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Post by Taibhreamh on Oct 12, 2009 3:05:41 GMT
For Your Consideration
.It's time to forget about the past
Pawns: Taibhreamh & Tromlui
.To wash away what happened last
Status: Private, Active
.Hide behind an empty face
Current Count: 869
.Don't ask too much, just say
Time: Present
.'Cause this is just a game
His Style: Sailor shirt, plaid skirt, nightcap
.It's a beautiful lie
Her Style: Black cloak and tap shoes
.It's a perfect denial
Scene: Why are we lost again?
.Such a beautiful lie to believe in
Taibhreamh grasped tightly the doorknob, almost just out of his reach, and turned it. It took a few minutes for him to finally break the seal rather unrepentant about being difficult for the short, blonde boy. His big eyes squinted in concentration as he finally got it open and leaned against it, pushing it inward against the door frame. So pleased with the successful sound of clicking, he didn't notice that it was not, in fact, opening for another few moments. Then his little blonde eyebrows knitted and he looked up irritably at the doorknob he still hung onto, the tips of his toes just barely touching the ground. Finally, he got up the strength to kick his little toes, opening it just a bit, not smoothly. Another toe backwards and it opened a little bit more. He swung his little white bunny rabbit into the open crack, assuring the heavy door would not reclose on him.
He let go of the doorknob and fell back to his heels. Utterly proud of himself, he wore a big, stunning grin that emphasized his cute cheeks. He looked around with those big blues and couldn't locate the person he was looking for, though she had been right behind him just a few seconds ago. He was sure she was off getting in trouble, and so he bit his lower lip and then hollered out in a shrill, 8-year-old voice, "Tromlui! Trooomm!!!" He searched the dark, empty streets for her with his eyes, still with his bunny blocking the doorway so it would not close to the only place he had found that wasn't locked. He was sure that Coimeádaí was inside this door, as he had descended into the town earlier and told them to wait, but Trom had run off, and Tai had followed. It was only through sheer begging that she had agreed to help him find the Coimeádaí...
But now she was lost, and Tai was sure he'd be in trouble if he went in without her. He didn't want to be in trouble. He was a good boy. He took a deep breath and screamed her name again, this time so long and loud it made his voicebox hurt, and he rubbed his throat before those big blue eyes began to well up with worried tears. "Trom... T... Trommm..." he began to sob, bringing the back of his sleeve up to his face, "W.. We're.. gon..gonna *hic* get in--in trouble..." |
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Post by Tromlui on Oct 12, 2009 3:32:23 GMT
Children ran down the alleyways, laughing at something that had long since passed. Their shrill laughter rebounded off of the stone walls, causing the enclosed area to become a cacophony of demonic voices. A small girl clad in black walked down the alley, her finely polished shoes cracking against the stone path; her thin lips were curled into a viscous smile. Earlier their Guardian had ditched them, and Tromlui had not had the patience to wait for him; her brother insisted that they find the man, but she felt it more important to fill her own needs. Usually the young girl would have left her brother alone, but it had been so long since she had any fun; the thought of scaring a group of youngsters sent a shiver up her spine. Ivory teeth blossomed as her lips pulled back, brows furrowing above her optics.
“Wait for me brother,” she whispered in her smoldering voice; a small puff of crystallized water fragments erupted from her orifice. Her lithe figure sped down the alleyway, her eyes wide with a madness rarely seen in adults. Warmth spread through her body; the hunt always caused her to become a fiery deity. The ball of her left foot crashed onto the ground, a plume of dirt erupting into the air as she performed a facing movement. She turned the corner, her shoulders heaving and her breath falling heavily from her lips. “Where are you?” she whispered to herself as she stood to her full height, which was comical. Those cool and calculating eyes moved from corner-to-corner of the dead end, a frown formed on her face. “Damn,” she snapped her fingers and turned around, only to hear the cries of a familiar voice.
“Tromlui! Trooomm!!!”
The cry could be heard from anywhere, especially in these alleyways that were so attuned to sound; Tromlui's lips spoke a name silently, Taibreamh. It was odd to see such a small girl move so fast, but there was no one around to witness the feat—not even the wind could touch her. Her figure made its way around the corner and the sole of her shoes caught slick trash, sending her sprawling into a wall. For a moment she would sit there, holding her head before standing and re-entering the alley that held her brother, Tai. “What in the name of the Wise One are you shouting about, Tai?! That idiot could find us if you keep that screaming up.” She sighed and neared her brother, shaking her head in the process; she would never understand the innocence of Tai.
A hand outstretched and a lithe digit removed a tear from his porcelain flesh. “Now stop your crying.”
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Post by Taibhreamh on Oct 12, 2009 3:58:53 GMT
He sobbed into the sleeve of his shirt, every few seconds breathing in quickly and obnoxiously to keep his running nose from pouring snot onto the sleeve of his nice sailor shirt. He hiccuped her name a few more times, before he finally heard her voice and looked up with those big, watery blue eyes. So excited to see her, Trom let go of his rabbit's dangling arm to rush her, throwing his short little arms around her. He continued to whine out his fit around her consolations, that angel face burying itself in her shoulder as he held onto her. "I .. I thought I'd *hic* lost you! We'd get in so much tr...trouble..!" He exclaimed his ode to the disastrous end of his world to her, though it sounded like nothing to his sister, no doubt. Unfortunately, Tai was neither manipulative nor empathetic enough to realize that appealing with what frightened him would never sway Trom's opinion.
