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give me something to believe in; any - Sabrael - 10-27-2016 He sinks further into the sand as the waves die at his feet. Sabrael RE: give me something to believe in; any - Wallace - 10-28-2016 Well isn't he just the brooding sort. She was bored again, always sooo bored, and went for a stroll that was so rudely interrupted by this massive cloud of blahh. That cloud seemed to originate from him, this storm of sulleness. Dull and dreary. She grimaced as yet another of those wretched flappy creatures squawked about their many problems. Talk about annoying. He didn't seem so harmony-inclined either with that so-serious face staring at nothing. Man, what a bore. At least he seemed sort of pretty on the outside; he had at least that going for him. Maybe. Could be he was so serious because he was fragile. Like these little shells and baubles scattered all over the place. She stared down at one, inspecting it passively. They were pretty sometimes, pearly and bright. But the loveliest always seemed to turn out the most brittle. And sure enough the iridescent seashell easily dusted beneath her weight. Shame. It breaks the spell on the guy though, and he snaps at her. A crooked grin tips one corner of her lips. You call that a show? Certainly, nothing you were doing was the least bit comparable to entertainment standing there like a petrified numbskull without a wit to spare. She took a single step closer and stopped, enough for the moon to light her plain features dimly. A mess of a brown mane, tangled and matted by salty sea air, a dull gray coat. Nothing at all interesting, as was her curse of normalcy. She wasn't all that tall either, being only about a year and a half old. Have a name, do you, Statue? Wallace RE: give me something to believe in; any - Sabrael - 11-01-2016 He isn’t disappointed when the snap is closely followed by a voice. It is as sharp as the shards of shell surely are beneath her feet, and it pierces the quieting night. Sabrael can’t see her at first. The jungle is dense and its’ shadow heavy; even after the sun has fallen, it seems to block out whatever light tries to filter through. He thinks about waiting her out, waiting to see if she’ll move out further onto the sandy stretch and let the stars make them acquaintances. But his youth (or the simmering nature of the beast beneath his skin) makes him impatient. Sabrael RE: give me something to believe in; any - Wallace - 11-01-2016 He mirrored her step forward, and her eyes flashed with mild curiosity. That's interesting. As soon as his mouth opened he rose in standing above the others she'd met. All others save for Ea, the only female thus far that she just might get on with. Not that she'd ever claim as much to either of them. She frowned as he mentioned the King of the Sea, starfish tribes, and a whale kingdom. Did he take her for a fool? Was he mocking her intelligence? Surely he didn't think she was gullible enough to believe those fairytales. "Maybe surviving the death of the sun each night makes me feel more alive, invincible." She scoffs at his melodrama, but doesn't interrupt. Fancy words for such a dull boy. A slow grin shifts his so-serious features into something.. Well, sort of charming, were she naive enough to fall for it. Her eyes just barely narrowed. Particularly with that steady gaze. So, of course she doesn't show any sign of that awkward little flutter attacking her from the inside. He was the only one even close to her age that she'd met here, so she shrugged it off as natural instinct and forgave herself for the girlish slip. Just this once. "Or perhaps I am as dim-witted as you say and simply enjoy a pretty sunset," he continued with a shrug. She wasn't sure she could believe that anymore, but there was still time yet for him to screw it up. Then he gave his name: Sabrael. It was an improvement from Statue, she supposed. Rolled off the tongue smoother, for certain. Sabrael it is then. "Enjoying paradise yet?" Hah. That's rich. She shifted her weight easily as she matched his stare with brown eyes. Paradise is a notion for fools. You aren't a fool, are you, Sabrael? she goaded. It seemed her night was becoming more entertaining, no longer the restless stroll of a lone girl with a lashing tongue. People tended to keep their distance. Or quickly learned to. Is there so much fluff in your skull you'd believe in sea kings and fishy tribes? Someone's at least taught you some vocabulary. She scrutinized him a moment with pursed lips, letting a quiet grow between them. Well, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to stick around a bit longer and see what more she could learn of him. She definitely hadn't seen him before now. Wallace. How long are you in Ischia? I've never seen you around. Is this gloomy staring-at-the-sky thing a nightly ritual for you or something? Wallace |