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*Wanders around* You okay? Go on another trip? :P *Teasing*
~With a gentle silent prayer Seishu waits for the man in his arms to make his decision. When he looks over his shoulder, meeting Seishu's gaze, the Nightmare Guardian smiles gently. He keeps his fingers laced together as Enasi looks back towards the lyrics and as once more the tune swings around to the beginning of the song his arms tighten ever so slightly as Enasi begins singing with him. His body feels warm, and he can feel the passion in his voice rising as he sings with his counterpart that lovely nightmare realm lullaby.
You should sing more often.
You have a lovely singing voice Enasi.
As the smaller male pulls away Seishu only hesitates for a moment, not wanting to let him go, but as the feathery wings begin trembling against him, ready to be used once more, he lets Enasi go an watches as he takes to the air as if born to it.
You learn quickly.
I can't wait for your little ones to see you fly like this.
You are having too much fun for you to never fly outside of Our World.
Seishu joins him in his aerial dance, his voice still ringing out to harmonize with his counterpart's lighter tones. Near the end when Enasi goes down for a landing and the music begins to fade Seishu flies down beneath the lyrics and just as the song comes to an end he flies up through them, strait through the middle. The lights part and dissipate, except the ones Seishu's wings touch directly. Those cling to his wings looking almost like liquid lights clinging to the edges of his wings. Once the rest of the lights are gone Seishu spins like top so the lights go flying off his wings in a fantastic display and with a laugh he comes to settle on the grass behind Enasi.
Still humming a little he vanishes his own wings and saunters up nonchalantly behind the smaller male. Before he can move however Seishu darts in and sits directly behind him, his legs sliding up on either side of Enasi's, his arms snaking around the red heads waist so he can pull him in tight. Settling his head on Enasi's shoulder he murmurs, “There's a reason I put up with having so many of those little ones hanging off of me. I may be an ass, but I can not refuse cuddling with a nice warm body. . .” He buries his face in the crook of the smaller male's neck, breathing in that scent that is Enasi's, and Enasi's alone.~
You should sing more often.
You have a lovely singing voice Enasi.
As the smaller male pulls away Seishu only hesitates for a moment, not wanting to let him go, but as the feathery wings begin trembling against him, ready to be used once more, he lets Enasi go an watches as he takes to the air as if born to it.
You learn quickly.
I can't wait for your little ones to see you fly like this.
You are having too much fun for you to never fly outside of Our World.
Seishu joins him in his aerial dance, his voice still ringing out to harmonize with his counterpart's lighter tones. Near the end when Enasi goes down for a landing and the music begins to fade Seishu flies down beneath the lyrics and just as the song comes to an end he flies up through them, strait through the middle. The lights part and dissipate, except the ones Seishu's wings touch directly. Those cling to his wings looking almost like liquid lights clinging to the edges of his wings. Once the rest of the lights are gone Seishu spins like top so the lights go flying off his wings in a fantastic display and with a laugh he comes to settle on the grass behind Enasi.
Still humming a little he vanishes his own wings and saunters up nonchalantly behind the smaller male. Before he can move however Seishu darts in and sits directly behind him, his legs sliding up on either side of Enasi's, his arms snaking around the red heads waist so he can pull him in tight. Settling his head on Enasi's shoulder he murmurs, “There's a reason I put up with having so many of those little ones hanging off of me. I may be an ass, but I can not refuse cuddling with a nice warm body. . .” He buries his face in the crook of the smaller male's neck, breathing in that scent that is Enasi's, and Enasi's alone.~
Kuro stands back from the rooms a bit, knowing he's being a little mean by not telling him about the key thing, but he just can't pass up the opportunity. 'After all, once he gets use to the human realm, stuff like this won't happen any more. I should enjoy his dopiness as long as I can' His hand comes up to cover his mouth, hiding the smile and subsequent silent chuckle as the lady inside the last stall snaps at him. 'He's so adorable when blushing' His hand falls as he admires the soft red color spreading across the angel's cheeks. He lets out a sigh a moment later however when a sales clerk opens one of the stalls for him with her key. 'Ruining my fun. . . .'
