. Ori, this is—“ At that moment she took in the scene before her; Orion pressed against the bed, looking absolutely terrified. If she could hear, she would have heard him dropping to the floor, scrambling back. But, of course, she couldn’t.
She rushed toward him just as he was visibly trying very hard to relax, and pressed her hands to his arms, then, when his face rose from them, his cheeks. She saw what he had seen in those moments; all he heard was a door opening, and it had been enough to promise him punishment. She was sad for him, and momentarily regretted that he could not see into her head to see this.
“It’s just my sister Willow. She’s nice. She won’t hurt you.” She smiled comfortingly at him, patting his cheek with one hand, but keeping the other in place so as to avoid the dizzying effect patting often had, images floating in and out of her head with each pat.
She turned, addressing her sister.
“Some very bad people stole away Orion’s family and friend, so he doesn’t talk. Like you, Willah!” She was excited, having not seen this similarity before, amazing though it may have been to an outsider. It was difficult for Aoife to see; as she couldn’t hear people talking to begin with and just read thoughts.
“Ori, my sister doesn’t talk either, but I can hear what she’d thinkin’ without touching her. Usually I just tell everybody what she says.” The girl giggled, pressing a finger to her lips, “I guess I’ll do the same thing for you, too!”
Unlike most people, it was true, Aoife didn’t need to maintain physical contact to hear her sister; only, until today, did she need proximity, so it was strange that she’d heard her sister’s thoughts earlier without her being in the room. Like everyone else, however, she did get a more in-depth view of her sisters mental processes when she was touching her; while, when not touching, she received thoughts projected by her sister into her head, she still got the endless tap-in to her brain that she got with anyone else when they were touching.
‘Course, she didn’t think of it that much in-depth. She just knew that her sister and she had special twin senses.
notes; i feel bad for him</3 poor oriiiiii
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Willow Serenity Andromida
Azure Vampire
The Monarch's Little Angel
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Speak No Evil
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Post by Willow Serenity Andromida on Dec 23, 2012 18:05:28 GMT -5
Willow had followed her twin senses here. Let other people say what they wanted to about how there wasn’t twin senses and that was just silly but, well, they weren’t twins now were they? She giggled thinking about it. Of course, no noise actually passed her lips but that was because she was mute, so while she easily went through the motions of speaking, no noise would actually pass through. And she went through the motions because she hadn’t actually been born mute. But anyway back to the point at hand! Which was not her being mute but the twin senses!
She knew that she had them. Or else, how else could she close her eyes and walk and actually find her sister? Exactly! It made perfect sense to the seven year old girl that she had twin senses and that Aoife did too because they could always find each other and that was all that mattered to her! She was totally happy with her twin senses and she happily tested them out whenever she felt like she needed to. Which was whenever she and Aoife were apart.
Like now. They were apart now. Which was no fun.
She called out, mentally, knowing that if she were in range her sister would hear it because the pair of them were just special that way. That was why Willow had yet to bother to learn sign language. Aoife could hear her and that was all she needed in order to share what she thought with the world. She didn’t know what she would do if she couldn’t still talk to her sister. Though she supposed even if they didn’t have the special bond with each other, Aoife would still be able to talk for her as long as they touched.
Anyway, after she had called out mentally, she had heard her sister’s voice anyway! Well that just made it a lot easier now didn’t it? She ran that way and wondered who she was talking to and who she was in there with. She happily burst open the door and grinned widely, but she wasn’t expecting the reaction that she did get when she did that. But first, her sister tackled her and she giggled, noiseless to everyone but Aoife who could probably hear them and she hugged her sister back as tight as she could.
*I did! I closed my eyes and I followed them and I found you!* she “said” mentally, so happy about this realization. Let someone try to tell them they didn’t work now! She would just have to show them the lovely proof she had just received in following them all the way to Aoife. It was enough to make her grin more than before.
