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Yeh, the Jeckler is made up, and yes he is featured human unless otherwise mentioned. Yes, mine is the mostly negative one, with just little touches of positive shimmering here and there :P And yeah, equal but opposing.
~The faint tug on his hand tells him that Enasi is ready now and without hesitation he starts off towards the pull.
I wonder what it will be this time.
After what Rue said, I was a little worried, but I feel better now
He moves faster and faster until a familiar figure appears far in the distance. He slows, watching closely.
He's looking around.
I wonder what he's looking for.
Is it me?
Or is it what is going to appear this time?
The thought of Enasi looking for him brings a slow smile to his lips and he closes his eyes, almost as if he's praying. Which is close to what he's up to. Deep inside he begs for something. Something specific to fit the mood around them. Something that will let their curiosity be fed. With a great groan of stressed wood his prayer is answered. In a rush huge trees begin erupting from the ground. Each one is as tall as a skyscraper, their canopies high overhead. The lower branches are covered in dense foliage, but they are few in number, far apart from one another. All along the surface however are perfectly shaped little hand and footholds, making them look easy to climb.
Looking towards Enasi he catches his eye for only a moment before another tree erupts from the ground, obscuring him from view. The ground becomes soft and sponge like, a thick layer of moss appearing like a cushion beneath their feet.
In case Enasi falls I suppose.
It will make him feel safer.
Around each tree a thick layer of underbrush appears, easy for hiding in, and as a final touch, fairy lights begin dancing through the now vast forest to keep it from being too dark.
Perfect.
Sensing where Enasi is he moves away a bit and stands with his back against a tree. Not sure how the Dreams play the game, Seishu decides to start it off the only way he knows how.
“Poor little sparkler,
lost in the forest,
oh where can you be?
The wolves are getting hungry.
On your bones they will feed.
Flee little sparkler
hide high or low
keep yourself hidden now
the wolf is on the prowl.”
The little song carries well through the area, settling softly on Enasi's ears like a pleasant echo. As soon as it's over though, Seishu begins counting. “One. . .Two. . .Three. . .Four. . .” These sounds too carry well and Seishu continues to count with a soft smile on his lips.~
I wonder what it will be this time.
After what Rue said, I was a little worried, but I feel better now
He moves faster and faster until a familiar figure appears far in the distance. He slows, watching closely.
He's looking around.
I wonder what he's looking for.
Is it me?
Or is it what is going to appear this time?
The thought of Enasi looking for him brings a slow smile to his lips and he closes his eyes, almost as if he's praying. Which is close to what he's up to. Deep inside he begs for something. Something specific to fit the mood around them. Something that will let their curiosity be fed. With a great groan of stressed wood his prayer is answered. In a rush huge trees begin erupting from the ground. Each one is as tall as a skyscraper, their canopies high overhead. The lower branches are covered in dense foliage, but they are few in number, far apart from one another. All along the surface however are perfectly shaped little hand and footholds, making them look easy to climb.
Looking towards Enasi he catches his eye for only a moment before another tree erupts from the ground, obscuring him from view. The ground becomes soft and sponge like, a thick layer of moss appearing like a cushion beneath their feet.
In case Enasi falls I suppose.
It will make him feel safer.
Around each tree a thick layer of underbrush appears, easy for hiding in, and as a final touch, fairy lights begin dancing through the now vast forest to keep it from being too dark.
Perfect.
Sensing where Enasi is he moves away a bit and stands with his back against a tree. Not sure how the Dreams play the game, Seishu decides to start it off the only way he knows how.
“Poor little sparkler,
lost in the forest,
oh where can you be?
The wolves are getting hungry.
On your bones they will feed.
Flee little sparkler
hide high or low
keep yourself hidden now
the wolf is on the prowl.”
The little song carries well through the area, settling softly on Enasi's ears like a pleasant echo. As soon as it's over though, Seishu begins counting. “One. . .Two. . .Three. . .Four. . .” These sounds too carry well and Seishu continues to count with a soft smile on his lips.~
*Shuffles around happily with hands clasped behind back* Idn't he though?
