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wait right here, tarte/any - yadigar - 05-03-2020 i don't want anything from her except her red apple heart. something i can bite into quickly without making a mess. His mother tells him he is an angel like her, but then why do the other children shy from him when he approaches? He wilts each time, inside and out, and shamefully skitters away from their sight. A bright milky eye stares off into nothing while a brilliant golden eye watches from the shade of an old magnolia tree. Yadigar’s claws grip a branch as he continues to peek from behind waxy leaves, somewhat camouflaged and safe from any other judgmental looks. The ones that do see him pretend to glance right over his face. Is it his little baby fangs? Is it the smell of wildfires across his skin? He lowers his gaze to his little talons as he flexes them. His sisters are beautiful like his mother and he thinks it might be easier if he were like them. A slow sigh eases from his lungs and he lifts his chin to resume his spying. The world out there is bright and it full of laughter. Maybe if he brought a gift, then they would welcome him? Yadigar swallows nervously and looks around for anything that might convince someone to let him join their games. There is a squirrel that maybe he could catch if he’s quick enough, but girls like Cirilla tend to hate the sight of gore like that. There is one last magnolia blossom clinging to the tree, perhaps confused, and he decides it is perfect. The little drake moves carefully, gripping each branch with nervous claws. Gar makes his way up three branches and then he edges closer to the flower. His knees tremble but he remains fixated on his prize. The branch bends a bit as he nears the flower and he cautiously lowers his head to take it between his teeth. He can’t fly just yet, but Gar has learned to glide. With a nimble leap, he bursts from the branches and spreads his leathery wings. It only takes one flap to help him land carefully back on solid ground. His slender tail, which has only just begun to grow its lethal spikes, twitches from side to side as he considers which child he would present his flower to. That golden eye spots one who vaguely reminds him of his uncle and he wonders if she will be as kind to him as Draco. The thought brings a grin to his face and he happily trots over. The young drake places the large flower at her hooves and then looks up at her, smiling with needle-like teeth. “I’m Yadigar. Will you be friends with me?” he asks, his eyes nearly pleading. YadigaR when i close my eyes, i'm a statue that she wants to run her tongue over. when i close my eyes, i cut it off and keep it. RE: wait right here, tarte/any - Tarte - 05-04-2020 " I've seen devils, i've seen saints TARTE @[yadigar RE: wait right here, tarte/any - yadigar - 05-06-2020 i don't want anything from her except her red apple heart. something i can bite into quickly without making a mess. He would never leave home if he could hear the thoughts of other children and know precisely what they think when they first look at him Even without knowing what they think, he sees the distaste when they wrinkle their noses or whisper to their friends as they follow his movement from the corner of their eye. Unlike them, he has yet to learn what makes someone pretty or scary or ugly. When he looks at Tarte, all he sees is the potential of their friendship. She doesn’t turn up her nose at him and that is more than enough to draw him in. Yadigar watches eagerly as she considers his gift. He holds his breath. And when she nods, he exhales suddenly as the relief washes over him at last. He doesn’t mind the lack of joy or happiness in her voice when she speaks for the first time. ‘I guess so’ could just as easily mean ‘we are best friends now’ to him. “Tarte. I like it!” he laughs excitedly as his tail lashes back and forth. “Where are you from, Tarte?” Oh, but he can hardly contain himself. He circles around her as his veins hum with newfound energy. The winter sun catches her color and he notices the way she shines a nice shade of pink. She even has little nubs that will one day be horns, just as similar growths are forming along his jaw and down his back. They will be impressively terrifying when they are older, but for now they are only sweet children learning to interact with one another. “I’m from Pangea. I have two sisters, and.. a lot of cousin!” he proudly explains. He had intended to give her an exact number, but counting is not his strong suit just yet. The boy has even forgotten his other sister in his hurry to keep their conversation going – not that his mother would mind his excluding her. YadigaR when i close my eyes, i'm a statue that she wants to run her tongue over. when i close my eyes, i cut it off and keep it. RE: wait right here, tarte/any - Tarte - 05-06-2020 " I've seen devils, i've seen saints TARTE @[yadigar] RE: wait right here, tarte/any - yadigar - 05-25-2020 YADIGAR there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got. He does not understand things like beauty, nor will he ever. All things hold some promise of value to his golden eye and this holds true to Tarte as well. She is his friend now – a treasure to rival the bond he has with his sisters. The mere concept of it makes his heart sing joyously until it spills over into her and causes her smile to bloom. Yadigar can’t help but mimic the expression. He pauses and tilts his head innocently when she speaks. “No one has said your name?” he asks before realizing what she meant. “Oh! Well, they probably thought it, I’m sure.” He gives a nod, his aggressive optimism shining through. He finds his own name odd and sometimes annoying, preferring to simply go by his abbreviated nickname the majority of the time. But hers is easy and it sits right in his mouth just the way it is. Perhaps he could borrow it for whenever he tires of his own? Loess. He’s overheard his father mention the word but it is hardly more than that to him, for now. Still, he is eager to learn all there is to know about Tarte and his eyes do not cease their delighted stare when she says it. “I’ve never been there. I’ve never been many places, really. Pangea has lots of dust and weird animals,” he explains, remembering the creatures warped by the residual magic lingering there. He imagines perhaps Loess is much the same in this regard. Or perhaps it is like the playground here? While she winces at her own words, Yadigar simply laughs as though she has told a brilliant joke. He pauses in his circling and grins with all his needle teeth proudly. “Maybe you can visit some time, if you get bored or lonely. My parents are busy a lot of the time but they let us play in the canyons or at the beaches,” he offers, entirely unphased by the way her words tumble from her lips. She can overlook the strange milky eye staring blindly in her direction, visions of the future to come swirling in it, and so he finds it just as easy to do the same with her stutter. His focus remains entirely on the infinite possibilities of their new friendship instead. RE: wait right here, tarte/any - Tarte - 05-27-2020 " I've seen devils, i've seen saints TARTE @[yadigar] |