Once Aoba vanishes into the dressing rooms Kuro takes a sat on a bench for trying on shoes near to them so he doesn't have to stand while he waits. He's pleasantly surprised when Aoba pops out the first time to show off his shirt. 'Sweet, I get my own little fashion show. You sure know how to treat a guy Little Mouse' He gives a few thumbs us, and even a few cat calls when it comes to the faded jeans, and he chuckles as Aoba takes them in stride, not being deterred from his mission of finding some good clothes.
After the last pair of pants Kuro grabs up some good work boots he's sure will fit the little angel, he'd been eying them in between each little show, and stands up to wait for Aoba to exit. When the little angel comes out with his huge armload of clothing, his big eye looking up at Kuro so innocently as he asks about food Kuro has to swallow hard not to give him a deep kiss. Instead he coughs lightly and takes the clothing from Aoba and makes his way up the the register silently. 'Yeah, my siblings would eat him alive, not to mention what that pack of Incubus that use to tail me all the time to try and catch me off my guard. He really is a treat, even for those who have no interest in him beyond seeing him as a different kind of prey' He sighs, paying the sales clerk and scooping up the bags full of clothes for the little angel.
Once outside he gives Aoba a warm smile and looks around. Pointing with one finger at a diner across the street he murmurs, “That should be good. You can order something and have them pack it up for you.” He gives Aoba a sympathetic look. “I know you're hungry, but we should start walking back to the farm as soon as possible. It's not too far from here, and I'm sure you can hold on long enough to get back.” His arms are preoccupied with the bags otherwise Kuro would give his little angel a hug. Instead he smiles a little wider and leads the way to the diner. Once inside he sets down the bag on the counter by the register and picks up a menu laying nearby. Opening it up he begins looking it over, motioning for Aoba to come over and look with him. “So, what do you feel like?”
Once Aoba vanishes into the dressing rooms Kuro takes a sat on a bench for trying on shoes near to them so he doesn't have to stand while he waits. He's pleasantly surprised when Aoba pops out the first time to show off his shirt. 'Sweet, I get my own little fashion show. You sure know how to treat a guy Little Mouse' He gives a few thumbs us, and even a few cat calls when it comes to the faded jeans, and he chuckles as Aoba takes them in stride, not being deterred from his mission of finding some good clothes.
After the last pair of pants Kuro grabs up some good work boots he's sure will fit the little angel, he'd been eying them in between each little show, and stands up to wait for Aoba to exit. When the little angel comes out with his huge armload of clothing, his big eye looking up at Kuro so innocently as he asks about food Kuro has to swallow hard not to give him a deep kiss. Instead he coughs lightly and takes the clothing from Aoba and makes his way up the the register silently. 'Yeah, my siblings would eat him alive, not to mention what that pack of Incubus that use to tail me all the time to try and catch me off my guard. He really is a treat, even for those who have no interest in him beyond seeing him as a different kind of prey' He sighs, paying the sales clerk and scooping up the bags full of clothes for the little angel.
Once outside he gives Aoba a warm smile and looks around. Pointing with one finger at a diner across the street he murmurs, “That should be good. You can order something and have them pack it up for you.” He gives Aoba a sympathetic look. “I know you're hungry, but we should start walking back to the farm as soon as possible. It's not too far from here, and I'm sure you can hold on long enough to get back.” His arms are preoccupied with the bags otherwise Kuro would give his little angel a hug. Instead he smiles a little wider and leads the way to the diner. Once inside he sets down the bag on the counter by the register and picks up a menu laying nearby. Opening it up he begins looking it over, motioning for Aoba to come over and look with him. “So, what do you feel like?”
~There is a bright look in the young priest's eyes as he watches Zach run. The sight of him moving without pain, his face split in a wide smile rather than shadowed and full of fear or shame. The Zach of this place is how the priest wishes all children could be. His eyes follow the young man as he falls next to him on the grass.
He chuckles lightly and turns his head to look at Zach, only to find the boy looking right back at him. He feels no shame here as he admires the young man's hansom face. He can certainly see the attractive man he will one day grow into and the priest has no problem letting such thoughts drift freely through his mind. Here, there is no church, there is no law, there is only the beauty and peace the young priest seeks so fervently in the waking world.
