Sometimes quiet is violent

HALF BLOOD: ☯ Subject Delta THE ARTIFICIAL; Ω Subject Omega CHIMERA: ☪ Subject Alpha

[thesunshinestore]

     "My eyes are sensitive," he mumbled, brushing a few strands of hair behind his ear. Cesil’s pink-ish eyes were sensitive of many things, especially light and rapid blinking. "Cesil," he replied, somehow it was easier speaking to one who wasn’t sober than someone who was. Cesil didn’t have to worry about making a fool out of himself when the other probably wouldn’t remember their interaction. "And who are you?"

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"Cesil." Dwight repeated, smiling slightly, he moved over to the wall and leaned his back against it to steady his swaying form. Dwight wondered weather it was genetic or perhaps an accident of sorts. He could see Cesil's eyes were a lot different from other peoples, and it was obvious as to why they were sensitive. "Ah'm Dwight. Its nice ta' meet'cha. Did you come 'ere wiv' mates or some'fin'?" 

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   Weird dude’s face, excuse me. It was clear that he was joking but Delsin never got many compliments, he needed his ego to be fueled. Dwight wouldn’t dare spraypaint him, would he? Better not take any chances. "I’m not a robber…The only thing that can be considered criminal behaviour is spraypainting…", the conduit chuckles, "You’re not a stealer, are you? ‘Cause my brother’s a cop and if he finds out, he’s arresting your ass."

[the--faithless-blog]

The offended expression on Delsin's face made Dwight chuckle as he lightly sprayed the side of the box to test the paint. Shaking his head, he smiled up at the other. "Ya' sure tha's it?" He asked teasingly, smile weakening slightly, Dwight lowered his head. "Nah, m'not a steal'ah. Not a great person but ah' don't steal no'fink. An' Ah'm sure he'd try alrigh'.." Perhaps that last bit was too quiet to hear, at least Dwight hoped it was, he offered a small smile and put the paint can back, rubbing his now painted fingers on the thighs of his own jeans. 

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   It could be an interesting journey though. Just two artists driving around and spraypainting walls, what a lovely experience. You could say he was in advertisement, not that Delsin could do it much unless the contacts were trustworthy. Being a conduit and all, it ruined the fun. "I’ve got the face of a model, might as well be in ads, you know?", not that his face had anything to do with spraycans. "Nah, sometimes I paint people’s portraits and they give me money for it. Helps me buy a few things, to be honest."

[the--faithless-blog]

"Ah' dunno mate.. wouldn't buy can's wiv'a weird dudes face on 'eh." By the way he was grinning so widely, it was easy to tell he was joking, especially when he crouched down to pick up one of the cans and began to shake it before glancing up at Delsin with a smaller smile, "Well.. tha's not a bad way ta' make money. Makin' use'a yer' talents an' all tha'.. Not many people live honestly these days. Ei'ver just steal it or go wi'vout." 

[ignisxphoenix--archive-blog]

   "To celebrate Earth day, I’m gonna give everyone an environmentally friendly spraycan so you can spray to your heart’s content without harming Mother Nature."

[the--faithless-blog]

"'Fink it will make much of'a difference when ah've already sprayed 'alf tha' city? Ei'ver way, 'ow did ya' get that many cans? there's like three 'undred 'ere." Dwight mumbled, looking at the various cans lying around the Akomish as he scratched his own beanie. 

[thesunshinestore]

                Cesil looked to the ground, running a hand over the scribbles on his pale arm. He hadn’t played many games at all as a child, one frequent though, hide from dad. “I don’t like games,” he eventually said, voice faint and nervous. “Too much colour and movement.”

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"Tha's okay. Games aren't f'a everyone. Do they make 'ya dizzy or something?" Dwight swayed slightly, biting his lip with a little chuckle. "Sorry mate ah' 'ad a few drinks. Wha's ya' name?" 

[thesunshinestore]

     Cesil shook his head, his white curls bouncing at the sudden movement. He bit his lip, this could be awkward. 

          "What is a seega?"

[the--faithless-blog]

Dwight paused his stumbles to watch the curly haired man curiously. "S'a games console. Y'know like ps1 or nintendo. Jus' fa' fun reall'eh." Tattooed fingers scratched at brunette locks. "Not too many 'ad 'em, so don't feel bad." 

[thesunshinestore]

"No, did you?"

[the--faithless-blog]

The medic snorted with laughter. “'Ah’ course ah’ did! Best game eva’.. wha— didn’t’cha ‘ave a sega?” 

[the--faithless-blog]

Oh no, he's not drunk. Not at all. 

"D'ju' eva' play sonic tha' 'edgehog?" The brit slurred as he held onto to the nearest wall for support. 

