yosafire

RP blog for Yosafire from The Gray Gardens. Closed. Affiliated with Wishful Crossing. Current M!A: None. Askbox Status: Empty Reply Status: Caught Up

[apstalviu]

              “Huh? Nah, you’re not. It’s fine. But mnn.. yeah. Shit happened before either of us were effin’ born and we just kinda got thrust into the middle of it all. Seems like you were a lot more fortunate though.”

     He seems to laugh that off instead as if it were a joke and not something that’s actually cause him a lot of grief. He tended to do that a lot. Laugh off his misfortunes. A bad habit really that he never could seem to break out of. Anyways, he really didn’t mind her talking. He rather enjoyed it, just hearing her speak so passionately about all sorts of things with such enthusiasm.

             “I’m sure they’ll manage without ya for the most part. Who knows– maybe we didn’t actually leave our worlds and we’re just in some dream world. Hell if I know.”

     She had finally released his arm and to be honest he was a little disappointed since it was actually rather nice but whatever. He won’t say anything. It had taken him a bit to get used to the amount of humans this place housed and the amount of other strange beings that seemed to loiter around but by this point he didn’t care so much since he still mostly kept to himself for the most part and they were just people that he walked past.

             “No problem. I don’t really mind so much. If ya ever need help then I’m your man.”

     They had reached the coffee shop that seemed to be only half full with customers. A little busier than he liked it but as long as they got a table then it was fine. Emalf reached out a hand and opened the door for her, gesturing her inside before entering as well, the door shutting behind him with a soft clink.

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     She was lucky. She was fortunate. They’re both demons, but he was born there and she was born in the Gray Garden. Life was easy for her. All she had to do was go to school. All she had to do was do her homework and pick flowers and hang out with her friends. And what did he have to do? She frowns and her arm slips back into his, ignoring the strange mix of people in favour of focusing on him. 

     It feels weird, holding his arm like this, after what the went through. It doesn’t seem like it was that long ago, either, but she knows it’s been... a fair amount of time. Things had almost bounced back to the way they were before the Flame World came for their aggressive visit. Still, though, she feels a certain amount of guilt that his world isn’t as well off as hers.

          “ This is a weird dream world if that’s the case... “

     She can’t say she would be with Emalf in a dream world, but she can’t exactly deny the fanciful thoughts once everything had settled after the attack. Some nights, when she couldn’t sleep, she would often let her mind wander -- would things have been different between them had they met on different terms, what sort of things would they do if they were friends, what if it went beyond just--

     Yosafire snaps her attention back to Emalf, cheeks reddening in her embarrassment of having let her mind wander while he’s standing right next to her.

          “ Sorry I uh... spaced out for a second -- so this is the cafe you were talking about right? It’s cute... I hope it’s not terribly expensive. When I get a job, I’ll make sure to pay you back, okay? “

[apstalviu]

     Amber eyes glanced down at the pinky finger extended towards him in what is the truest way of keeping a promise. He used to make a lot of pink promises with his best friend when they were young but even those broke at some point. But hey, he remembers the promises still and tries to keep them even if they other can’t always keep them. Perhaps she’s like him in that regard? Maybe. His scaled pinky extends to reach hers and locks around it which happens to make him crack a smile.

           “I’ll take your word for it then.”

     Emalf shrugged again, not taking their failure as an offense considering it was their fault to begin with. Well more like it was Ivlis’ fault but he still suffered so that was his own lesson which Emalf still doesn’t know if he learned from. One things for sure, he definitely learned his lesson and he thinks about his screw ups sometimes and yes, he does indeed regret them.

           “Nah. Don’t feel bad. We attacked you guys so any world would stand up to invaders instead of letting them trample all over everything. I know my world would do the same.”

     It was almost surprising that she actually felt bad for the damage done to people that had attacked her but he guessed that she really was just that compassionate and kind. Another endearing trait of hers. Boy, was he getting deeper and deeper into this crush and to think that it practically almost doubled in the last several minutes since he found her on the beach.

           “Personally… I don’t think it would be too much different. Things were always difficult. Especially considering the angels have a strong hold on both heaven and the main land so we don’t get much plus they’re pretty cruel to us when they do catch us on the main land. It’s effin’ bullshit if you ask me cause that should belong to everybody but the god is just a greedy asshole. But uhh– sorry for ramblin’ on. I guess if we met on different terms then that would have been pretty nice but what’s done is done, yeah?”

