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but devil, that won't be me - Azure - 08-24-2020 Since her birth, she had been content in the peace and quiet of her idyllic life. The humid slopes of the volcano provided everything a young child might have wished for in marvel and adventure, cloaked in the safety of her parent’s obvious affection. But as with all young things, age comes. It is inevitable. Azure you take the shape of everything I'm drawn to @[Jassal] RE: but devil, that won't be me - Malone - 09-12-2020 MALONE
kill me softly, your hold on me is somethin' i can't explain.
Malone has learned to accept that he is not perfect. He lacks his father’s seemingly infinite patience or his mother’s sharp mind, which leaves him floating somewhere in the middle of mediocrity. But his brothers and sisters all seem content with his presence as well as his terrible jokes. His own children roll their eyes when he offers up puns. He has seen the way they fight to hide their smile, though, so he doesn’t mind. Today he needs a break from the crowd of his family despite his immense adoration for them. They are all too strong-willed, too loud for him to comfortably rest. Each thought between the lot of them comes drifting into his head until he can hardly find space for his own. That’s why he wanders to the forest. It feels enough like home without being quite the same - a fact he draws great comfort from. A chaotic stream of thoughts find their way to him, though, and he lifts his head in search of the source. They sound like things that a bird might think, which strikes him as odd since he doesn’t normally hear their inner monologues. The sound of her frightened trilling draws him closer as he peeks his head from behind a gnarled autumn oak. “Oh. You’re not a bird at all, are you?” he asks, not realizing she had been only moments before. His own golden wings lift slightly in an unintentional mimic of hers. Malone steps further out from behind the tree while his dark blue eyes examine the ruffled feathers and scrapes along her skin. He recalls his father teaching him to fly and earning similar wounds. “I used to practice in water at first. Or snow,” he offers with a shrug. RE: but devil, that won't be me - Azure - 10-05-2020 She doesn’t realize she isn’t alone until he speaks. Her wide green eyes are focused on this place - new and wonderful and different. It is written in every line of her young body, in the slight quiver of her wings where they splay half-cocked, and in the tensity of the lean muscles of her slim form. When she hears him, she whips around, startled by the unexpected arrival. Azure you take the shape of everything I'm drawn to @[Malone] RE: but devil, that won't be me - Malone - 10-06-2020 MALONE
kill me softly, your hold on me is somethin' i can't explain.
The confusion on his face must be visible in the way he tilts his head with furrowed brows. Not anymore? Was she a bird before, then? He hums softly as he thinks on the question before her own thoughts echo across his mind. His dark eyes drift from her wings to her face now. Others had found him beautiful before and so he isn’t entirely surprised by that part of it. Instead, he is curious as to why she’d touch the glowing lines of his face. “You can touch them if you want. I don’t mind,” he says with a light shrug of his broad shoulders. And then he steps closer with his neck extended to offer his cheek to her. “I guess they’re common in my family. We all got them from my father.” Malone has always enjoyed seeing the glowing lines in his reflection across the water’s surface. They make him feel connected to his children as well as his father, while the stars across his skin are reminiscent of his mother. Ophanim had often told him that he was the perfect embodiment of their love. He often wonders if he will ever know the joy of seeing that in one of his own children. “If you find a good snowdrift, sure,” he says with a nod as he shifts his weight. “But if it isn’t deep enough then it can still hurt. I learned that the hard way.” And then he laughs, unashamed of his past follies. They all make wonderful stories for him to retell now that he’s older and wiser. RE: but devil, that won't be me - Azure - 10-14-2020 Had she the ability, she would have turned the most brilliant shade of pink upon realizing that he’d somehow discerned her desire to touch his glowing cheeks. It doesn’t occur to her (at least not immediately) that he had plucked them directly from her thoughts. Instead she imagines she must have let something slip by accident, which is quite possibly more embarrassing than the alternative. Azure you take the shape of everything I'm drawn to @[Malone] RE: but devil, that won't be me - Malone - 10-26-2020 MALONE
kill me softly, your hold on me is somethin' i can't explain.
Malone watches her fumble with her embarrassment for a while, though the kind smile of his face never fades or grows critical of her. Having always been an affectionate sort of creature, he finds himself humming softly when she traces the glowing lines along his cheek. A soft laugh comes flowing from him then as he watches her skitter back. “Glows like you, with your whole body?” he asks as he closes the space she left between them with a few long strides. He reaches out and touches her cheek then, mapping his way to the curve of her jaw and the delicate skin behind her ear. And then he pulls away almost as quickly as she had. Malone laughs once more, pleased with himself. “Not usually. I have to travel if I want to see a lot of snow. Sylva has too many trees to really let a good layer of snow form on the ground,” he explains, still grinning. “Sometimes I like to shake the branches and make all the snow fall on whoever is standing beneath the tree.” He does not tell her that it was in fact Larrikin who taught him this trick, nor does he mention that he had been the first target. Azure cannot know all his embarrassing stories in one day. “Nerine is a good place to visit if you want to really experience winter. Maybe this winter we can visit there and test out your wings?” he suggests with his dark eyes growing eager now. It’s been ages since he made plans with anyone who wasn’t related to him, he thinks. RE: but devil, that won't be me - Azure - 11-18-2020 She shivers beneath his scrutiny, almost forgetting for a moment that she had been asked a question. Almost forgetting what they had even been discussing. She is far too naive to comprehend her own naivete, but to any observer, it would no doubt be painfully obvious that she lacked any sort of worldliness. Azure you take the shape of everything I'm drawn to @[Malone] |