Vela's Discourse

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The Finer Things

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I’m pleased then, love, as to keep such an entrancing beauty waiting on a mere creature like myself is unforgivable. Ah, I’m choosing the course, then? Darling, you flatter me. I do hope you don’t possess any allergies. 

-Arms linked, he took his free hand, brushing his fingers over hers, admiring the smooth, delicate complexion, feeling her pulse thrumming through her veins. Enticing, delectable. It made Valerian wonder if her blood would be as sweet as he thought. Letting her take the lead, he cast a violet glance to her every so often, admiring the way her aqua eyes sparkled with that hypnotic smile.-

It’s beautiful, darling, but I’m afraid it pales when compared to you. Call me a biased man, but when you’ve had time to develop peculiar tastes, they tend to follow you wherever you go. As for the preference, I don’t think I’ve indulged in seafood for a few years, but I can admit I miss the variety and the flavors that accompany it. But why keep it a secret? Ah... 

-This time, his smile widened, flashing white teeth in its tease along with a wink, and he brought his lips to her temple.-

Did you want to make this solely for the two of us? Who’s flattering who now, darling?

-Lips to her ear, he couldn’t help the deep chuckle that sounded from his chest, watching her reaction as they were led inside. Tanks of different sorts were scattered throughout, fish along the walls in high tanks, and large, deep ones through the center with various shellfish.-

We’ll have the Red Snapper Livornese,  Shrimp Verde, Cedar Planked Salmon, and grilled Halibut with cilantro, with the finest lobster in your tanks. As for payment...

-Valerian tilted his head, hand reaching into a pocket and pulling a coin that seemed ancient, but all too preserved, handing it to the waiter.-

See if this is still viable. The name Raullac hasn’t been used lately, but... I believe some of my family still endorses this restaurant in particular.

-The coin worked, their meals free of charge. Leading Cassandra outside, he removed his coat, draping it over her shoulders, though he enjoyed the skin displayed. He didn’t want her freezing, after all, and he was a gentleman above all else. Tilting her chin up, his lips met hers and they found their table, lit with lanterns, torches around, and just close enough to shore to see the waves crashing.-

-Valerian pulled a chair out for her, then his eyes met the sky. Just from the change in wind pattern, a storm was coming, but wouldn’t arrive for some time, which was a blessing in disguise. Taking his own seat, violet eyes met aqua with affection and he took her hand, running his thumb over slender, delicate fingers.-

Forgive me, darling, it seems I can’t be a true gentleman, after all, because I seem to have to keep some form of physical contact with you. But if I may ask, what brought you to such a place? It’s lovely, almost as much as you, with a very pleasing atmosphere, though I notice not many come seaside unless they’re troubled. I hope there’s no burden on your heart, darling.

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Oh! Oh god, I am so sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I? [Maggie hadn't been watching where she was going, again. Normally, she was tuned in to her surroundings, but with the dogs in the park barking at her incessantly, it was hard to focus. She tripped and landed on a guy on a park bench, reading a book. Her pupils were slits as she looked at him before realizing how close she was to shifting. She quickly looked down.] I-I'm really sorry for that. Normally, I... 🐈

Oh no, I’m not hurt. Though I am more worried about you, are you quite alright? You did just take a nasty fall after all.

-He set his book aside before his long fingers found her hips, standing and pulling her up with him. His hands didn’t leave her as he watched, head tilted and his grey eyes glittering.-

Normally you what?

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It’s no trouble dear, if anything it was a fortunate encoutner- now I have a lovely lady to converse with.

-Silver picked up his book before standing straight and showing her the cover.-

The Intricacies of the Mind: a guide to Psycology. I am a bit of a science nut, I know- it sounds boring but I assure it is a good read.

-Silver help out his arm for her too take, watching her every move with rapt attention.-

Shall we?

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-Eyes returning to normal, Maggie looked up to Silver, momentarily stunned she hadn’t noticed before. He was a handsome one, that was more than obvious. And a flirt? She cleared her throat at his flirting, her face flushing scarlet, averting her eyes shyly.-

L-Lovely? Me? I... I wouldn’t go that far. But... the conversation really is nice, even if I ran into you. Which I’m still really sorry for! 