     Well– that is an interesting idea but it might not go well with their world leaders. Ivlis would definitely say no or try and make it so that Emalf stabs them in the back when they’re not looking or think they can trust him. He knows the devil that well at the very least and the man is definitely still rather power hungry despite his losses. Would Yosafire’s god and devil agree either? Emalf wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer since he didn’t know them much at all besides what he was informed of.

           “W-Well– we don’t gotta worry about that now considering we’re on this strange island. Also, the town is just up ahead.”

     He points to a clearing in the trees where the sounds of people could be heard and you could almost see the shops and residential areas too. Emalf certainly likes this place so maybe she will too?

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     She supposes he’s right -- they arent in the Flame World and they aren’t in the Gray Garden anymore. They’re... wherever they are. Whatever the town -- island, she corrects herself -- is called. It’s their new home and... maybe, just maybe things can be a little different. Maybe things can ... Well, she guesses she’ll just have to see just what his intentions are. So far he’s been really nice, despite her prodding and invasive questions.

          “ I guess you’re right -- I mean, there’s some pretty bad blood there, huh...  It’s probably too much to ask for things to be different. I think it extends beyond just... Us, you know? I mean, our generation. I know there was a giant war and everything, but... Mn, I don’t know. Am I talking too much? I feel like I’m talking your ears off. “

     He hasn’t exactly told her to shut up, though, so maybe he likes hearing her talk...

          “ I don’t know how the Old man and Etihw would feel about that but -- ah, yeah, you’re right. We’re here and not there and... Man, I hope everyone back home is okay. “

     No time to get sad, Yosafire! Focus on the here and now! Like the fact that you haven’t let go of his arm yet! 

          “ Oh, uh... I don’t know if I said this already, but... thank you. You didn’t have to show me the way to town and I don’t exactly have any money to pay for anything from the cafe, but I really appreciate it. Uh... maybe I can find a job or something -- er... “

     She finally lets go of his arm, as if she was going to walk away from him, but she stuck right by his side, glancing nervously at all the strangers that seemed to move about in the clearing ahead of them. 

           “ ... I think I’ll just stick with you for a little longer, if that’s okay. “

[apstalviu]

     But he doesn’t bring his arm away from her regardless of the barrage of questions. It felt actually kind of comforting but that’s mostly because of who it is and he actually did like skin ship, more than he’d like to admit. Emalf was happy that she understood that she went a bit too far with the inquiries and backed off instead of picking and prying into things he wasn’t ready to talk about.

            “Ah– Maybe. We’ll see.. but– if I ever do tell ya. You gotta promise to not tell anyone. It’s kinda things I don’t want spreading around or nothing without my permission.”

     Emalf let out an uneasy laugh and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. His head tilts back and he looks at the partially clouded sky much different than the dark skies from home. As much as he’d love to show her around his home, it probably wouldn’t be all that smart. The economy and unrest among the people seemed to be at an all time high considering the heavy losses they sustained from the invasion and the tainted pride and humility the people now faced. The economy was never the best but now it was growing worse and worse as time passed.

           “That’d be effin’ great but– It’d be best if Ivlis didn’t see ya. As great and cozy as I say it is, it’s actually pretty dangerous there. There’s quite a lot of unrest but– if we’re both armed then we should be okay. I know some pretty secluded spots where people never go and animals tend to flock there. You’d like them! Well– even though they attacked you before, that was cause they were just listening to me. The bats and other little guys are all really sweet.”

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      Yosafire wastes no time making a cross over her heart and offering up her pinky afterwards, a small smile curling at her lips and lighting up her face. If there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s keeping secrets, and she’s quick to tell him exactly that. 

           “ When I was younger, Froze told me a really really big secret that I haven’t told a soul! And it’s been... well... It’s been a long time! I’m one of the best secret-keepers in the Gray Garden! “

     The conversation shifts, though, and she can’t help but feel a little sad... Their economy is crumbling while the Gray Garden’s is flourishing... Her smile quickly dims, lips turning downward instead of brightening her features. 

          “ ... I can’t help but feel a bit at fault for that but... -- But that guy was bullying the Old Man and...! I couldn’t just... “

     Silence. She looks away from him, staring hard at their feet as they walk. She couldn’t just stand by while some mean guy was bullying Kcalb. And they hurt a whole bunch of her friends! And tried to mess up her town! 