He sighs softly, his hand siding along the grass until it is even with Zach's face. Reaching out ever so gently he strokes the backs of his fingers along one smooth cheek and lets out a light noise.
“What happened to you, Zach. What drove you on to the streets. . .Why are you in this world alone. . .”
His fingers brush once more over Zach's cheek before he hand falls to rest on the grass between them. His eyes never leave the boy however as in his mind he runs through all the scenarios revealed to him over the years by all the little ones he's rescued. Even as they pass though him however, the peace of the park around them keeps him calm.~
He chuckles lightly and turns his head to look at Zach, only to find the boy looking right back at him. He feels no shame here as he admires the young man's hansom face. He can certainly see the attractive man he will one day grow into and the priest has no problem letting such thoughts drift freely through his mind. Here, there is no church, there is no law, there is only the beauty and peace the young priest seeks so fervently in the waking world.
He sighs softly, his hand siding along the grass until it is even with Zach's face. Reaching out ever so gently he strokes the backs of his fingers along one smooth cheek and lets out a light noise.
“What happened to you, Zach. What drove you on to the streets. . .Why are you in this world alone. . .”
His fingers brush once more over Zach's cheek before he hand falls to rest on the grass between them. His eyes never leave the boy however as in his mind he runs through all the scenarios revealed to him over the years by all the little ones he's rescued. Even as they pass though him however, the peace of the park around them keeps him calm.~
No prblem. This is why I have so many RPs going. So I can have something to do should some of my RP partners not be able to reply for a while. :P
~Seishu watches with his smile still in place as Enasi pulls away.
I guess he wants some space.
I can do that.
He stays put, still on his back as he watches the other male fly higher and higher. He drifts slowly back and forth, his body shivering as Enasi suddenly takes a dive. He knows the other can not be hurt here, but he still feels the need to fulfill his promise and shifts around so he is once more beneath Enasi, ready to catch him if he goes too close tot he ground.
His world is simple right now. Relax, and keep his counterpart happy. These simple goals keep him within earshot of Enasi, and this is how his next inspiration comes into play. He stays trailing slowly behind the red head until the light notes reach his ears. He has to concentrate to place them but once he does his smile widens and he lets out a soft noise.
So, you really like it, huh?
You even remembered the tune?
Well then!
Once more he calls out to their world, and high above the stars begin to sparkle a little brighter from time to time. Seishu joins in humming the tune, a soft sound seeming to come up out of nowhere. The noise is very quiet at first, almost impossible to hear, but ass it grows louder it becomes recognizable as a chorus of voices. They all are humming along with Seishu as he darts up above Enasi. A moment later he opens his mouth wide and a chorus of stars chime in as he begins to sing.
“Rest you now,
come rest your head.
It is now time
it is time for bed.
Travel on
behind your eyes
to where they rest
the mothers of the night.
Their dresses flow
like shadow
like fire.
At their hand you see.
At their hand you see them
the fathers of the night.
Together they wave
your nightly ways.
Together they build
your long adventures
in the night.
So rest now,
come rest your head.
Let them love you.
Let them hold you.
De~ep
in the night.”
The starts twinkle along to the tune, the voices creating a pleasant harmony with Seishu as his voice rings out smooth and clear. The grass below, and even the breeze itself, seems to create music to accompany the voices. As the song ends Seishu looks to Enasi with a warm smile. With one hand he motions to Enasi, and as the music seems to start over a swarm of small lights appear in the night, taking up the shape of the lyrics. Seishu dives in close to Enasi, drifting along side him as he hums gently. Slipping in behind him he wraps his arms around the other's waist, stilling those fluffy white wings as Seishu supports them both. He turns them so that Enasi can look at the lyrics and whispers in his ear, “Sing with me. . .”~
I guess he wants some space.
I can do that.
He stays put, still on his back as he watches the other male fly higher and higher. He drifts slowly back and forth, his body shivering as Enasi suddenly takes a dive. He knows the other can not be hurt here, but he still feels the need to fulfill his promise and shifts around so he is once more beneath Enasi, ready to catch him if he goes too close tot he ground.