-As he showed her the book, her eyes widened, alight with curiosity, her fingers reaching out to brush the cover.-

I’ve never been good at science. I admire anyone who is, and this... wow. You must be brilliant to read something that looks so advanced! So... you’re really smart and sexy too? Oh...

-Damn her mouth. Damn it to hell and back. If her face was scarlet before, it was the shade of wine now and she covered her face with her hands, completely mortified.-

I’m sorry. I... I’m usually not like this.

-He offered his arm, which was new for her. A gentleman? The paranoia had dissipated almost entirely and, through her blush, she timidly took his arm, flashing him a bashful smile.-

I... thank you, for being so nice. Where would you like to go?

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To Be Human

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-Quiet character, but still just so gosh darn nice! Lucy saw his small smile, feeling something she’d never felt before. Thing was, she liked that smile, a whole lot more than she liked fear. She wanted to see it again, wondering what she could do. Maybe being human would get more smiles from people. People nice like him, she hoped. Otherwise, a lesson in manners was always an option.-

Well, golly, I’m not on the beat about what’s good to do. What would you choose? I wouldn’t mind maybe a game of cards or somethin’. I’d like to go to a park or maybe spend some time with ya, if ya don’t mind! 

-The moment he averted his eyes from the bag that held her friend, she tilted her head, ceramic grinding. She’d bite her lip if they wouldn’t break off. Hmm... he didn’t believe her. Then again, most didn’t believe she even existed, so this was a start!-

Not lyin’ friend! I’m bein’ honest, I’d swear it in front of anyone! I’m a dolly! Well... 

-Lucy straightened, more serious than she could ever recall, scarlet eyes flashing, glowing in the moonlight.-

You’re a swell fella, Sinnclayr. I woke up in this... -Lucy gestures to her form, of broken ceramic and cracked plastic, only small hints of flesh could be recognized as human, as well as her eyes and long black hair.- This body. I don’t remember nothin’, just bein’ here and wishin’ for a friend. Seems the closer I get to someone, the more they... wither.

-A small giggle erupted from her chest, cracking the plastic even more. Flashing her scarlet eyes to his, she tilted her head again, taking a shambling step closer. People withered, all right. If that meant taking their eyes, or trying to remove their skin for herself the moment they became rude, well...-

They think I’m a screaming meanie, but I just ask to borrow things. I wanna be a human, like you, and golly gee, I don’t know where to go. When I borrow things from friends, it’s cause they were rude. Hmph! One even took my arm, thinkin’ it was funny. 

-Lucy shook her head, staring down at the bag in the grave, something dark and nefarious blooming in her chest. Every time people came around, thinking it was all fun and games, she came out to play. She wanted to play their games too!-

Maybe... heya, Sinnclayr? You think... D’ya think maybe I’m a spirit? If... If I am, would ya still be my friend?

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Curiosity and The Cat

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-Maggie was always a curious one, being a cat shifter aside, there was always so much to learn and experience. While the experiences weren’t always good or friendly, still, she learned. And she was the only shifter she’d ever come across in her life, other than her parents. Now that they’d taken off, leaving her on her own, Maggie had frequent encounters that couldn’t exactly be called ‘nice’. Yet she always survived, running through neighborhoods in cat form, getting to interact with several types of people, none of which knew what she really was.-

Hmm? What’s that? Oh!

-She caught the scent of something… predatory. Ever the curious one, even at the sake of her own health, Maggie stayed in her cat form and went to investigate. Sleek and black fur, she kept to the shadows, hoping to get at least a glimpse of whatever predator was out and about like her. She expected maybe a dog, judging from the scent, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think to see a wolf, its eyes locked directly on her. Well… crap.-

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-Elliot always had been something of an explorer. He knew. The wolf shifter always seemed to be in one place but then the next, seeing something new, someone new. It was all too common for him. His black fur would gleam in the moonlight. Paws drifting off of the dark grasses. A red eye, and a blind right, fogged blue eye that was scarred over, would turn to meet the eyes of the cat staring at him. The male would still be stuck in his wolf form for another hour, he knew. The moon would be bright in the sky, and he relished the sight of it reflecting down onto the area below, where the cat was staring at him.- 

“A little kitty has come into my way, now has it.” 