          “ ... I am sorry, you know. About... that whole thing. Do you ever... Emalf, do you ever wish we could have met under different circumstances? ... Sometimes I think about that. About what might have happened if things had been different. Do you think the Flame World would have been different? “

     She goes quiet again before something crosses her mind -- what if...

          “ What if... What if we try to like... I don’t know, create a portal and keep it open and... Maybe try to make peace? You could be the ambassador for the Flame World, right?! And I could be it for the Gray Garden! ... Oh, but I don’t think anyone would listen... “

     It was worth a shot, at least.

[apstalviu]

     Looks like she realized she had no clue where she was going so he was back to leading her along while she held onto his arm with a death grip. She was so.. chattery once she got going and even more so if it was in a friendly manner it seems. Emalf tried to absorb what she was saying but found it difficult to keep up especially when names he didn’t remember were mentioned. He had a hard time putting faces to names and he was always pretty bad at remembering names as is.

           “H-Hey! That wasn’t my free time! I had a job to do, ya know.”

     Yosafire was really laying on the questions and he wasn’t all that fond of being interrogated like this. He let out a long sigh that drawled on and adjusted his shades, leaning a bit away from her as they walked.

            “That’s all kinda personal stuff ya know. Not sure I wanna answer that– well I’ll answer some I guess. Let’s see… The Flame World is kinda really cozy and the towns are usually bustling with people. The demons there aren’t so bad sometimes but they all got their own groups that they stick to and keep Sir Ivlis and all us underlings at a formal distance so I don’t personally know any one that ain’t in the castle. As for Ivlis– I actually don’t know why he’s like that. He’s always been kinda scary and grumpy as long as I’ve known him and it escalated a lot until after the invasion. He seems more tired and relaxed these days it seems..”

     Now, that was a question he definitely didn’t want to answer. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, picking up the pace a bit more and dragging her along with him.

           “Sorry. Ain’t saying. Maybe someday but definitely not today. Don’t take it to heart. Only Adau– uhh… Sir Ivlis knows. Just ain’t somethin’ I tell anyone.”

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     Too many questions at once, it seems. She offers him an apologetic smile and loosens her grip on his arm, just in case he wants to reclaim ownership of it. She falls silent while taking in all the information he offers up, her freehand slipping into the spare pocket of the borrowed jacket. Of course they weren’t friendly enough to share that sort of information.

          “ ... Ah, sorry. You’re right. That’s kind of personal and it’s not really my business. “

          “ But maybe one day you can tell me, right? I think I’d like that. “

     And then she’s quiet again, mulling over his words. The Flame World is actually a pleasant place to be? Her eyes focus on his face, brows knitting together for a moment -- would it be too much to ask for him to show her the nicer parts of Flame World...? When she speaks again, it’s quiet, uncertain and subdued.

          “ ... Do you think you could show me? It’s not... I guess it’s not really fair for me to have this sort of... Bad memory of it, if it’s really a nice place, right? “

     Her grip on his arm tightens, just a bit, at the thought of returning to the Flame World alone -- it’s enough to cause a sort of anxiety.

[apstalviu]

     A small laugh escapes his throat and he brings a hand up to his mouth, stifling that very laughter. Looks like they’re definitely getting lunch even if he wasn’t all that hungry but he’d probably get something small while there just so she wouldn’t be eating alone and because he should probably eat more than he does. Too lazy for his own good especially since he isn’t working for Ivlis right now.

     Once again that thought hits him and he finds himself smiling even brighter with a bit more hop to his step. For once in his life, he didn’t belong to anybody and boy, was that ever a good feeling.

         “B-Bring me.. with you?”

     That was all he really soaked in our of that and there goes his heart again, beating rapidly, his cheeks tinting to a more visible red than before. She was being… kind to him and it really made him happy. So happy that his tail behind him started wagging without his realization and he couldn’t look at her. He was smiling so brightly and so much that his cheeks were starting to hurt and he always had a knack for turning away when he was too happy out of embarrassment.

         “P-Probably..? I think?”

     He wasn’t actually sure since he didn’t get too many sweets from there but he was sure they would have that. Soon enough he was being dragged along. Did she even know where it was? Probably not but her excitement was rather endearing so he was fine with this, even if she got them lost which was hard here when he could just fly and find his way.