[trinitax-deactivated20140803]

≍❁≍ Her stare must have made him feel uncomfortable and for a while she felt sorry for the poor man. She could have easily told him that he wasn’t crazy or anything but she would risk her own life by telling that she wasn’t a human herself. The man sure seemed trustworthy but it was probably better not to let him know, not now. He seemed like the type who couldn’t keep a secret anyways. So she just protected herself and him in a way too. ❝Don’t worry. I don’t think you’re crazy❞, she said, whispered actually even though there was not a single living be nearby.

His refusal to answer her question told enough. ❝Do you even— Can I even—❞ Her head tilting down now as she stared the pavement under her feet. She had absolutely no idea where she was right now. She was in New York, just not in the New York she knew. She hid her face behind her hands like she was about to start crying but she didn’t. Instead she closed her for like ten seconds, wishing to be comfortably at home as she’d open her eyes.

It didn’t work of course. She was still there with the man as she opened her eyes. Tierra let out a frustrated moan as she felt like hitting her head against the wall behind her but she knew that that wasn’t a good idea. It sure was rude of her though… act like this when the man was being nothing but helpful. ❝—I’m sorry. What was your name again?❞ she asked since she was not entirely sure if the man had introduced himself.

[the--faithless-blog]

Oli watched with concern as the women spoke half sentences he couldn't understand. Covered her face as if to hide from him, only to seem disheartened when she could still see him, no, he wasn't a ghost. He knew he wasn't, so her actions only confused him as he watched on with a canted head and curious eyes. His brows knitted together as he looked toward the snow, glancing back up toward her as she finally asked him something he could understand. "Oh-- This one is Oli!" He chirped, smile returning to his features not a moment later. "I wish to call you lost one, but what is your title?" 

"I am sorry I brought you only confusion." He said sincerely, fingers against his lip like a nervous child. "Discomfort finds those who come here. Chimera called this place a 'grave yard'. You are best not to stay here." He hummed, folding his arms behind his back. "Although I do not know what a grave yard is. It seems as if this place looks no different from any other part of this city." He looked around, scratching his messy black hair. 

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≍❁≍ She certainly hadn’t expected such a kind gesture from the man but it sure brought a smile to her lips, for a little while at least. For a thin jacket it sure felt warm. ❝How warm are you exactly?❞ she asked but with a quiet tone and chuckled just as quiet afterwards. She sure would treasure the jacket at least as long as they would be having this conversation. Of course she was in no intent to steal the nice man’s jacket.

Her expression soon turned into a shock and, once again, confusion. What did he mean four years? She certainly wasn’t lying. That was her home and she had left it this morning. ❝Cause of angels?❞ she repeated looking at the man now like he was crazy, not because he talked about angels but because of the fact that she had never ran into an angel in her neighborhood and she sure was glad about that. This was all just too much. Tierra fell back a little bit and soon her back touched the wall that had been behind her. ❝What year is it?❞ she asked as she gazed the stranger in front of her.

[the--faithless-blog]

{Ω} A grin parted the others lips as he looked down at his bare, tattooed arms and shrugged. "Warm enough." He beamed, although his wide grin melted away into only a soft smile the moment her expression turned to that of shock, her eyes on him like the other patrons of New York. Like he was strange, his smile was barely there as he nodded slightly. "Angels are bad.." He mumbled as if he might get into trouble by saying so, his hand scratching at his upper arm as he looked at her with his head lowered.  Watching her stumble; Oli panicked, He held his hands out to her to catch her, but paused when she met the wall behind her instead. Concern was etched across his features as teeth clamped down harshly on his pierced bottom lip. As her eyes met his-- Oli questioned weather or not he should tell her, or weather she would feel worse knowing it was almost 2025. He shook his head. "No. I wont tell you. You'll fall again." He understood it must have been upsetting to her for some reason beyond his understanding, and his brows furrowed slightly. "I can-- try.. to explain.. But I don't understand as much as Kai." He said sadly. 

[the--faithless-blog]

{ this is actually fun! }

{ooc} Godamn work it kai sweet jesus

[trinitax-deactivated20140803]

≍❁≍ ❝—but there isn’t any de-dem—❞ She quickly shook her head. She shouldn’t be talking like that even though it seemed like this stranger wasn’t exactly human himself. He sure did look like one though. Well, looks were misleading anyways. After all she wasn’t a human either even though she could have been since she looked perfectly normal. To be frankly honest, to herself, she was nothing. She wasn’t a fairy but not a human either. Just a hollow shell about to break down.