-The dark form would watch the smaller animal with his only seeable eye. Elliot would watch the small figure before approaching slowly, steadily, on tall, lanky paws that would show his slim form in the night. His eyes would blink down at the small creature, curiosity sparkling in the eyes of it. The tail of the creature would raise behind him, curling to a point, unmoving.- 

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-Tail swishing curiously, Maggie padded closer, sniffing the air as she kept her gaze locked with the massive wolf. Battle-scarred? Hmm... Sitting in front of the beast, she tilted her head in wonder. -

I would say I mean you no harm, but you don’t seem to need that assurance, for several reasons. I’m Maggie, what’s your name? 

-Curiosity killed the cat, isn’t that the saying? Yet, she couldn’t help herself. Not being in the presence of another shifter for as long as she could remember, this was not only exciting for her, but fascinating and potentially hopeful.-

Are you... are you out here by yourself? I know you’re safe, but... hm. Would you like a friend?

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Of Water and Witches

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-Orion gazed where she gestured and nodded politely, still so curious about her. Wyetta claimed to be a healer, but yet… the power he could feel emanating from her suggested so much more. But him being cold?-

Think nothing of it, my dear. Living in the ocean, you tend to get used to different temperatures. The deeper the water, the colder it becomes. I don’t particularly have a preference, though human warmth brings some comforts.

-Smirking at Wyetta’s display, what caught him off guard was her lack of hesitation in touching him. She knew what he was and still, she held his hand. Was the forest that unpredictable, or… Orion said nothing, but rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, careful not to add too much pressure. Her hand was warm, inviting… How long would it be again until he regained some of his own temperature while being surface bound?-

-Her remark, however, was even more of a shock, drawing a surprised, hearty laugh that resonated around them.-

Hobbies? Well, if you’re curious, while I was a human, I would spend my time reading or traveling. As a siren… Well, I was more akin to fighting for my own piece of territory in the vast blackness of the sea. What of you, Wyetta? Do you have hobbies of your own?

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-Her eyes were sparkling, curiosity burning behind them.-

I bet you have a lot of stories then, from traveling. I wish I could travel more but…I don’t really have the option.

-She sighed, her hand tightening just a fraction on his. That was one of her biggest wishes, to see the world. To just learn. But with her father hunting her it was out of the question.-

As for myself…I uhm- I mostly just work. Collecting herbs and making charms- but I like to sing. 

-She felt silly confessing that to a literal siren, but it was one of the few things she actually enjoyed doing.-

I used to read almost constantly- but ever since I came to the forest I can only ever get books so often. Whenever I sell my medicines at the town nearby I try and get a new book. But they always go by so quickly. It’s the only form of freedom I have.

-She realized she had said to much, panicking silently before exclaiming they had arrived.-

O-Oh uhm! T-this is the cottage….we are here.

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-The smallest laugh stuck in Orion’s throat and he flashed Wyetta a pearly smile, inclining his head with a faint nod.-

I’ve traveled to many different lands over the span of centuries, love. From the Mediterranean to lands long forgotten to time. I’ve been through the halls of the Library of Alexandria. Should you wish for any stories, you only need to ask. Not having the option sounds dreadful. I’m supposing you’re protecting yourself?

-Singing? That sparked his interest. Orion brought her hand up, rubbing over the skin thoughtfully with his fingers, humming softly.-

You sound very productive, darling, and I would be enthralled to hear you sing- providing if I ever had the privilege and your benevolence. 

-He felt her pulse pick up as he held her hand, and his curiosity piqued. What did she have to panic over? She’s a witch, and he could feel her power emanating with every step they took. It would probably be best not to ask. At least, not immediately. She was an interesting one.-

Ahh, very charming, love. How long have you been here? It seems very comfortable and accommodating, though I do hope I won’t be a nuisance on you. And do tell me, because I find myself more and more intrigued: are there any particular books you prefer to indulge in? 

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[Vela had been wandering for days in the woods, foraging and just traveling through when the snapping of twigs and branches behind her caught her attention. Startled, her black hair turned lilac purple for a brief instant before she recovered. That didn't last long. A bear was snarling at her. A Kodiak. This wasn't good.] 🍀

-Mathghamhain didn’t even need to stand on his hind legs as he bared his fangs at the small creature before him. He could smell the magic rolling off her.-

State your purpose small one. You are trespassing on our territory.