As the little one scoots in closer to do as bidden Kuro thinks back to when he was washing up. Too distracted at the time by pain to give much thought to the actions, he now wonders about the flashes of wings between the guards and himself. 'Was he seriously trying to shield me from them? It's not like they would hesitate with wrenching the thing out of the way if they really wanted to get to me' Then like a bolt he remembers the kid speaking at one point. After a few seconds thinking a slow grin spreads on his lips. 'He was stopping them from watching me. “Giving me some privacy.” Interesting. . .' The grin only widens as the angel begins working on his legs, getting slower and slower every inch he moves up. 'So innocent, it's a-dorable! And kinda sexy'
Rolling his eyes at his own thoughts he hums lightly as he hears the towel hit the basin again. He can not help a flinch as the angel announced what's next on the agenda. 'Aw, can’t you go back to rubbing my legs? You were almost to the good part' Sliding his arms out to make sure he doesn't strike at the little mouse he tries to relax before the pain hits. It works well enough and as the boy sets in the only sign that he's feeling anything are the little gouges in the stone left behind by his claws. Slowly the pain begins to fade a bit, enough for him to open his eyes and notice that once more the wings are sliding him from view. 'What dedication. He really is intent on them not seeing me like this. Too bad Mouse, but when you leave they are most likely going to make sure I'm not too healed'
He can feel little bits of his strength return as he reaches the lowest injuries on his back and as the angel help him up a little plan forms in his head for some fun before he goes. His body still flinches at every touch, even going so far as to shudder when he moves in closer during the binding process. 'He really is thorough. I can tell he's covered the whole thing, no more raw open wounds. I wonder why they were acting like is some terrible rookie or something. Well, he may be a rookie, but he's at least got more balls than the rest of the staff, if they weren't kidding earlier about the orders from God thing. . .'
Letting out a little sigh as the angel sits back Kuro turns ever so slowly as to not spook him. As soon as he's in position his body rocks forward faster than it can respond and he places a feather light kiss in the boy's temple. At the same time his hand comes up to caress the fluffy white mass behind him and he manages to find a loose feather quickly. “Good job, Little Mouse. . .” he whispers directly into his ear before falling back away from him quickly. Before the guard, who began moving into the room as soon as he'd lunged forward, can see what he nabbed he slides it into the band of his loincloth in the back, longways so it's not sticking out.
The red head grabs the angel and roughly shoves him out of the cell, throwing his kit to him before ordering him out. Meanwhile the green haired one knocks the basin over in his rush to get a hold of Kuro, the contents spilling all across the floor of his cell. He has just enough time to think 'Uck, and they are going to make me sleep in that, if I sleep at all tonight' before he finds himself with an angel twice his weight sitting across his chest, his arms pinned to his sides. The red head slams the gate shut to keep the angel out, should he decide to try and rescue the demon and once more orders him away before turning to his partner.
Rolling his eyes at his own thoughts he hums lightly as he hears the towel hit the basin again. He can not help a flinch as the angel announced what's next on the agenda. 'Aw, can’t you go back to rubbing my legs? You were almost to the good part' Sliding his arms out to make sure he doesn't strike at the little mouse he tries to relax before the pain hits. It works well enough and as the boy sets in the only sign that he's feeling anything are the little gouges in the stone left behind by his claws. Slowly the pain begins to fade a bit, enough for him to open his eyes and notice that once more the wings are sliding him from view. 'What dedication. He really is intent on them not seeing me like this. Too bad Mouse, but when you leave they are most likely going to make sure I'm not too healed'
He can feel little bits of his strength return as he reaches the lowest injuries on his back and as the angel help him up a little plan forms in his head for some fun before he goes. His body still flinches at every touch, even going so far as to shudder when he moves in closer during the binding process. 'He really is thorough. I can tell he's covered the whole thing, no more raw open wounds. I wonder why they were acting like is some terrible rookie or something. Well, he may be a rookie, but he's at least got more balls than the rest of the staff, if they weren't kidding earlier about the orders from God thing. . .'
Letting out a little sigh as the angel sits back Kuro turns ever so slowly as to not spook him. As soon as he's in position his body rocks forward faster than it can respond and he places a feather light kiss in the boy's temple. At the same time his hand comes up to caress the fluffy white mass behind him and he manages to find a loose feather quickly. “Good job, Little Mouse. . .” he whispers directly into his ear before falling back away from him quickly. Before the guard, who began moving into the room as soon as he'd lunged forward, can see what he nabbed he slides it into the band of his loincloth in the back, longways so it's not sticking out.
The red head grabs the angel and roughly shoves him out of the cell, throwing his kit to him before ordering him out. Meanwhile the green haired one knocks the basin over in his rush to get a hold of Kuro, the contents spilling all across the floor of his cell. He has just enough time to think 'Uck, and they are going to make me sleep in that, if I sleep at all tonight' before he finds himself with an angel twice his weight sitting across his chest, his arms pinned to his sides. The red head slams the gate shut to keep the angel out, should he decide to try and rescue the demon and once more orders him away before turning to his partner.
