Zabella: Thank you! Thank you! Wow, I feel loved now. Lol. *gives you a
cookie* You like chocolate chip? If not, how bout sugar cookies? Or
oatmeal!? Hell, any type you like, I'll make you a new batch. Don't like
cookies? I'll make ya something else...
The three friendly Guardians stepped away from Trent and to the sides, so they could watch without becoming watched.
"Jahn," he said quietly.
Trent looked the girl up at down, seeing the way the light formed a halo looking shape on the top of her black hair. Her red eyes weren't burning blood at the moment, and he saw the rare occasion that they were just pale red, more normal looking and not the unearthly type she daily was.
Jahn was dressed in snug blue jeans and black halter top with a black leather cuff on her wrist, and she looked almost.human--except for the unnatural pale skin and a small predators curve in her check. Even the green vine on her arm didn't stand out as much as it usually did.
"What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her.
Something in her expression made Trent pause. There was something.off.about her. "I want to talk to you," he said calmly.
"You want to talk to me?" She glanced at David, Brenna, and Gen, taking in each one in turn, but there was something fast about those movements. She opened her arms wide, and said, "Talk."
Trent looked at his old friends as well. "I'd rather talk alone with you," he stated simply. "Go ahead and search me, you know I don't carry weapons anymore."
"Brenna, search him," Jahn barked sharply, pulling her arms in again and placing them on her hips.
He understood. As Brenna walked up to him and quickly patted down his pockets and torso, he sent to Jahn telepathically on their link, *Don't be scared, you know I can't hurt you.*
There was something in her eyes now that caught him and stopped his breathing. He couldn't place the word for it. Before Brenna had finished her search, Jahn said sternly, "Ok, follow me."
@~`~~,~~
San watched Theo with worry tinged with amusement. The Dragon wouldn't stop pacing the white carpeted floor in her room and saying nonsense things.
"-can't believe they caught you getting out," he was saying when she decided to tune in. "And Red followed you? He was out there-" he pointed at her balcony "-talking to you for half an hour, by yourselves, and he didn't kill you?"
"He's my soulmate, Theo. Calm down, you knew this," she said stubbornly.
"He may be your soulmate," he said, and threw his hand in his pocket, "but it doesn't mean he won't kill you. Red's soulless, Sandrine. God, I grew up with him, I would know!" His green eyes were wide and his face slightly red from arguing for a good chunk of an hour. The hand he had put in his pocket came out with its own will to open his arms in an exasperated stance.
"So did I!" she shouted back, and stood up from her place on a sofa. "I can get *inside* him and know he has a soul, Theodore! We met right before I watched my mom brutally die," she snarled. "He took care of me after that. No matter how many different homes I was put in or while I was in the Lost Corner, he *took care of my mind and soul*."
Something flickered across Theo's face, but he nodded. "And no one else could do that for you," he said bitterly, in a voice so low San thought she might have missed some.
San's expression softened and she sat back on the off dark maroon sofa. She had met Theo through Red-on accident-when he had discovered her out by following Red while he was meeting Sandrine. Instant bond between them, but she had always wondered if Theo might try making more of their friendship than she was willing to go.
"You and him are the only things that were good to me while I was in the Dragon Realm," she told him quietly. "Sometimes, you two weren't. But.it was the reason I stayed until I was nineteen. I've known you for seven years and I've known Red for eleven." She laughed bitterly. "Imagine, finding your soulmate at eight years old."
Theo shrugged and watched his feet. Something in his stance reminded her of a dejected puppy. "You are still going to be with him, aren't you?"
Sandrine opened her hands and placed the palms on her knees. On her right hand there was a ring made of white gold intertwined with a deep red metal only found in the Dragon Realm that was priceless. Set upon the band were the words, "Anima Dilamino Universus Aerternus". It was Latin, a language widely used throughout the Dragon Realm besides its native language, but meant, "One soul split into two combined for ever" or everlasting. Red had given her this ring a week before she had escaped, claiming it was an early birthday present. The birthday that was in two days.
She studied that ring before she shook her head. "It's over. He needs to accept that," she said, her voice low. "He needs to rule the Dragon Realm, and I need to stay here where I can be ho-free." Home had almost slipped, but she knew she wouldn't be able to be home without Red, yet she didn't want to admit that.
Theo's knowing eyes studied her. "If that's what your brain tells you, so be it," he said, and left her room, shutting the door behind him.
San stared at the place he was moments before. Did he mean her heart was saying something else?
@~`~~,~~
Raksha drummed her fingers on the table, deep in thought. Thyr watched her cautiously, not having seen Raksha this intent on one thing in many, many years. The witch's eyes were distant, pupil's pinpoints and barely visible in a mix of dark violet, black hair covering her left eye as she cocked her head and just.stared.
Thyr couldn't help but watch. Yes, Raksha was normally distant and isolated because she was Gothic and the rest of Kaliana was punk or along those lines, but she'd never seemed like that before. It was a.unique experience to be in the presence of a witch so powerful the air around her seemed to not be crackling, but pulsating, and she not even paying attention to the world revolving around her.
Then, suddenly, faster than Thyr would have imagined, Raksha's head turned to look her in the eye. She should have gotten whiplash from that, she thought.