-Wyetta heard Ham speaking in his deep, rumbly way. Head whipping to find where he had gone she traipsed to his side, peeking around him to see a woman looking terrified. Wyetta tugged lightly on his fur, hand griping the coarse hairs with a gentle touch. She didn’t stop him, but watched the woman to see what she would do next.-

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-Resignation glittered in Wyetta’s eyes, not to mention Ham’s. Vela felt her companion bristle and turned to him, his wolfish eyes changing much like hers. At the moment, they shimmered goldish-green, even his blackened fur bristled with the weight of magic being lifted that was so palpable. Vela nodded to her companion, who was released from his own magickal hold and joined her, his head down before he too, nuzzled into his mistress.-

Princess…

-A sigh and another nod. Vela shuffled a bit, running her fingers through Kaed’s fur, her eyes closing briefly as she felt the magic twist and turn everything around them. Opening her eyes, the fainted hue of obsidian painted them, her hair brightening with the oncoming shade of fire.-

We’ll stay. You have granted me aid, and in turn, I shall do it for you… It would seem as if I also have a confession to make. I… have enlightened you as to who my mother is, but, there is more…

-Vela inhaled deeply. Once, twice, opening and closing her mouth to find the right words.-

My mother has been sending… emissaries… to acquire me and return me to Court, to repent for my transgressions against the crown. Should I survive, I am to be whipped and ‘retrained’ in order to take my place on the throne.

-Waving her hand, Vela conjured a ball of magic, a shimmering violet, that morphed. It leapt from her hand and to the ground, spreading and molding into the shape of a winged woman, finally taking color. Dressed in what looked to be parts of nature and magic, wings displayed proudly, with raven hair and violet eyes, a cruel expression on the face that so closely resembled Vela’s. Her mother. Nicnevin, who looked to be addressing a group none of them could see.-

I send you with this, a subtle warning: do not be taken by my daughter’s tricks. She may be one of the Fae, but she is also half human, and humans lie. Incapacitate her. Bring her to me! Spare no one in your path!

-The magic dissipated, leaving them in haunting, echoing silence. Vela shuffled again, holding Kaedwyn just a little tighter as she swallowed the knot in her throat. Hesitantly, she looked to Wyetta and Ham, a sheepish smile on her face as she shrugged.-

Parents, huh?

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-Despite the situation, Wyetta couldn’t help but last at Vela’s last comment.-

Parents…yeah no kidding. The forest will tell me if anyone gets close- but its not a perfect defense system. There are still ways beings slip in undetected. 

-Wyetta could already feel her feet growing steadier as she stood with Ham, all that magic was quick to help her gain her strength. The wound on her shoulder might take a bit longer though.-

To summarize my predicament. My father killed my mother after I wanted to pursue my own path, she defended me and…well. He ended up turning to darker magic, he is a necromancer now. He brought her back from the dead- and long story short they are hunting me. 

-She shook her head.-

I don’t know why he is so determined to have me. It would be easier if I could just live here, in peace.

I promise, you have my aid. Whatever I can do to help. Now that the wards are lifted you will see that I am much more of a fighter with my fire magic at its fullest.

-Wyetta made her way to Vela, setting a hand on her arm and giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance.-

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-Vela could feel the magic thrumming through the forest, through her entire being. Creatures thought to be sleeping roused and made their presence known, some open to their vision, others taking to the shadows, but all watched with keen interest as the small witch told her tale.-

Well, seems as if we have a common goal then, to stay alive and not follow their paths. Wyetta, if you’ll allow me, I’ll lend you my aid against your father. 

-Ahh, faerie clause. Rather than being deceitful about it, Vela was honest, taking a deep breath to steady herself and running her fingers through Kaed’s fur.-

I am, however, asking for your aid as well. If you bind to me, I bind to you. This means that I cannot go back on my word nor make promises I am unable to keep. Will you accept my offer?

[Kaedwyn]: Princess, I don’t think-

[Vela]: Kaed, now is not the time. We need as much help as we can get and... -Looking around, she nods at their surroundings.- This place seems as good as any in fortifications. 