His world is simple right now. Relax, and keep his counterpart happy. These simple goals keep him within earshot of Enasi, and this is how his next inspiration comes into play. He stays trailing slowly behind the red head until the light notes reach his ears. He has to concentrate to place them but once he does his smile widens and he lets out a soft noise.
So, you really like it, huh?
You even remembered the tune?
Well then!
Once more he calls out to their world, and high above the stars begin to sparkle a little brighter from time to time. Seishu joins in humming the tune, a soft sound seeming to come up out of nowhere. The noise is very quiet at first, almost impossible to hear, but ass it grows louder it becomes recognizable as a chorus of voices. They all are humming along with Seishu as he darts up above Enasi. A moment later he opens his mouth wide and a chorus of stars chime in as he begins to sing.
“Rest you now,
come rest your head.
It is now time
it is time for bed.
Travel on
behind your eyes
to where they rest
the mothers of the night.
Their dresses flow
like shadow
like fire.
At their hand you see.
At their hand you see them
the fathers of the night.
Together they wave
your nightly ways.
Together they build
your long adventures
in the night.
So rest now,
come rest your head.
Let them love you.
Let them hold you.
De~ep
in the night.”
The starts twinkle along to the tune, the voices creating a pleasant harmony with Seishu as his voice rings out smooth and clear. The grass below, and even the breeze itself, seems to create music to accompany the voices. As the song ends Seishu looks to Enasi with a warm smile. With one hand he motions to Enasi, and as the music seems to start over a swarm of small lights appear in the night, taking up the shape of the lyrics. Seishu dives in close to Enasi, drifting along side him as he hums gently. Slipping in behind him he wraps his arms around the other's waist, stilling those fluffy white wings as Seishu supports them both. He turns them so that Enasi can look at the lyrics and whispers in his ear, “Sing with me. . .”~
The demon follows slowly behind the angel as the smaller male proceeds to look at every piece of clothing in the store. As they walk he picks up some boxers and socks, things he's sure Aoba will not think about. Tucking the two packs under his arm as he continues his slow trudge on Aoba's heels he stops by the slightly more expensive underwear and looks over some nice thin boxers and after a few seconds of contemplation he grabs a black pair in his size. 'After all, I don't think sleeping in the buff would be the best way to not freak out Aoba. Even if I am sleeping downstairs on the floor. . .In fact, I think that might be a little more disturbing to come across than finding me nude in his bed in the morning. If he finds me in the buff on the floor I'm betting he'd think I'm dead or something'
He giggles slightly at the thought before the angel's soft voice catches his attention. Turning so he can see the smaller male peeking over a rack filled with button up shirts that just scream “Red neck” his eyes bug out a bit as the youngster seems to be contemplating a few of them. 'Yes, help indeed. You really need it. . .' Slipping around the rack he shakes his head softly. “No, not stuff there. You don't have the figure for those.” he murmurs gently. 'Yeah, you're missing the pot belly or non existent ass' That thought causes him to glance down at Aoba's backside and he smiles at the sight of that lovely shape, perfect for his Little Mouse.
Leading Aoba out of the plaid section he stops near a rack with more solid colors. Pulling a few off the rack he holds them up to see how they would look on the angel. He tilts his head back and forth until at last he only has three in his hand, two light blue and one a pleasant shade of mid green, still on hangers of course. “Hold these. . .” he mutters, skirting over to the jeans section. After a few minutes he finds some dark blue and tastefully faded jeans and stacks them on one arm before sliding back over to Aoba. Pointing to a row of stalls at the back of the store. “Those are dressing rooms, they allow you to put on the clothes you want to purchase to see if they fit so you don't have to accidentally buy the wrong size. Why don't you take these, and those, and go try them on? There's mirrors in them too so you will be able to see how you look.”
He giggles slightly at the thought before the angel's soft voice catches his attention. Turning so he can see the smaller male peeking over a rack filled with button up shirts that just scream “Red neck” his eyes bug out a bit as the youngster seems to be contemplating a few of them. 'Yes, help indeed. You really need it. . .' Slipping around the rack he shakes his head softly. “No, not stuff there. You don't have the figure for those.” he murmurs gently. 'Yeah, you're missing the pot belly or non existent ass' That thought causes him to glance down at Aoba's backside and he smiles at the sight of that lovely shape, perfect for his Little Mouse.