I'm glad Zach liked the little display. I almost didn't notice it at first, but then had to go for the double :P
On the outside Kiel does not show any reaction to Zach's sudden outburst, use to stuff like this from several of his kids over the years. Even if he treats them like they are, none of them are little angels and anger is something he's come to understand a lot in these abused children. 'Flinching away only causes more problems' he surmised long ago, however on the inside he always feels the blows in full force. This time is no exception and while his expression doesn't change he can feel the pain of it lashing across his heart. 'So sorry little one. I know you said you weren't offended, but I guess this is a little too far, isn't it?' His hands continue to rub the towel into his head, the cloth hiding most of his face from his guest.
His emotions struggle with each other for a time, the ache keeping him from responding, but when at last he brings the towel down he feels in enough control to respond. Setting the towel aside he keeps his gaze fixed on the small mirror over the sink as he speaks. “A long time ago I was brought to this parish, an orphan.” His voice is quiet but the young man should have no trouble hearing him. “I don't really recall anything of that time, or how I came to lose everything, nor do I really care too.” His gaze lowers a bit, watching the water drip slowly from the faucet a few times before stopping completely, his hands on either side of the basin. “But, there is one thing I remember, it's just a voice, and a couple of words. It's a man's voice, deep and strong, and he said, “You fought well little one.” That's all, but every time I think of it I feel stronger, like I just made it out of the flames of hell itself.”
Rocking back and forth on his hands a bit he finally lets go with one so he swings around to face Zach. The smile on his lips reaches all the way to his eyes, the apologetic tone evident. However on the inside his feelings are still not quite sorted out, on the outside it would be nearly impossible to tell. “I'm sorry, Zach, but I see all of my children as little ones. As ones who have survived hell and can one day escape it altogether like I did.” He lowers his gaze a little sadly, watching the toe of one of his feet waging back and forth slowly in time with his swaying. “I know that it sounds insulting, and I'll stop saying it aloud, but I just want you to know why I called you that. I just wanted to answer your question properly.” Looking back at the boy he continues to smile. “I see you're done with dinner, now on to dessert, right Zach?”
His emotions struggle with each other for a time, the ache keeping him from responding, but when at last he brings the towel down he feels in enough control to respond. Setting the towel aside he keeps his gaze fixed on the small mirror over the sink as he speaks. “A long time ago I was brought to this parish, an orphan.” His voice is quiet but the young man should have no trouble hearing him. “I don't really recall anything of that time, or how I came to lose everything, nor do I really care too.” His gaze lowers a bit, watching the water drip slowly from the faucet a few times before stopping completely, his hands on either side of the basin. “But, there is one thing I remember, it's just a voice, and a couple of words. It's a man's voice, deep and strong, and he said, “You fought well little one.” That's all, but every time I think of it I feel stronger, like I just made it out of the flames of hell itself.”
Rocking back and forth on his hands a bit he finally lets go with one so he swings around to face Zach. The smile on his lips reaches all the way to his eyes, the apologetic tone evident. However on the inside his feelings are still not quite sorted out, on the outside it would be nearly impossible to tell. “I'm sorry, Zach, but I see all of my children as little ones. As ones who have survived hell and can one day escape it altogether like I did.” He lowers his gaze a little sadly, watching the toe of one of his feet waging back and forth slowly in time with his swaying. “I know that it sounds insulting, and I'll stop saying it aloud, but I just want you to know why I called you that. I just wanted to answer your question properly.” Looking back at the boy he continues to smile. “I see you're done with dinner, now on to dessert, right Zach?”
Shaking his head a few times Viltez's smiles brightens and he tilts his head toward the clothes. “I put yours up first, so they should be done. I would love the company!” He is very sincere, the look in Aryx's eyes and the tone of his voice making it obvious that he'd slipped up a little more than he thought and he wants a better chance to explain. 'It's not like I think he's done anything wrong, so maybe if I just explain to him about the way things are around town he'll understand more why I was flustered' Already the heat in his cheeks begins washing away be he even lets out an honest laugh.
“You really are durable, not being chilly out here like that, it's neat. I know it's not exactly cold, but with the storm last night the air is damp. That combined with the breeze would have most people shivering at least. You really are amazing mister Aryx!” He speaks in all sincerity and motions for him to come closer. His gaze shifts to the side once more but after a second he brings his eyes back to meet the other's. “I really am sorry before, if I upset you about the clothes thing. See, around here, unless you're a girl, most people don't leave their house without at least some unders beneath their tops, and most wear pants.” Moving strait past that he quickly adds, “However I once read of a place where the people wear nothing but unders, even the women!”
He smiles wider, leaning back easily against the wall of his hut. “And, that's normal where they are, and what makes them comfortable.” motioning to Aryx he adds lightly, “And if that is comfortable for you then you just go ahead and wear it. Well, around the house and yard at least. If you go into town like that I'm not sure how everybody would react. Most likely not all that well.” Suddenly he recalls what his guest had said about going through his things and grateful look graces his features. “Oh! And about going through my things, I'm glad you have such respect for them, but when it comes to clothes your free to grab what you need, well, if you need anything.” He glances over at the fancy light clothing. “Well, they may not be as nice, but they'll get one through I a pinch, heh.”