-Resting her free hand over Wyetta’s, Vela smiled softly, ruefully, hazel eyes shimmering to gold and twinkling with hope. Her hair had lightened, sparkling gold, shimmering like glitter under the natural light as her own magic seeped forth, adding protection to the small witch.-

Then, if you’ll allow me, I’ll add some faerie measures to your security and safety, ones that even my mother’s soldiers aren’t immune to.

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The Finer Things

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-He spoke before thinking. That had never happened before. Just who exactly was this Cassandra Emilia Elworth to make him forget himself, or forget his real nature? Surely, there was some supernatural, otherworldly aura she possessed, some quality that made her... more than human.-

My apologies, love. It might as well have been a war. Technically, I was drafted, but deployed overseas to dispense of guerillas from lands in South America. Forgive me for not clarifying. You were not sheltered, but that I’ve chosen my words poorly.

-And perhaps, being sheltered wasn’t a bad thing. After all, supernatural creatures such as himself were frequently depicted as myth, as fantasy. No one truly believed in his existence. To anyone else, he seemed a mortal man with unnatural eyes, to which he referred to it as a mutation or... what was that word humans so often used? Contact lenses. Valerian usually thought nothing of it, letting them think as they wished and continued on his way. Simpler really, to let them be blissfully ignorant.-

-Ahh, employment. Valerian has had many different occupations that he can recall with acute clarity. It ranged from the common, but nevertheless essential work; a fisherman while he’d been human, blacksmith, butcher, and various other tasks. Then, as times changed, he found himself having to adapt to the eras. Though he stayed out of the public on certain encounters. A politician or public figure in those times who only made appearances at night would draw unwanted attention, usually the hostile kind.-

Ah, my work? I frequently change my occupation, so I suppose you could call me an entrepreneur of sorts. Nothing to stock too much interest in, but I suppose it could factor into the travels I’ve had over a course of time. And I simply must thank you for this feast, darling. The first to prepare such a meal for me in too long of a time that I care to remember. Your beauty and skills humble me, if I’ bring frank here.

-She accepted his proposal, and wanted to see him again. This worked in his favor, as he rarely used his compulsion unless the occasion required it. Her heart was thrumming, like a bird’s wings against a cage, threatening to break free at any moment. Valerian could hear the quickening of Cassandra’s pulse, reminding him to stay in check, to feed later, out of her proximity. Otherwise, he may not contain himself. A fleeting human life, one he was so engaged with to know more about, he had to be entirely sure that he was the epitome of a gentleman. Things might turn for the worse otherwise.-

-Casual dress, hm? The casual clothes he possessed were vastly outdated, so he would have to make due with either what he already possessed, or acquire something else entirely. With a small nod, he smiled, placing a kiss upon her knuckles. Impulse took over for the briefest instant and Valerian cupped her cheek, almost smelling the life course through her as he leaned forward, his lips gently pressing against hers. He left her with a teasing smile.-

Then I believe it is a date, darling Cassandra. Do not fret on me, I shall find something suitable. And I do hope the kiss brings some memory back from last night. Until next time, love. Fare thee well.

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-The message for the location was one he knew quite well, having been along the coast more often than he cared to remember. He wondered if his boat was still nearby. Wearing a hunter green turtleneck with his black peacoat and slacks, Valerian met Cassandra at the location specified.-

-Ahh, he remembered the area quite well, indeed. Curious that she found this area on her own. Most avoided such a place, for fear of undercurrents and the like. Which meant his boat was around the area. Pushing his hair back, he saw her waiting and smiled, his violet eyes twinkling.-

I do apologize for the delay, my dear. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long. And you are a true vision of loveliness. How does such a celestial deity find the compassion to grace me with her presence? I am at your mercy, love.

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Original Characters

Belial (Demon/Fallen Angel)

Veladryssa Aconite (Half Faerie/ Half Human)

Nikolai Barnes (Human)

Caiden Embers (Weredragon)

Phoenix Rivers  (Human)

Luna Campbell (Werewolf)

Valerian Raullac (Vampire)

Freya (Ravenna’s sister) 

Orion Storm (Siren) 

Magnolia ‘Maggie’ Holmes (Cat Shifter)

Lucy Alcott (Doll Spectre) 

Ravenna (Witch Queen) 

Braxton Jones (Coming soon!)