Leading Aoba out of the plaid section he stops near a rack with more solid colors. Pulling a few off the rack he holds them up to see how they would look on the angel. He tilts his head back and forth until at last he only has three in his hand, two light blue and one a pleasant shade of mid green, still on hangers of course. “Hold these. . .” he mutters, skirting over to the jeans section. After a few minutes he finds some dark blue and tastefully faded jeans and stacks them on one arm before sliding back over to Aoba. Pointing to a row of stalls at the back of the store. “Those are dressing rooms, they allow you to put on the clothes you want to purchase to see if they fit so you don't have to accidentally buy the wrong size. Why don't you take these, and those, and go try them on? There's mirrors in them too so you will be able to see how you look.”
~A Cheshire cat smile curls the airborne guardian's lips as the trails of energy begin wriggling away from Enasi's back and in a few moments, those beautiful wings Seishu had made for him take form.
'I am so glad I made those for him.
They suit him perfectly.
Like the angels from all those dreams I have a hard time converting. . .'
His smile shifts to one of giddiness as that warm hand slides into his own and he pulls Enasi to his feet. He lets out a sigh as those fingers slip away from him, but as he draws back his eyes light up with the sight of Enasi taking to the air. His breath quickens as the sight of the moon light on his counterpart makes him shiver.
You know, I really don't care about the consequences later.
I'm happy for now that he's relaxed.
And that I get to see him like this once more.
Seishu turns in mid air, taking to the same current as the other guardian so he can keep up. Bellow the land looks almost pure blue as the moonlight tints the swaying grass with it's cool rays. The breeze makes the tall grass look almost like water as it bends and ripples. Seishu dips and curves around Enasi, his wings brushing over the other guardian's on occasion as he tries to stay in close. Finally he turns on his back and flies bellow the red haired male so he can look up into that moonlight bathed face. A smile tugs at his lips, a fond look in his eyes.~
'I am so glad I made those for him.
They suit him perfectly.
Like the angels from all those dreams I have a hard time converting. . .'
His smile shifts to one of giddiness as that warm hand slides into his own and he pulls Enasi to his feet. He lets out a sigh as those fingers slip away from him, but as he draws back his eyes light up with the sight of Enasi taking to the air. His breath quickens as the sight of the moon light on his counterpart makes him shiver.
You know, I really don't care about the consequences later.
I'm happy for now that he's relaxed.
And that I get to see him like this once more.
Seishu turns in mid air, taking to the same current as the other guardian so he can keep up. Bellow the land looks almost pure blue as the moonlight tints the swaying grass with it's cool rays. The breeze makes the tall grass look almost like water as it bends and ripples. Seishu dips and curves around Enasi, his wings brushing over the other guardian's on occasion as he tries to stay in close. Finally he turns on his back and flies bellow the red haired male so he can look up into that moonlight bathed face. A smile tugs at his lips, a fond look in his eyes.~
Kuro can not hold back a chuckle as Aoba asks him about his tight wad comment. “Ah, well, some foolish humans have these views of the world that make them overreact to things that are perfectly natural. Mostly because this one huge storybook a bunch of old fat guys put together a long time ago from a bunch of different people's journals. They try to pass it off as the “Word of God”, but in all honesty, it's just this big book full of both good and bad ideas that the church uses to control people's lives.” As the truck place comes into view Kuro leans in closer to whisper to Aoba.
“See that guy there? He thinks that us being so close to one another is inappropriate, even though angels quite often act the same way with one another. It's not wrong, but some guy way back when thought it was weird so they put it in that book I was talking about.” He chuckles again and squeezes Aoba's hip gently as he stands strait once more. When they are at last within speaking distance Kuro greets the large man, doing his best to hide his distaste for the other's large figure. 'Lay off the Oreos dude!' “Hello sir, we just came from the hardware store, just down the street, and the cashier says you're the man to see about getting our stuff delivered to my dear friend's farm.”
The elderly looking male nods, spitting off the side of his little porch. “Well, that's just spiffy. Well, like I said, our order is down at the store, and they are gathering it as we speak. I said I would send you right over. Oh, and my friend's farm. . .I don't know the address, but it's the first one on the left heading east out of town.”