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     She has no idea where they’re going and she’s quick to point it out, sheepishly trying to stamp down her embarrassment. She’s yet to let go of his arm though and makes no move like she’s going to let go any time soon. She’s too busy chattering on and on about the Gray Garden and everyone that lives there.

          “ You might not like Ms. Greif. She makes me pull weeds when I forget to do the homework -- and Froze is so mean! She won’t let me copy her when I forget to do mine! That’s just mean, don’t you think, Emalf? Macarona is such a sweetheart, though -- well, I’m sure you remember her! She has a temper on her, I guess. Rawberry just wants to eat everything at least once -- she likes to chase Macarona around and gross her out, though I think Macarona might secretly like it? Chelan doesn’t really talk -- well, she does, but it’s very quietly and it’s usually only to Dialo? I don’t think you got to meet them. Oh and then there’s Mr. Lowrie! He’s really cool, he says he comes from another world! He won’t really talk much about it, though. “

     Yosafire pauses for a moment, long enough to take a breath, before she realises she’s been rambling the whole time about her friends. He probably knows a lot about her, but she knows next to nothing about him!

          “ So aside from trying to kill cute girls in your free time, what do you like to do? Do you have any family? What about friends? What’s the Flame World really like? I only got to see certain parts of it and it was kind of scary? Is everyone there really violent? What’s up with that Ivlis guy? Man I still want to kick his butt! There’s got to be a reason he acts like that, right? No one is that nasty without a reason... Right? “

     The mention of food energised her to the point that now it’s difficult for her to shut up. But... Maybe she’s looking too into the situation with Ivlis. Maybe he really is that nasty of a guy... But part of her doesn’t think he is. There’s got to be a reason someone like Emalf is working for him, too...

          “ Why do you work for a guy like that, anyways? “

[apstalviu]

     Emalf did in fact notice the slight tint to her cheeks but perhaps it was just him imagining things or just a glare from his shades. There was no way he was going to check though since it wasn’t even important plus he couldn’t allow her to see his eyes partially because of his discomfort with it and partially because he’s so much easier to read when his eyes are displaying each and every emotion he feels as clearly as an open book with a font size of twenty four.

     A shaky scaled hand removed itself from her back and made it’s way back into his jacket pocket while he walked beside her. He’s never actually walked with her like this and even something so small was enough to make his heart beat faster. One thing that he noticed since the invasion is that his feelings for her did indeed grow stronger since he last saw her even though he tried to shove them away multiple times. His face was already heating up from just these small thoughts. What a pain.

           “There’s a lot ya don’t know about me, ya know.”

     Emalf drinks mostly coffee or soda. Nothing really too healthy for him which is probably why he is more sickly and weak than he should be but not like it matters too much anyways since it doesn’t necessarily bother him.

           “Course they do! What kinda coffee shop would they be if they didn’t have frappes? They also got lattes, cappuccinos, and a bunch of other really good stuff. Uhh– they also got soups and sandwiches as well.”

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     Food. He mentions food and it’s all over -- the previous stiffness to her back melts away and suddenly she’s animated, fingers grasping the sleeves of the borrowed jacket and bringing the fabric up to her mouth to hide the sudden drool. As if on queue, her stomach lets out a quiet, squeaky growl to indicate that her mind is now solely focused on the fact that she hasn’t eaten yet.

          “ Do they have pie? Please tell me they have apple pie! My friends back home -- Dialo and Chelan -- make the best apple pie! If I ever get to go back home, I’ll try to bring you with me so you can try it! It’s the best, Emalf! “

          “ I used to eat almost the entire thing -- Froze always told me I was going to get fat, but I don’t think I’m gonna. Apples are good for you, which means apple pie is also good for you, right? Right! Glad you agree! “

     She wastes no time looping her arm through his, her wings flapping excitedly as she points joyously ahead of them.

          “ To the cafe! For apple pie and apple lattes and apple cappuccinos and apple frappes! Ooooh, do you think they have apple cake pops, Emalf?! “

[apstalviu]

     He flinches very slightly being easily frightened or startled which is not something he would admit to anyone aside from Adauchi probably but even then, he still tried to look cool in front of him sometimes. Keyword is sometimes since he also enjoys just relaxing and being entirely himself infront of the blond.