[More coming soon, guys!]

((Please remember any characters posted with links to their info can be interacted with. I can guarantee more will come. Just wait and see! ~Mod V))

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The Finer Things

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-His parents. If the notion wasn’t rude, Valerian would have laughed. Sure, his parents would be proud, but they’d been dead for millennia, and he doubted they’d be proud of what he’s become. A beast, a monster, an abomination. Back then, there was a true fear of the unknown. After all, the time of The Crusades was when religion thought it held absolute power.-

-Ahh, so the darling little thing speaks French, hm? He’d have to commend her on noticing his origins, considering most of those he encountered could never place an exact country based on his dialect. A soft smirk twitched a corner of his mouth upward. He shook his head at her apology and took her hand in his.-

Do not apologize, darling. I would love to tell you more about me, though I scarcely believe my life would hold much interest. I was a fisherman living in a small French village before I was drafted in a war that lasted far too long. And war is such a pointless thing. Leaders of different countries disagreeing on trivial matters and decide to kill one another for it. 

As for my travels, I would love to tell you sometime. Providing you’d still like to visit my home. I do apologize for the lack of staff. Seeing as I am rarely home, I felt no need for them. There would be nothing for them to do. 

-Listening to her speak, Valerian could feel that while Cassandra loved music, there was a bit of spitefulness in her eyes, a resentment. She hated having to practice on a constant basis, but he knew that with her practices and talent, she would certainly become world-renowned. Her eyes sparkled at the mention of doing culinary arts, and while she had the music as her profession, a question suddenly arose.-

Forgive my bluntness, love, but have you thought of pursuing some form of the culinary arts? You possess a skill that is otherworldly, surely you could make headlines in more than just music if you so desired. When I say I enjoy it, I could not find words to express just how much. So I must thank you for indulging me in such a treat.

-Hands still entwined, Valerian’s eyes sought her aqua ones, listening to her apologize, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. Why would she apologize? There wasn’t a hint of conceit in her words, the apology was unnecessary. A small breath left him and, leaning forward, brought his lips to hers. He smiled once it was over, violet eyes glittering.-

Never apologize for something that isn’t who you are, darling. There is no conceit in your tone, you were simply stating fact. I heard no boasting, unless you think you did. In which case, might I suggest that you simply take a moment to breathe? Those who cannot handle the truth are often taken advantage of in their ignorance. You, of which, are not. You possess multiple talents and beauty. And if you cannot see that, I will be right here to remind you of such a thing. 

-Lips to her knuckles, Valerian rubbed her hand softly, clearing the dishes once they’d finished their meals. She was... very unique. Bright, bold, captivating in every sense of the word. A thought occurred to him then. Perhaps he could see her again, invite her to dinner once more, or an evening out.-

Cassandra, love, would you be terribly nonplussed if I were to ask you to attend an evening with me? Dinner, if that is your preference, or something else altogether. And while I’ve asked, I believe it is the fair maiden’s choice in location. What do you think, my dear?

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To Be Human

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-Lucy’s eyes widened in wonder. People were normally terrified of her, so this interaction was definitely new. Excited, she nodded and giggled, handing over the shovel politely as you please and even gave him a small curtsy. Sinnclayr, huh?-

That’s a really swell name, friend! Super nice to meet you! Say, mind if I ask ya another question? How’d you get eyes like mine? You’re human, ain’t ya? I don’t mean to be a bother, but it’s really nifty!

-Sinnclayr’s hair seemed to glow at night, which had Lucy in a fit of happiness, staring at it in complete wonder as she watched him work. Her movements were disjointed and shambling. Oh! Right! He’d asked a question! It’s rude not to answer someone when they ask a question.-

Seeing as you’re being so nice, I don’t mind letting you know. That person thought it’d be funny to try and burn my house down, and all I was lookin’ for was a friend. 