A strange name woke her up from her dark thoughts. Kai? Who was Kai? Maybe it was better if she didn’t ask; being nosy wasn’t very polite. Instead the woman just rubbed her numb arms with her hands. She had never been sick due to snow or coldness but she still disliked them both very much. As the man once again started talking, Tierra was not sure anymore what to answer without sounding silly or crazy. Honesty was always good though, so she looked around once again and shrugged. ❝I was supposed to go home and this is my neighborhood but it just looks… different. I mean… I live in that building.❞ She then pointed to the apartment building that looked more like it was going to collapse any day now. ❝I’m pretty sure that that’s not how it looked this morning.❞

[the--faithless-blog]

{Ω} Oli canted his head as the women stuttered, stopping her words and looking lost in her own thoughts. Demon? Of course there were demons. Demons were everywhere; Even Oli knew that. Kai however, told him to keep this fact a secret, as people would get scared, and that wasn't nice to do. Perhaps the gloves were not enough to keep the cold from raising goosebumps across her arms, and Oli noticed. Without a word, he slipped off the thin jacket that housed his body heat and draped it over her shoulders with a broad smile.  Oli's gaze followed the women's pointing fingers and a small chuckle left his lips as he glanced back down toward her; A soft expression on his features. Unsure of how to tell her he'd never seen a single light on that building since he'd been alive, he scratched the back of his head and his smile receded slightly. "B-but nobody's lived there for four years." He explained, looking back toward his own building complex with a confused expression. "I know-- Cause I live there, and I'm not aloud outside much.. Its in the view from my window." Teeth clamped over his bottom lip. "Kai said this building got burned a few years ago. Cause of Angels." He shrugged, sounding ever so mysterious, but really, he just didn't know what was normal. 

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{ you mentioned red-haired Kai so I doodled for a while }

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≍❁≍ Still confused from what had happened she just stood there, starting to feel almost scared. She certainly wasn’t used to being shoved like that. Her fragile bone structure couldn’t handle many shoves like the one that just had happened. That was something she had never been able to perfectly understand though… Why people were so rude to each other even when the other one had done absolutely nothing. It baffled her truly. She just wanted to know the time and nothing else. A sigh escaped from her lips.

She heard a friendly voice yet still she startled slightly as she was completely ambushed by the friendly stranger. The woman had to lift up her head to see the face of the stranger; one of the cons of being such a short person. Well, all the fairies were small! Just not as small as people used to believe. They were not like this Tinkerbell she had heard about.

❝That lady was being unecessarily rude!❞ she informed the stranger as he was looking up at the sky and laughing. Snow. She was not a fan and that’s why it made her sneer slightly but the sneer quickly turned in the look of confusion as the stranger once again started talking. Normal? She tilted her head as she stayed quiet for a while. Demon? No, he certainly didn’t seem like one. Those ones were such pests. Luckily she rarely ran into them.

❝Y-Yeah…❞ she eventually was able to start. A smile once again curved onto her lips. It was a confused smile though. ❝I guess I’ll be alright. I just don’t like snow much.❞

[the--faithless-blog]

{Ω} Oli seemed slightly taken aback by the outburst about the rude old lady, but his smile broadened as if it were funny; not that he thought it was, but he wasn't one for frowning. Shaking his head, he looked off into the direction the 'women' went. "Probably wasn't a lady..." He replied cryptically, as if he felt he didn't have to explain what else she could be if not a human woman. His shoulders rose and fell in a slight shrug, a smile remaining on his features as he pulled off his fingerless gloves and handed them to the shorter women without a second thought.  "Snow's nothing to fear! Snow can't hurt you like people. I like it a lot. It makes Kai cough though.. So I guess it can." He mumbled, shoving his now bare hands into his hair and messing it up further. His tongue flicked out to lick the metal bar through his lip in thought and he smiled once again. Oli tilted his head slightly as he observed the women for a moment, his eyes scrunching up as he hummed to himself. "Are you ...looking for something?" 

[mcrneverbrokeup]

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≍❁≍ Sun had already fallen behind the horizon when the woman was still fighting her confusion. Had she finally become crazy as she many times doubted? She could have sworn that this was exactly were she lived but it sure didn’t look like it. The fairy lady was scratching the back of her head as she looked around her once more. The whole neighborhood looked weird; it looked… teared down. This was New York, right? This many years and the human world just kept finding new ways to surprise her.

She ended up wrapping her own arms around herself. It wasn’t yet summer, barely even spring so maybe she was just slightly underdressed. It sure wasn’t this cold in the morning though. She couldn’t figure out any other reasonable option, other than starting to head back to her shop, so that’s what she did. She could always sleep in her shop if nothing else.