          “I wasn’t–”

     His mouth snapped shut before he could say anything more since it seems like she was apologizing to him which honestly surprised him. Emalf turned around again, wide eyed and staring right at her, astonishment clearly written all over his face. Yosafire was actually apologizing to him. Emalf. He was getting an apology from someone which sadly enough was a rare instance. The young demon couldn’t fully contain how truly happy he was to hear that and a smile stretched across his lips, his tail contently wagging behind him.

         “….thanks. For, ya know, saying sorry and all.”

     Emalf wasn’t about to admit to her that he hasn’t received an apology in many years since the gratitude was enough. Some things she just was better off not knowing. He unhooked his arm from hers and placed a hand firmly on her back under her wings, smiling genuinely to try and make her more comfortable? Or something like that.

         “Now uhh– I wasn’t actually gunna effin’ leave you behind. I’m gunna take you to this neat coffee shop I came across last week.”

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     He... wasn’t planning on leaving? That’s a relief, she supposes. As soon as his hand meets the small of her back and urges her forward, her back straightens and stiffens and she almost lifts a hand to swat him away. But he’s being nice and he probably (probably) doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s probably just showing her which way to go, right?  

     Right.

     Right...?

     She does her best to brush off the strange fluttering in her chest and plasters a scowl on her face in an attempt to cover up any redness on her cheeks. 

          “ I didn’t have you pegged for a coffee drinker, Sh--- Emalf. “

     She almost let slip his unfortunate nickname, but quickly catches herself. It will take some time for her to get used to calling him by his true name and not by some nasty nickname she gave him in anger. 

          “ ... Do they have frappes? “

[apstalviu]

     His face contorts to confusion now, his eyes snapping from his jacket to connect with her own. Why was she being so difficult? Well– she was always difficult when it involved him and even Poemi or Ivlis didn’t have that when she ran into them so what made him so different anyways? She hates his jacket and stench but she doesn’t want to give it back? Made absolutely no sense to him no matter how he looked at it but if she didn’t want to give it back then whatever; he’d get it back later. It is his favourite jacket after all.

            “You’re the one being effin’ rude! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be genuinely nice.”

     Well, to him anyways but she should know what he means. Red scaled hands slipped their way into his pant pockets, eyes downcast to his untied and slightly dirty black sneakers and the grass that was beneath them. He should probably do more than grumble and argue with her, like show her around for example. Maybe show her his favourite coffee shop or something. Does she even like coffee? Oh well– you can get sweet drinks as well so it should be fine. Emalf did a 180, back now turned towards her and started walking expecting her to follow him once again.

            “I can’t believe you don’t actually know my name. Weren’t you paying attention before?”

     Part of him didn’t even want to tell her his name but he knows he really should tell her so she remembers it instead of calling him names all the time.

             “….it’s Emalf.”

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     Maybe... Maybe she should apologise, because he didn’t have to come see her and explain things. He didn’t have to give her his jacket and he certainly didn’t have to put up with the way she’s acting. Maybe she should apologise. At least for the way she has treated him in the last few moments. Being berated constantly probably isn’t any fun and -- She stumbles for a moment when he starts walking, panic rising in her chest. 

          “ Don’t -- “

     She catches his arm and suddenly her brows knit together in a mighty scowl (or what she hopes is a mighty scowl and not just a giant pout...)

          “ ... don’t just leave. “

     Maybe he’s not the sort to leave a poor girl defenceless and lost, but she doesn’t know him well enough to make that sort of assumption and... well... Given their last interaction, she doesn’t exactly always assume the best from him.

          “ ... I’m sorry. For... calling you names and... being mean... “

     Apologising is difficult and she hates it, hates that it has to be to himthat she’s even apologising to! But it is what it is and she has to suck up her meagre pride, because he’s the only person she actually knowson this stupid island. 

     ... But at least she means it.

          “ Emalf, I’m sorry. “

     The fact remains, however, that he’s the only one that knows what’s going on and that he was the only one to come to her aide, even if she didn’t ask for it. 

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     His awkward feeling dissipating and his face dropped, an annoyed look replacing whatever mix of emotions were there. Stiff shoulders drooped and amber eyes narrowed behind his dark shades. He was trying here and the only thing she could do was comment about how he smells. He just showered yesterday so he honestly shouldn’t smell that bad unless she was hoping for him to smell like flowers then that was ridiculous.

             “If it smells bad then why the eff are you wearing it now?”