She said in a quiet voice, "Do you think Theo would be my type?"
And now Thyr knew what was happening to poor Raksha's mind.
Her heart had been conquered on first sight.
The three friendly Guardians stepped away from Trent and to the sides, so they could watch without becoming watched.
"Jahn," he said quietly.
Trent looked the girl up at down, seeing the way the light formed a halo looking shape on the top of her black hair. Her red eyes weren't burning blood at the moment, and he saw the rare occasion that they were just pale red, more normal looking and not the unearthly type she daily was.
Jahn was dressed in snug blue jeans and black halter top with a black leather cuff on her wrist, and she looked almost.human--except for the unnatural pale skin and a small predators curve in her check. Even the green vine on her arm didn't stand out as much as it usually did.
"What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her.
Something in her expression made Trent pause. There was something.off.about her. "I want to talk to you," he said calmly.
"You want to talk to me?" She glanced at David, Brenna, and Gen, taking in each one in turn, but there was something fast about those movements. She opened her arms wide, and said, "Talk."
Trent looked at his old friends as well. "I'd rather talk alone with you," he stated simply. "Go ahead and search me, you know I don't carry weapons anymore."
"Brenna, search him," Jahn barked sharply, pulling her arms in again and placing them on her hips.
He understood. As Brenna walked up to him and quickly patted down his pockets and torso, he sent to Jahn telepathically on their link, *Don't be scared, you know I can't hurt you.*
There was something in her eyes now that caught him and stopped his breathing. He couldn't place the word for it. Before Brenna had finished her search, Jahn said sternly, "Ok, follow me."
@~`~~,~~
San watched Theo with worry tinged with amusement. The Dragon wouldn't stop pacing the white carpeted floor in her room and saying nonsense things.
"-can't believe they caught you getting out," he was saying when she decided to tune in. "And Red followed you? He was out there-" he pointed at her balcony "-talking to you for half an hour, by yourselves, and he didn't kill you?"
"He's my soulmate, Theo. Calm down, you knew this," she said stubbornly.
"He may be your soulmate," he said, and threw his hand in his pocket, "but it doesn't mean he won't kill you. Red's soulless, Sandrine. God, I grew up with him, I would know!" His green eyes were wide and his face slightly red from arguing for a good chunk of an hour. The hand he had put in his pocket came out with its own will to open his arms in an exasperated stance.
"So did I!" she shouted back, and stood up from her place on a sofa. "I can get *inside* him and know he has a soul, Theodore! We met right before I watched my mom brutally die," she snarled. "He took care of me after that. No matter how many different homes I was put in or while I was in the Lost Corner, he *took care of my mind and soul*."
Something flickered across Theo's face, but he nodded. "And no one else could do that for you," he said bitterly, in a voice so low San thought she might have missed some.
San's expression softened and she sat back on the off dark maroon sofa. She had met Theo through Red-on accident-when he had discovered her out by following Red while he was meeting Sandrine. Instant bond between them, but she had always wondered if Theo might try making more of their friendship than she was willing to go.
"You and him are the only things that were good to me while I was in the Dragon Realm," she told him quietly. "Sometimes, you two weren't. But.it was the reason I stayed until I was nineteen. I've known you for seven years and I've known Red for eleven." She laughed bitterly. "Imagine, finding your soulmate at eight years old."
Theo shrugged and watched his feet. Something in his stance reminded her of a dejected puppy. "You are still going to be with him, aren't you?"
Sandrine opened her hands and placed the palms on her knees. On her right hand there was a ring made of white gold intertwined with a deep red metal only found in the Dragon Realm that was priceless. Set upon the band were the words, "Anima Dilamino Universus Aerternus". It was Latin, a language widely used throughout the Dragon Realm besides its native language, but meant, "One soul split into two combined for ever" or everlasting. Red had given her this ring a week before she had escaped, claiming it was an early birthday present. The birthday that was in two days.
She studied that ring before she shook her head. "It's over. He needs to accept that," she said, her voice low. "He needs to rule the Dragon Realm, and I need to stay here where I can be ho-free." Home had almost slipped, but she knew she wouldn't be able to be home without Red, yet she didn't want to admit that.
Theo's knowing eyes studied her. "If that's what your brain tells you, so be it," he said, and left her room, shutting the door behind him.
San stared at the place he was moments before. Did he mean her heart was saying something else?
@~`~~,~~
Raksha drummed her fingers on the table, deep in thought. Thyr watched her cautiously, not having seen Raksha this intent on one thing in many, many years. The witch's eyes were distant, pupil's pinpoints and barely visible in a mix of dark violet, black hair covering her left eye as she cocked her head and just.stared.
Thyr couldn't help but watch. Yes, Raksha was normally distant and isolated because she was Gothic and the rest of Kaliana was punk or along those lines, but she'd never seemed like that before. It was a.unique experience to be in the presence of a witch so powerful the air around her seemed to not be crackling, but pulsating, and she not even paying attention to the world revolving around her.
Then, suddenly, faster than Thyr would have imagined, Raksha's head turned to look her in the eye. She should have gotten whiplash from that, she thought.
She said in a quiet voice, "Do you think Theo would be my type?"
And now Thyr knew what was happening to poor Raksha's mind.
Her heart had been conquered on first sight.