It sure was dark even though the clock was only 6pm, or was it? Maybe her clock was broken? Quickly the woman glanced at the clock on her wrist; the pointers did move normally. She thought it would still be better to check. She lifted her head and saw a lady approaching her. Tierra curved her lips into a smile as the lady came closer and then, as politely as she could, she asked: ❝Excuse me, could you tell me what time it is? I’m not sure if my clock is in the right time.❞ She chuckled after that. But the lady didn’t answer. Instead she just shoved the woman out of her way and continued walking like nothing had happened. Tierra startled slightly as she had not expected something like that happening. She had looked like a harmless older lady.

[the--faithless-blog]

⊰Ω⊱ Oli grinned as he crept out of the apartment and shut the door behind him without a sound; Even Salem was still curled up in a ball sleeping on the old sofa within. Happily, Oli sped down the countless flights of stairs and jumped the last three until he reached the smashed glass doors of the apartment complex and finally made it to the old streets of snowy New York. A laugh escaped him as he finally felt snow crunch beneath his shoes. People were rushing to get back to their homes before the sun disappeared completely, and he should have been doing the same.  Balancing himself along the pavements edge, his arms out as he so childishly tried to keep steady. One foot in front of the other as he slowly walked along, smile spread across his face as he did. Jumping off, he noticed the women standing there, looking cold and confused; Tilting his head, he watched her for a moment before he approached without hesitance, a smile on his face and only a shirt and beanie over his clothes protecting him from the cold.

“You shouldn’t be out without a coat. Normal people get sick without them.” He informed her, smile beaming as he scrunched his nose up and looked up at the sky as it began to snow. As the snowflakes caught in his eyelashes and hair, he laughed, looking to the floor as he ruffled his messy hair in hopes of getting the snowflakes out. “You don’t feel like a normal person though—So you might not get sick.” He said as if it was the most normal thing to say. 

[thesunshinestore]

     Sun was surprised when Dwight pushed himself away from him, and the star let his arms fall to his sides, looking over at the boy who was sitting in front of him with worried hues. Worry was written all over Sun’s features, his eyes were almost tearing. He kept his gaze steady on Dwight as he spoke, shaking his head as he finished. “They won’t,” he spoke. “They won’t.”

         Sun stood up as well, though didn’t make any moves to hold the other again, he merely watched the boy. He watched him stand and tremble, Sun could feel the heavy waves of fear coming from the boy’s chest. No, Dwight didn’t have to go. No one would find him in the store. No-one. Sun didn’t approve of crime, but he pitied those who practice it. Sun pitied Demon and he pitied Jake, he would take no empathy to them, nor would he push them away. But it wasn’t the demon with in Dwight that was standing in front of him right now. It was Dwight, a trembling and frighted boy. Did he long for love? Closure? Sun didn’t know, yet he detected something that seemed like longing under all that fear. Sun took a step closer.

     "You’re safe here," he said once again, grabbing Dwight’s arm as he turned for the door. Sun caught the boy’s gaze. Sun was lacing his words with honesty. "Dwight, you are safe here. Bad things are not allowed in here," Sun would personally make sure any bad happening would happen at least out the door. "I am the sun, Dwight, I protect the whole of a solar system, and please believe that I will protect you until the end of my days. Stay." Sun calmed down his own heard beat in case of Dwight being able to hear it. Sun let go of the boy’s arm, and he smiled. No matter how much Sun wanted Dwight to stay, he had no right to keep him there. If Dwight wanted to leave it would be his right, and Sun had, for a brief moment, forgotten that. 

[the--faithless-blog]

≾☯≿ Hurried, shaky steps were frozen the second Sun's fingers wrapped around Dwight's thin arm. Head hung low, Dwight listened carefully, his eyes scrunching up as he struggled to comprehend the words of comfort that he for once, could believe. Licking his lips, he swallowed the onslaught of emotion the words brought. 'I will protect you until the end of my days'. Never had he heard such a promise. Dark hues lingered at the ground for a moment until the grip on his arm was released.  A moment passed before Dwight lifted his gaze, his body turning back around to face the Sun with an expression of stone. Using his sleeves, he wiped away the remaining blood and tears that stained his pale face. His mind was somehow clearer now, no invasive thoughts of guilt or death plagued him, and he felt calm. "A-...ah'll stay.." He mumbled, his gaze meeting Suns, a rare action for the young halfbreed.  "'Fank you. Fer' every'fin'.." A small smile curled the half breeds lips to one side, slightly forced, perhaps, but it was a step up from sobbing on the ground not moments ago. Thin arms wrapped around himself as he regained his composure, tattooed fingers rubbing at his face to clear the ache away as he let out a sigh. "If-- if you ever see me.. an' its not.. me.. Please.. Don't.. hesitate, okay?.. He wont."