“You really are durable, not being chilly out here like that, it's neat. I know it's not exactly cold, but with the storm last night the air is damp. That combined with the breeze would have most people shivering at least. You really are amazing mister Aryx!” He speaks in all sincerity and motions for him to come closer. His gaze shifts to the side once more but after a second he brings his eyes back to meet the other's. “I really am sorry before, if I upset you about the clothes thing. See, around here, unless you're a girl, most people don't leave their house without at least some unders beneath their tops, and most wear pants.” Moving strait past that he quickly adds, “However I once read of a place where the people wear nothing but unders, even the women!”
He smiles wider, leaning back easily against the wall of his hut. “And, that's normal where they are, and what makes them comfortable.” motioning to Aryx he adds lightly, “And if that is comfortable for you then you just go ahead and wear it. Well, around the house and yard at least. If you go into town like that I'm not sure how everybody would react. Most likely not all that well.” Suddenly he recalls what his guest had said about going through his things and grateful look graces his features. “Oh! And about going through my things, I'm glad you have such respect for them, but when it comes to clothes your free to grab what you need, well, if you need anything.” He glances over at the fancy light clothing. “Well, they may not be as nice, but they'll get one through I a pinch, heh.”
Heheheheheheee *Feels just as evil*
Kukukukuku, you accidentally evil dragon you Aryx. . . . *Grin* Record time on this RP I think :P
A light breeze tosses Viltez's hair about as he keeps his eyes fixed on the dawning day. His tunic makes slight rustling noises, having been left loose for more coverage as always, and he doesn't even notice the eyes on him until he's addressed. He jumps slightly, his arms snapping down to his sides to take hold of the bottom of his tunic. Holding it in place he whips around, a slight touch of fear in his eyes. However when he sees it's Aryx he lets out a tense breath and smiles, releasing his tunic. “Sorry. I mean, good morning! I didn't hear you come out. I was just. . .” A little embarrassed at what most would see as a silly ritual he looks down away from the other's face.
It is then that he realizes that his guest is outside in nothing but a top. To his embarrassment he could tell that the man had not been wearing any unders, and he highly doubts based on his prior actions that he would grab a pair of Viltez's. As the breeze blows by again, threatening to lift the light but durable fabric the young man's eyes snap back up to those of his guest's and he lets out a little uneasy chuckle. Before he can think of anything better to say he squeaks out, “Isn't it a little chilly out here dressed like that?” A shot runs through his chest and he brings up his hands apologetically.
“No, um, sorry, if your comfortable out here like that, then, that's your right. I'm not judging!” With another laugh, a little easier one now, he wanders over to the clothesline to check the laundry. Running his hands over them he is careful to not look at Aryx just yet. When he'd realized that he was practically naked a heat had rushed up his neck, a strong blush blossoming on his cheeks as for some reason the sight brought back memories from the night before. 'I need to get this under control. He's from a different area, and to each their own, right? feeling the still rather damp cloth his shoulder slump. His hands come up to rub at his cheeks before he turns around to face his guest. Holding a hand up to indicate the wash he calls out, “It'll be a little while still, I just got the last of them up. You're more than welcome to wait with me if you like.” Bringing his arm back in he brings the other up so he can cross them over his chest, a faint smile still in place on his lips.
It is then that he realizes that his guest is outside in nothing but a top. To his embarrassment he could tell that the man had not been wearing any unders, and he highly doubts based on his prior actions that he would grab a pair of Viltez's. As the breeze blows by again, threatening to lift the light but durable fabric the young man's eyes snap back up to those of his guest's and he lets out a little uneasy chuckle. Before he can think of anything better to say he squeaks out, “Isn't it a little chilly out here dressed like that?” A shot runs through his chest and he brings up his hands apologetically.
“No, um, sorry, if your comfortable out here like that, then, that's your right. I'm not judging!” With another laugh, a little easier one now, he wanders over to the clothesline to check the laundry. Running his hands over them he is careful to not look at Aryx just yet. When he'd realized that he was practically naked a heat had rushed up his neck, a strong blush blossoming on his cheeks as for some reason the sight brought back memories from the night before. 'I need to get this under control. He's from a different area, and to each their own, right? feeling the still rather damp cloth his shoulder slump. His hands come up to rub at his cheeks before he turns around to face his guest. Holding a hand up to indicate the wash he calls out, “It'll be a little while still, I just got the last of them up. You're more than welcome to wait with me if you like.” Bringing his arm back in he brings the other up so he can cross them over his chest, a faint smile still in place on his lips.
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