She turned to wave and smile at the guy who was in here with Aoife but she blinked when she saw what happened with him. She had heard him drop but she hadn’t really thought about it, she had gotten caught up in her excitement. But she looked now and saw the man had fallen back against the bed and was on the floor and stuff. She figured she’d not scare him—though she wasn’t sure how a tiny girl like herself could scare anyone—so she just watched while Aoife went over to him to handle the situation. She nodded when Aoife introduced her and called her nice, grinning widely at him, all friendly like. As if to emphasize her point of being cute and harmless, Prince Charming—her ferret—popped his head out of her hair to inspect what was going on too.
She frowned a little bit when her sister told her abou the bad people that had hurt Orion, she didn’t like that. But the next part excited her a bit. Someone else who didn’t talk? She thought she was the only one! She went over that way to Orion with that, being excited about this fact. *Really?! That’s so cool! Well not cool that he was hurt. But I like not being the only non-talker*[/color] she said, a mental giggle bubbling up as she did.
She nodded to emphasize what Aoife was saying about how she spoke for her. This was very true and she could do that for him too now! That was so nice. She liked this. Her sister was so helpful. She smiled happily at Aoife and then held out he rhand to Orion for a shake. She was going to give a proper and polite greeting, thank you!
Notes: She's adorable, Aoife is twice as adorable, and poor Orion! </3
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Orion St. James
Human
Pet ? Isadora Diardo
played by no_one [/size][/center]
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Post by Orion St. James on Jan 12, 2013 17:38:57 GMT -5
Slow and steady breaths tried to slow his racing heart as he scolded himself for being so frightened. It had been an automatic reaction, yes, but it was still no excuse to act like a lunatic in front of a little one that had shown him such kindness and compassion. He hated it. He hated himself. The last few years of his life had taught him flight or fight, the latter being his most used option. Automatically he took inventory of himself, nothing was hurt and he was absolutely fine. Then why did his body have to tremble so?
Little hands pressed against his arms, such a soft and reassuring touch. Orion swallowed hard, blinking his eyes open to look up at Aoife with sincere regret clear as day upon his features. She had softly placed her hands on his cheeks. What little and powerful hands. A smile from the little girl helped ease the tension in his limbs. Orion nodded in acknowledgement. Sorry. He knew that she wouldn’t want him to apologize but he really felt like he needed too, no matter what she thought. He wanted to promise her that he’d get better, that maybe he wouldn’t always be like this…but that was something he could not yet promise.
Deep breaths. Just breathe. He slowly started to uncurl himself, but his limbs protested. The sudden reaction left them so tight. One arm at a time loosened its grip from around his legs. With that accomplished his legs where next. First the right one extended to lay flat against the floor, then the left followed suit. He was feeling a bit better, heart rate had slowed. Orion pulled one last deep breath into his lungs and ran both hands through his hair pulling it back out of his face.
Orion looked from one little girl to the next. Sisters. He made a metal note. He had to admit they were cute. Again he never imagined the creatures that conquered this world could produce such innocence. It was something very new to him. Admittedly he knew he was most likely very sheltered on the subject of vampires. He knew only what old books and folk lore taught and did not know what was true or not. He surely had a lot to learn. With his limbs finally responsive to his own commands, Orion got up on his knees and stretched out a hand to shake Willow’s attentively watching to make sure his touch didn’t send her into a weird blank eyed episode too. When he was satisfied that she was fine, just a couple shakes or so, he allowed his hand to drop from her little grasp.
Slowly he rocked back onto his feet, taking just a step back to once again sit upon the edge of the comfortable bed. How was it that he was so suddenly overcome with such exhaustion? The shower had relaxed him, Aoife’s dancing entertained him and that sudden jolt of adrenaline had him now feeling spent. Tired eyes blinked and he smiled a little for the girls. It would be rude of him to curl up into a ball and pass out, not that he’d fall asleep fast. As tired as he was, he could feel the emptiness and ache of hunger in the very bottom of his stomach. It had been a while since he’d eaten, he couldn’t even recall what it had been. He knew it wasn’t anything good.
He stifled back a yawn and pushed himself back onto the bed a little more so that he could fold his legs underneath himself. His fingers once again tracing the pattern on the bedspread, though he kept his eyes upon the two little vampire girls. Was this to be his life now? If it was, he surely didn’t mind it. Words: 637 Muse: Had to poke him awake, sorry it took so long Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~Notes: My house smells like dog barf |
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