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Fingers HOVERED the jar in an hesitant pick before clasping around a PINK one, the gooey texture coating her fingers only adding to her ENTHUSIASM ( the slimier, the funnier! ). For its purpose was UNKNOWN to the female, she simply plopped it inside her tea like an ice cube in a martini, her tongue, DOG like in appearance, coiling around her digits.
The lack of REVULSION from his part was WELCOMED; a reaction so refreshing Etoile found herself foolishly smiling while her nervous nails scrapped the PORCELAIN of her cup, gritting noises echoing around them. CONFESSIONS were always so nerve-wrecking, they never ended well in her case, but in her heart BURNED the flame of HOPE. He won’t make it hard for you, he is SPECIAL, accustomed to your oddities even if he has only been here for few time. You can’t let him SLIP by.
The moment a mere MOVEMENT of his cheek was spotted, Etoile’s gaze focused on his lips ( at least, the lower part of his mask ), his words HITTING her like a truck. What did he mean? He was an ECCENTRIC boy, but he was no ghost… She had TOUCHED his belongings. Her PRESENT was left untouched and the same stinging sensation set her LOINS on fire… That was, until he finished speaking.
He wanted to STAY by her side! Implications were the least of her worries at this instant; she sprung from her seat, leaned forward and ARMS outstretched to bring the male in an EMBRACE. He loved her! ❛ –– Who cares! What bad could possibly happen! We’ll be together FOREVER! I need to show you to mother, and father and… Oh wait, I can’t. But it doesn’t matter, baby, you’re the one I’ll CHERISH, you’re not some PRIZE to parade around. You’re my… B-BOYFRIEND! MY BOYFRIEND! ❜
Eye BOBS on the very surface of tea, a sad, pathetic little organ reflecting his own image back at him. Acquisition of another would not be so difficult, and the sale of such would be even less so. The things humans would CONSUME if they could be convinced it would benefit them in some way or another. Jarring sound of nails against dishware only earn the slightest flinch, jaw clenching at the racket’s duration. It was only a beat before it ceased, before the dawning realization of his words hit her.
So few had ever reached to TOUCH him. Form was a mystery, a complexity to a degree where often it was feared that touch would bring to light some eldritch horror beneath the calmed mask. Her arms are tight, tight around lithe body, discomfort growing with each second she attaches herself to him. The pet names ensue swiftly, her ideas of forever together sounding much like a child meeting a best friend for the first time. PITY lingers in the depths of his stomach for her. A lonely soul, doomed to be so due to her afflictions. Her madness, her antics, they would bring to her only ruin.
Hands pat at the surface of her back, a broken, soft laugh leaving throat. With care he pushes away from tight embrace, grip firm on her upper arms, only for a moment. Pitch nails strike such a contrast over mask as he pushes it up only slightly to reveal obsidian lips, the curved line and roundness of blackened cheeks. So much like a cartoonish TOAD he looked, but the sharp teeth exposed from even the smallest smile take away that childish air.
‘ Yes, my dear, if that’s what you so wish to call me, I will be your boyfriend. By your side until your bitter end, through the blood and gore and heartache you will face. I am your GUARDIAN, from this day forth, until I see it fit to return to the realm from which I came.’
That could be days, months, YEARS that he lingered a ghost in this world, but what better use of his time could be had? He could be off in the Zones, watching the Batter tear limb from limb his most beloved Sucre, watch the fiend destroy his own loving wife and child; over, and over, and over again. He could find HIMSELF at the end of bloodied bat, begging for the mercy that he was never fated to be given. This was a far better use of his time and efforts. To pick up the downtrodden and misunderstood little humans that dwell in the squalor of sadness and rage. She was PERFECT to care for. A maddened little thing with a disposition for violence upon rejection. Malleable to one she loved. Perhaps he could FIX her, allow her to continue on, live a happy life.
Or, it could all be in vain. Truly, the outcomes were unpredictable.