After he finally choked back the last of his sobs, Taibhreamh stood up straight and grasped his sister's hand tightly. His blonde hair was sticking to his cheeks thoroughly, and he ran the back of his hand over his eyes again, clearing them of the blur of tears clinging to his eyelashes. His other hand pointed to the door, which had slid back closed, though he didn't yet notice... "Look, this door isn't locked! This place is still open; I thought.. Coimeádaí would be in here!" He looked utterly pleased with himself for a few moments, looking back and forth between her and the door, "And I got the door..." His blue eyes went wide, and he stared at the closed door with dawning terror. Frozen in place, he stood there. He flexed his left hand's fingers, staring at them like they were some foreign object without gripping their normal little bunny inside of them.
He screamed, suddenly, and loudly, "TROM! Tromluí! Coinín! The door ate Coinín!" Coinín was his rabbit, and Taibhreamh started crying uncontrollably, "I left him alone to keep the door open and the door ate him! What will I do?! Why did I do that?! Trom! If you hadn't run off and stayed with me, I wouldn't have abandoned Coinín!" Taibhreamh rushed at the door whilst crying out his terrified upset about his lost rabbit, trying to get a hold on the doorknob quickly but failing miserably. Tears began again down his cheeks in rivers, dripping and soaking his kerchief as he continued to try and grasp the knob to turn it again.
"Coinín! Coinín!! Don't be scared! I'm gonna get you out of there!"
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Post by Tromlui on Oct 12, 2009 23:02:59 GMT
The young girl held her twin brother; they were both from the same being, not really related, but of the same essence. Above them the sky had become dismal and gray, opening to the Heavens. Droplets of crystalline water descended from the depths of the hazy clouds. Soon the ground along with their figures would become saturated in the Heavens tears, and much like the solidified agony of her brother the rain brought on a dismayed demeanor about the area. Tromlui sighed and ran a single hand through her brother's golden hair, all the time listening to him. Rarely was the young girl affected by emotions, but the connection between them caused a catastrophe of feelings that she could hardly fathom. Tai was a mess of snot and tears, and she could barely contain herself from smacking her other half.
Lips pursed together as Tai separated himself from her, his figure small and sad. The innocence of Tai was unbound; the innocence of Tai was pure and unaffected by the darkness of the world around him. Oh how Trom was so close to being empathetic with her other, but he had to speak. His voice carried in the waves of the dampened air, making his words heavy and weighed down with fear and regret. A single drop of rain slid down her pallid cheek and crashed into the ground to join its brothers, shattering into an infinite amount of shards that not even the wisest scholar could count. “Brother, there is no way that a door could have ate your nasty little rabbit.” She walked toward the door as Trom continued blaming his blasphemous sister, his small hands gripping the doorknob in a futile attempt to reveal the rancid rabbit.
She stood behind him and reached out also, her hands encompassing his. He was so warm while she was so cold, and she took in the heat as if it were the only thing that could keep her alive. With her aid, Tai could do anything, and she with his. Muscles tensed throughout her body and she turned and tugged at the same time, the door creaking open with some effort. Slowly a crack appeared and Trom wedged the toe of her finely polished shoe between it, in an effort to keep the door from shutting again. “You whine too much, Brother.” Her body leaned to the left to peer within the depths of the bar's foyer, her lips pulled down sourly. Coimeadai—in all of his fanciful arts—would never be seen in a place such as this. “You go first, Brother, I believe Coinin is calling for you...” Trom loved her brother, but she did not enjoy putting herself in danger's way.
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Post by Taibhreamh on Oct 19, 2009 14:23:05 GMT
His sister stepped up behind him, and Taibhreamh found himself a bit more calm, even if she did sound upset with him. His panicking fingers were steadied by her own, their bodies fitting perfectly against one another in a way no other two bodies could ever truly succeed at. The door budged and then swung open, as she pulled back, far further than he had been able to haul it by his lonesome. She was stronger, steadier, smarter; Tai's big blue eyes turned upward to her as he slipped around the door to push instead of pull, allowing both of them to open it just a little more. The panick and fear had completely turned to adoration in a second of movement.
At her words, Tai turned and dashed into the foyer, reaching down to pick up his abandoned bunny even as he stepped inside. The area was empty except a man behind a desk, and he seemed to be far too busy reading to take any notice of the two figures who had barely gotten the door open. Tai looked back at his sister and motioned her in, holding up his rabbit in triumph; "You rescued him; you're so amazing, Trom!" He whispered softly, words that traveled on the wind to his counterpart's ear, inaudible to those around them.
He slipped inside and through the open doorway into a tavern full of men and women--loud men and loud women. The tables were full of various shapes and sizes of people, the wooden floor shined from daily mopping. Tai stared up, though nobody looked down in order to notice the child as he slipped around the tavern with a quick glance at every face he passed. On a mission, Tai slid between tables and under the occasional skirt to get to the next area, though how he managed not to be spotted yet was amazing. It wasn't until some drunkard swung wide and spilled a half tankard of alcohol on an unsuspecting Taibhreamh did the boy finally get spotted, the drunk laughing as the wet-blanket of a Tai stood there looking utterly forlorn. The man was all apologies between his guffaws, but it wasn't really any consolation to the foul smell that wrinkled Tai's nose and seeped into Coinín's fur.
"Ah, ah! Sorry, Lad! What're ya doin' in 'ere?"
"Oy! M'boy, how'd ye git all lost up in this place? ALEX! YA AIN' DOIN' YER JOB!" the woman put her meaty hands on her hips and then sighed irritably, quickly stomping off to grab some cloths to wipe down the newly soaked boy as she over-her-shoulder scolded the drunk while still cursing the doorman.
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