-With a huff, Lucy gazed around the cemetery, her eyes glowing in their curiosity as she saw the headstones. Some of them had her gasping, others had her humming softly as she looked over each one. She hadn’t been outside in some time, so it was nice to have fresh air. It was just a shame her old friend couldn’t let Lucy borrow her eyes. They were such a pretty blue, too.-

-Quickly, she was back at Sinnclayr’s side, hoisting the bag back over her shoulder like a knapsack, once again with no effort. Grinding porcelain dusted around her as she tilted her head curiously.-

Heya, Sinnclayr? Mind if I do this for you? You’re awful nice, you know, but I brought my friend here and it’s rude for me to make you work like this. Can I do somethin’ to repay you? I wouldn’t mind another friend, if that’s all right! 

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Sinnclayr had dug too many graves to forget how to do it now. Lucy was next to him, upbeat and happy even in the dead of night whilst they attempted to bury a body in Sinnclayr’s cemetery. She was quite the character.

He had heard that a lot about his name over the years but he chose not to dwell on it. The comment about his eyes made him look up at her, already almost a foot deep into the grave. “Yes, I am human.” Or at least, he thought he was. Is it normal for humans to be so in tune to the dead? “I was born like this. It isn’t the most normal of looks, I suppose.” Then again, Lucy did not have the most normal of looks either. They had the same eyes but she was quite short, pretty like a porcelain doll. He wondered if that was just how she chose to look that way or if it was something else.

His hood had slipped off his head but there was no point in trying to fix it. He was digging a grave for this girl, literally and he didn’t have time to worry about his hair. He glanced at the bag of… meat when Lucy spoke. In retaliation to the person attempting to burn down her house, Lucy had… murdered them. He supposed he had heard worse motives for killing someone. Lucy was tiny so her even pulling off the feat impressed Sinnclayr.

He watched her explore out of the corner of his eye, stepping out of the swallow grave once he was done. She was at his side in an instant and he blinked at her words, a small frown etching his features.

“You don’t have to repay me,” he said quietly, leaning on the shovel. He supposed he quite liked her, in retrospect. She was very different to anyone he had ever met and the contrast between her and the usual suspects he had to chase away from the site was almost hilarious. She had something about her, asking about his eyes and if he was human, that made him want to stick around and find out more. A human like doll, battered but beautiful. He felt intrigued.

“I would like that, actually.” Having a friend did not seem like a bad thing, even if they had come together in the strangest of ways. “Though, what did you mean about my eyes?”

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-Oh! Oh goodness! He really was a human! This was so neat, so surprising! Lucy’s scarlet eyes were even more aglow in her fascination. She listened raptly, nodding as he spoke, the cheerful smile never leaving her cracked porcelain face.-

Well, if it ain’t normal, then normal can shove it! I think it’s super, yes sir, I do! 

-Good gracious, he’s so nice! Doin’ all this and not expectin’ nothin’ in return! Golly jeepers, I really should be his friend! Lucy bounced on her heels, bag over her shoulder as she watched Sinnclayr with keen interest. Giddy with excitement, her scarlet eyes glittered and her smile widened, tilting her head in a way that most would find troubling, or even concerning.-

Oh, but I’d like to repay you! Yessir, you betcha! Bein’ so nice and all, I never met a guy like you before! Well... anyone like you, but that’s so swell! More folks oughta be like you! Awful nice and a real gentleman to boot, mhm!

-Everything seemed to have a mystical quality about it that night. Balmy summer, crickets and not a cloud in the sky. The stars were twinkling brightly as the moon cast enough light to see almost everything in a silvery glow. Everything was... entrancing. If she were human... if she were human, she wouldn’t have to stay locked away in her dollhouse. Oh! He wants to be friends!-

Golly gee, you mean it? You really wanna be friends with me? Well jeepers, Sinnclayr, that’s super great to know! What can I do to thank ya?

-Scarlet eyes connected as she listened to him speak further. He was out of the grave and she tossed in the bag, hearing it thud with a squelching plop. In any circumstance, being asked something like that should have caused her to instantly become silent, but... he said he’d like to be her friend.-

Gee whiz... that’s a doozy of a story, if ya wanna know the full of it. How ‘bout this? I can tell ya all ya wanna know, but will the short version work for now? I asked about your eyes because... because them bein’ so similar to mine and all. And I wanna be human, because I’m just a dolly.