     And why is she sniffing it more? He definitely didn’t understand girls– but it was probably not even girls in general but just this one. Perhaps she’s similar to Poemi where she complains and insults but is secretly appreciating it? Probably not. It sinks in that Emalf actually knew nearly nothing about her other than she maybe liked flowers and a few other small things so perhaps he can– Gee thanks… this is what his kindness brought him, see if he’ll ever do it again.

            “I showered yesterday night for crying out loud. If you’re gunna effin’ complain about it then gimme back my jacket!”

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     At least he doesn’t look like he’s about to have an aneurysm trying to comfort her. The downside is that he looks annoyed with her -- and he’s demanding his jacket back. Almost possessively, her fingers curl and she gently digs her nails into the sleeves, shooting him a look that almost dares him to try to take his jacket back.

          “ No. “

     She almost mumbles it’s mine, but there’s no way she’d want to keep his dirty old jacket anyways! She’ll give it back... eventually.

          “ How are you going to give a girl your jacket and then demand it back immediately afterwards? Jeez, you’re so rude, Shades... “

     Never mind the fact that it’s her that’s being particularly harsh on him. She’s not sure what it is about him, but ever since meeting him the first time, she's felt the urge to... berate him, to put him down, to be unnecessarily mean.So much that, during their first interaction, Macarona had made a comment on how hard they were being on the poor -- no, he deserved it!

     ... Right?

          “ ... What’s your name again? “

[apstalviu]

     He freezes as she begins to cry, unsure of what to feel or what to do for that matter. As much as he enjoyed making girls cry sometimes, all other times and reasons made him rather uncomfortable. Should he go over and pat her shoulder? Give her a tissue? Does he even have a tissue on him? Probably not since those tended to go fast due to his allergies. Emalf could also just ignore her and keep walking but he really did want to fix his mistakes he previously made. He stood there awkwardly, contemplating what he should even do or say so he started thinking about his comic books and video games and what they did to console others in those stories. That would have to be good enough.

     He slowly approached her, still feeling rather unsure and slipped off his flame jacket to drape it on her head. They did that for when girls were crying right? Or was it crying in the rain? Hell, he can’t quite remember but at least he’s trying here.

               “I-I.. I never said that you’re never gunna go back, just that ya won’t for a bit? Ya don’t gotta cry about it. You’re gunna see them again!”

     Emalf awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. If he was unsure before, he was definitely unsure now because what now? Should he say something else or should he just keep his mouth shut? He really wasn’t very good with people and much preferred the company of animals even to the girl he had the biggest crush on.

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     From tears to stunned silence with the simple drop of a jacket, Yosafire is quick to experience far too many ranges of emotion within such a short amount of time. She’s not sure her poor heart can take it. But the unfamiliar weight upon her head (weighing heavily on her one good horn) draws her hands from her eyes to grasp at the fabric. It... smelled. 

          “ Your jacket smells... “

     She ignores the fact that the jacket smells nice and that it calms her frazzled nerves -- really, she fails to mention that it doesn’t smell bad at all and just leaves him to jump to his own conclusions. Shifting, she grasps the jacket and unhooks it from her horn to drape it over her shoulders and slip her hands through the sleeves.

     It looks funny -- the sleeves are too long and the jacket too baggy, almost as if she’s wearing a second dress of sorts. Without a single thought of whether he was watching or not, she lifts the sleeves to her face and breathes deep. 

     Yep. Definitely smells.

          “ When’s the last time you showered, Pervy McShades? Jeez, do you bathe in body spray or something?! “

     Time to be mean?

     Time to be mean.

[apstalviu]

     He squeaks rather loudly as he ducks to avoid the sand since wet sand was almost as awful as dry sand. Almost. Regardless, he still doesn’t want it on him and would just rather stand firmly on the grass instead.

             “If I could take ya home then I wouldn’t be here either to begin with. Seems no one can just leave or come in when they want to and it’s kinda up to the effin’ gods of this place or something but they’re all a bunch of idiots more or less.”

     Finally landing back on the grass where he was resting moments before, his wings folded against his back, he turned towards her, slipping his scaled hands into his pockets.

              “Ya see– this place is your home now whether you like it or not and I guess it could be worse since everything you need is provided for ya. Don’t be so quick t’judge.”

     Emalf actually meant that more for him and not the island they were on since of course he only laughed at her since she flew off the handle and immediately laid the blame on him just because he happened to be around. Just goes to show that she really knew nothing about him, his world or this place– not like he knew much about this place either though.