At this the old man raises an eyebrow. “I din' know anyone moved in t' the old Burbag place. . .” His tone is neutral, but it's obvious by the roughness that he's a life long smoker.
Kuro smiles wide. “Well, now you do! Would you like to discuss price now, or after?”
He spits again. “Afer'. Price depen's on how long th' haul takes, and the work t' unload.” The demon nods at this, a very sound way to run a business in his opinion.
“Very well. We have a little more shopping to do, then we'll be walking back. Shouldn't be more than an hour before we get back. I'm sure it will take at least that long for this whole business, so, we'll see you there!” Kuro's false cheery disposition would be obvious to anyone who's known him for more than an hour and he prays Aoba doesn't hold it against him for any reason. 'It's not like my lying to these people, I'm just using them the way they expect to be used! Things go so much easier if they think you're not an ass. . .I am an ass, but they don't need to know that'
With a light shrug Kuro tips his head towards the man before leading Aoba away towards the earnest cheap clothing store. Behind him the old man shakes his head and spits one last time before heading inside, yelling to one of his workers to get the truck ready. Giving Aoba another squeeze as they walk in the front door he motions to the racks dotting the floor. “Care to fins something you like Little Mouse?”
“See that guy there? He thinks that us being so close to one another is inappropriate, even though angels quite often act the same way with one another. It's not wrong, but some guy way back when thought it was weird so they put it in that book I was talking about.” He chuckles again and squeezes Aoba's hip gently as he stands strait once more. When they are at last within speaking distance Kuro greets the large man, doing his best to hide his distaste for the other's large figure. 'Lay off the Oreos dude!' “Hello sir, we just came from the hardware store, just down the street, and the cashier says you're the man to see about getting our stuff delivered to my dear friend's farm.”
The elderly looking male nods, spitting off the side of his little porch. “Well, that's just spiffy. Well, like I said, our order is down at the store, and they are gathering it as we speak. I said I would send you right over. Oh, and my friend's farm. . .I don't know the address, but it's the first one on the left heading east out of town.”
At this the old man raises an eyebrow. “I din' know anyone moved in t' the old Burbag place. . .” His tone is neutral, but it's obvious by the roughness that he's a life long smoker.
Kuro smiles wide. “Well, now you do! Would you like to discuss price now, or after?”
He spits again. “Afer'. Price depen's on how long th' haul takes, and the work t' unload.” The demon nods at this, a very sound way to run a business in his opinion.
“Very well. We have a little more shopping to do, then we'll be walking back. Shouldn't be more than an hour before we get back. I'm sure it will take at least that long for this whole business, so, we'll see you there!” Kuro's false cheery disposition would be obvious to anyone who's known him for more than an hour and he prays Aoba doesn't hold it against him for any reason. 'It's not like my lying to these people, I'm just using them the way they expect to be used! Things go so much easier if they think you're not an ass. . .I am an ass, but they don't need to know that'
With a light shrug Kuro tips his head towards the man before leading Aoba away towards the earnest cheap clothing store. Behind him the old man shakes his head and spits one last time before heading inside, yelling to one of his workers to get the truck ready. Giving Aoba another squeeze as they walk in the front door he motions to the racks dotting the floor. “Care to fins something you like Little Mouse?”
It rolls a riles, flips and flops, the darkness against the threads making it feels good with each new shape it makes.
~It's almost like having someone just like me to play with!~
It softly shifts back and forth, the shadows falling from it's body and his part in shaping them more amusing than any game it's ever played alone with the threads before.
~The more there is, the more fun things can be~
With an effort it pinches down a part of itself until it looks like it's almost two beings. The sight makes it whirl around quickly. As it does this a thought occurs to it. It stills a bit as it begins thinking. It once more feels the need for something. It doesn't quite know what yet, and it isn't as if it feels as if something is out of balance like before, but it still feels. . .There should be something. Something that marks action, movement. When it is happy, it wants that to spread. Even if it is alone, it feels that things need something to go with them.