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The Finer Things

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-As Cassandra flitted, quicker than the fae almost, about his kitchen, the exchange in conversation was as natural as a flowing river, one that seemed to keep alternating between the two as if they were dancing, taking turns on who would lead. She had a few questions, it seemed, ones of which he carefully knew to answer.-

This is indeed my home, darling. Inherited from generations of my family. The Raullac’s have traveled the world and sought to have a home in different lands. Quite reasonably, they fell in love with the simplistic nature of the countryside in America. I am merely preserving that wish in their honor. 

-Listening to her was nicer than listening to her musical performance, both in manner of speaking and the soft, melodic humming that emanated from her lips. A gentle, yet mildly amused smile painted Valerian’s face as she spoke of her childhood and her love for something as cooking. While seemingly amused, listening to her was endearing him more to her, and he found himself disappointed when it was his turn to speak. It almost made him speak quicker just to get her next reply.-

While I do live here alone, I can admit that I do occasionally get the random visitor. However, none have been quite so welcome as you have been, love, inebriated or not. 

-A tease, one that made the gentle mirth in his eyes twinkle and glitter as their eyes connected. Valerian winked at Cassandra, earning yet another blush as the conversation continued. She was remarkably fast on her feet, able to pick up where she left off, almost as if she were immune to his charms. So, she was alone most of her childhood, was she? Clicking his tongue, Valerian also shook his head, remembering the times of his youth how often the children were sent to work at a young age.-

I cannot say that I don’t sympathize with your plight, darling. As a small child, I often had to assist my parents, which led me to leave my home quite often. 

-She finished, setting things aside and plating the meals for the two of them. Which, in Valerian’s opinion, seemed to possess something from the Old World, authentic and indescribable. Ah... there was the question he was waiting for. Cassandra wanted to know more about him. Many usually did, to which he’d give vague answers and nothing more.-

What would you care to know, darling? My life has been frightfully dull, seemingly lasting longer than necessary. I’ve traveled quite often, from one country to another, seeking their mysteries in hopes of unraveling my own. Before that, however, I was akin to being a fisherman on the coast. 

-Violet connected with aqua as she placed a plate in front of him, then one for herself across from him. Valerian stood, intending to help her with her seating, but a quick display of a hand and he bowed his head thoughtfully. Pushing the hair from his eyes, he was once again in his own seat, taking the cutlery to eat the food she’d so gallantly prepared for the two of them. One touch to his lips and...-

Cassandra, love, if I might as a question of you... Who taught you such refineries in cooking? This dish has a flavor I’ve not tasted in years.

-Hundreds of years, to be more precise. Either recipes passed down from generations or she truly was an old soul. Valerian was determined to find out which.-

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To Be Human

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-Lucy’s eyes widened in wonder. People were normally terrified of her, so this interaction was definitely new. Excited, she nodded and giggled, handing over the shovel politely as you please and even gave him a small curtsy. Sinnclayr, huh?-

That’s a really swell name, friend! Super nice to meet you! Say, mind if I ask ya another question? How’d you get eyes like mine? You’re human, ain’t ya? I don’t mean to be a bother, but it’s really nifty!

-Sinnclayr’s hair seemed to glow at night, which had Lucy in a fit of happiness, staring at it in complete wonder as she watched him work. Her movements were disjointed and shambling. Oh! Right! He’d asked a question! It’s rude not to answer someone when they ask a question.-

Seeing as you’re being so nice, I don’t mind letting you know. That person thought it’d be funny to try and burn my house down, and all I was lookin’ for was a friend. 

-With a huff, Lucy gazed around the cemetery, her eyes glowing in their curiosity as she saw the headstones. Some of them had her gasping, others had her humming softly as she looked over each one. She hadn’t been outside in some time, so it was nice to have fresh air. It was just a shame her old friend couldn’t let Lucy borrow her eyes. They were such a pretty blue, too.-

-Quickly, she was back at Sinnclayr’s side, hoisting the bag back over her shoulder like a knapsack, once again with no effort. Grinding porcelain dusted around her as she tilted her head curiously.-

Heya, Sinnclayr? Mind if I do this for you? You’re awful nice, you know, but I brought my friend here and it’s rude for me to make you work like this. Can I do somethin’ to repay you? I wouldn’t mind another friend, if that’s all right!