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     Yosafire falls silent for a moment and stops in the sand, training her eyes on the grass at his feet as she mulls over his words. This is her home now... She can’t go back...? Unbidden, tears well up in her eyes. She can’t go back to Rawberry, Macarona, Froze... She’ll never see Etihw or Kcalb again...? She’ll never have to turn in homework to Mrs. Greif (or not turn it in and get detention), and she’ll never sit in Mr. Lowrie’s class again... 

     She doesn’t want to cry -- not in front of him, at least -- but the tears slip down her cheeks regardless and her breath hitches when she tries to sniffle discretely. 

     The prospect of never going home is enough to have her bawling -- and she’s quick to cover her face with her hands, fingers curling until they’re small fists as she angrily wipes away her tears. It does nothing but exasperate her further. She’s a bawling mess right in front of someone that tried to kill her the last time she saw him! 

     She’s so disappointed in herself. 

          “ I--I j-just wanna g-go home... Etihw... Old man... My friends... I’m never gonna see them again... “

[apstalviu]

     He bursts out into laughter, holding his stomach and just literally howling. Of course she would accuse him since even Emalf knew that her opinion of him wasn’t very good. After his laughter slowed down and he slipped a finger behind his shades to wipe away a stray tear, he straightened up.

              “You’re quite the comedian, aren’t ya? Take a look around ya. Does this honestly look like your world? I guess this place is kinda like your effed up garden but even you should be able to tell that this ain’t home.”

              “If your friends ain’t here then they’re fine. Don’t worry about them. You’re the only one missing now. Now, come on.”

     He starting flapping his wings again since he wasn’t about to get sand in his shoes during the trek back to the grass, only pausing to look behind him to make sure she was following.

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     Is he -- he’s laughing at her! Oh, that does it! Without much thought, she stoops down and grabs a handful of nice, wet sand and just... just... LOBS it at him! It serves him right for laughing at her when she’s panicking! Her world is not “effed up” and she’s not going anywhere with him!

     ... Except when she actually does stop to look around, she realises he’s telling the truth. This isn’t the Grey Garden and... Well, he’s the only one she knows, regardless of their questionable past.

          “ Don’t laugh at me! It’s not funny, Pervy McShades! I want to go home -- take me home! ... Please! “

     She adds the please as a last-minute. She may be freaking out, but she can still have manners, right? She stomps her way through the sand, though, stalking after the other demon. She already has sand in her shoes -- who cares if she kicks more up. It’s hard to be graceful in sand, though, and several times she catches herself right before getting intimate with the shifting ground. Sand doesn’t taste as nice as it looks. 

[apstalviu]

     The beach was probably one of his favourite spots to wander even if he hated the sand. It was just so warm and relaxing and if he closed his eyes he felt as if he was close to home. Sitting relatively close to the sand to feel the warmth but not close enough to get sand in his shoes or clothes with his eyes closed and almost dozing off, he snapped them open hearing someone yell from a ways away.

              “…who?”

     Emalf got up and stretched out his wings and flew over to the small figure in the distance, eyes really widening when he saw who it was. Should he back away now and go home? Well– it was pretty frightening when he woke up alone on the beach and was glad that one guy was there to help him out so with a sigh he landed.

             “Long time no see.”

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     There are certain things that are and aren’t okay. Washing up on a strange shore without her friends is not okay. Coming face to face with Pervy McShades himself is another that’s not particularly okay, but at least she knows who he is. 

          “ AAAA. Pervy McShades! What are you doing here?! Where’s Froze and Macarona?! What’d you do with everyone!? Are you planning another invasion!? I didn’t finish the homework, can you hold off until I turn it in?! “

[yosafrxcker-blog]

          “ I didn’t do the homewoooooork! “

[yosafrxcker-blog]

@apstalviu

     Waking up on an unfamiliar beach after having fallen asleep next to Froze is certainly something disorienting. They were given the day off and she and Froze had decided to spend some time at the beach. She’d nodded off quickly, basking in the warm sun, only to awaken when she felt frigid water lapping at her heels. She hadn’t fallen asleep that close to the water and certainly the tide wouldn’t have reached her. She sits straight up, head whipping left and right, eyes widened in her panicked state.

          “ Froze?! Rawberry?! Macaronaaaaa?! “

          “ Guuuuuuys?! “