~Expression. I can communicate with Aysus, but I want more.~
It's body slowly stops shifting and for once it falls still. Despite it's stillness, by it's nature it's form still moves, drifting to the side as if drawn by the new creations around it. A part of it brushes over some threads and it's attention goes to the sudden ripples created by the soft touch. The ripples of the unused threads shivers off, disappearing into the distance and once more Tahaan turn in on itself to think.
~It would be great if the shaking did something. The shivers of the threads, created by something other than us playing with them.~
It again thinks of the source of the threads, the energy they came from the birth that was marked by. . . .Nothing. However Nothing is no longer good enough for Tahaan. There needs to be something. What good is a big happening when there is nothing to mark it. Somethings are just to important to go without some sort of. . .
Tahaan tries desperately to come up with just what is needed and once again it's body brushes over the threads. This time it is threads of the light. It watches as they seem to just keep shaking, shivering around until at last the settle slowly against one another, firm and stable. It is with that that it's thoughts shift to the other side of matters. Should there not be something to mark when there is nothing happening too? That thought seems to resonate though it's form with more understanding.
For a time it wonders why. After all, it is always doing something. The thing it feels it needs to have to mark happenings would make more sense to be more familiar or interesting to it. However as it spots Aysus on the other side of the light it slowly downs on Tahaan why it's thinking about the lack of happenings. It has lived it's existence in this place, making for it what fun it has, with only itself to play with most of the time. However, the one thing it gets to interact with that it has no control over, the one thing that stimulates it in a way that is different, is Aysus itself.
~It is always so still, and without movement. It well represents the opposite of what I am thinking of. It sacrificed everything true and familiar for this new thing. It would shiver for me even when it would rather remain still.~
A gentle feeling races through it as once more Tahaan races over to it's wall of threads, it's form once more on display. It shivers, shakes, thrumming it's body against the threads as it wonders if it's idea will ever come to be. If it will be able to make something that will make Aysus as happy as it is when the other gives up it's stillness for it. It has long tried to remain still for Aysus, but it does not have such control over it's form. However if it's thoughts are correct, perhaps it will make something special for Aysus. With Aysus's help of course.
In it's excitement it almost misses the creation of the second spot of light. However as the threads around it shiver and shake, the dimness racing past it in a small wave, it turns to watch the light being born. It becomes even more excited.
~It was a change. Aysus made a change itself. It made something and it used what we had made together. That looks fun!~
It whirls around happily, shaking with joy as Aysus approaches. It sees the shivers in the other's form and lets out a small shake of it's own.
~I want to make you something.~
Now directing it words to Aysus it moves backwards, past the little weave it made for the game with shadows. Pushing past some threads it settle in a spot and begins tugging gently on thread after thread. It does not weave them together, it simply lays them side by side. Once it has what it thinks it will need, row after row drifting side by side in more or less strait lines, Tahaan slows it's movements as best it can.
~Take the other ends Aysus, and move away from me without tearing the threads. As far as you can go.~
It watches as the other complies, the threads slowly growing more and more taunt with the strain of being pulled between the two beings. As it begins to strain it's body falls more and more still, the light shivers running through it, and subsequently the threads, slowly begins to fade. The riling cloud stretches out further and further to either side, and as it takes up more threads to add to the already long row of them is it please to see that Aysus follows it's lead without question.
Then it happens. For a split second, both figures are completely still. For the only time in it's existence, Tahaan does not move in the slightest. In that instant the threads fuse and vanish. A ripple runs through the universe, and Tahaan comes to understand what it was trying to make. The lack of shaking, the complete stillness of it all, it becomes. . .
~Silence.~
It can feel the imbalance of what was made, but it races to Aysus's side quickly and whirls around it once.
~Now there is something special when you are still. When nothing moves, when nothing shakes, there is silence!~
As if to demonstrate this it moves away from the other, letting it feel the new thing without Tahaan disturbing it.
~It's almost like having someone just like me to play with!~
It softly shifts back and forth, the shadows falling from it's body and his part in shaping them more amusing than any game it's ever played alone with the threads before.
~The more there is, the more fun things can be~
With an effort it pinches down a part of itself until it looks like it's almost two beings. The sight makes it whirl around quickly. As it does this a thought occurs to it. It stills a bit as it begins thinking. It once more feels the need for something. It doesn't quite know what yet, and it isn't as if it feels as if something is out of balance like before, but it still feels. . .There should be something. Something that marks action, movement. When it is happy, it wants that to spread. Even if it is alone, it feels that things need something to go with them.
~Expression. I can communicate with Aysus, but I want more.~
It's body slowly stops shifting and for once it falls still. Despite it's stillness, by it's nature it's form still moves, drifting to the side as if drawn by the new creations around it. A part of it brushes over some threads and it's attention goes to the sudden ripples created by the soft touch. The ripples of the unused threads shivers off, disappearing into the distance and once more Tahaan turn in on itself to think.
~It would be great if the shaking did something. The shivers of the threads, created by something other than us playing with them.~
It again thinks of the source of the threads, the energy they came from the birth that was marked by. . . .Nothing. However Nothing is no longer good enough for Tahaan. There needs to be something. What good is a big happening when there is nothing to mark it. Somethings are just to important to go without some sort of. . .
Tahaan tries desperately to come up with just what is needed and once again it's body brushes over the threads. This time it is threads of the light. It watches as they seem to just keep shaking, shivering around until at last the settle slowly against one another, firm and stable. It is with that that it's thoughts shift to the other side of matters. Should there not be something to mark when there is nothing happening too? That thought seems to resonate though it's form with more understanding.
For a time it wonders why. After all, it is always doing something. The thing it feels it needs to have to mark happenings would make more sense to be more familiar or interesting to it. However as it spots Aysus on the other side of the light it slowly downs on Tahaan why it's thinking about the lack of happenings. It has lived it's existence in this place, making for it what fun it has, with only itself to play with most of the time. However, the one thing it gets to interact with that it has no control over, the one thing that stimulates it in a way that is different, is Aysus itself.
~It is always so still, and without movement. It well represents the opposite of what I am thinking of. It sacrificed everything true and familiar for this new thing. It would shiver for me even when it would rather remain still.~
A gentle feeling races through it as once more Tahaan races over to it's wall of threads, it's form once more on display. It shivers, shakes, thrumming it's body against the threads as it wonders if it's idea will ever come to be. If it will be able to make something that will make Aysus as happy as it is when the other gives up it's stillness for it. It has long tried to remain still for Aysus, but it does not have such control over it's form. However if it's thoughts are correct, perhaps it will make something special for Aysus. With Aysus's help of course.
In it's excitement it almost misses the creation of the second spot of light. However as the threads around it shiver and shake, the dimness racing past it in a small wave, it turns to watch the light being born. It becomes even more excited.
~It was a change. Aysus made a change itself. It made something and it used what we had made together. That looks fun!~
It whirls around happily, shaking with joy as Aysus approaches. It sees the shivers in the other's form and lets out a small shake of it's own.
~I want to make you something.~
Now directing it words to Aysus it moves backwards, past the little weave it made for the game with shadows. Pushing past some threads it settle in a spot and begins tugging gently on thread after thread. It does not weave them together, it simply lays them side by side. Once it has what it thinks it will need, row after row drifting side by side in more or less strait lines, Tahaan slows it's movements as best it can.
~Take the other ends Aysus, and move away from me without tearing the threads. As far as you can go.~
It watches as the other complies, the threads slowly growing more and more taunt with the strain of being pulled between the two beings. As it begins to strain it's body falls more and more still, the light shivers running through it, and subsequently the threads, slowly begins to fade. The riling cloud stretches out further and further to either side, and as it takes up more threads to add to the already long row of them is it please to see that Aysus follows it's lead without question.
Then it happens. For a split second, both figures are completely still. For the only time in it's existence, Tahaan does not move in the slightest. In that instant the threads fuse and vanish. A ripple runs through the universe, and Tahaan comes to understand what it was trying to make. The lack of shaking, the complete stillness of it all, it becomes. . .
~Silence.~
It can feel the imbalance of what was made, but it races to Aysus's side quickly and whirls around it once.
~Now there is something special when you are still. When nothing moves, when nothing shakes, there is silence!~
As if to demonstrate this it moves away from the other, letting it feel the new thing without Tahaan disturbing it.
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