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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 12:39 am
My personality is who I am.. " You're kind yourself, offering such a thing." The girl answered, though if she was reassuring him.. or merely thinking aloud to herself there was simply no telling. Which ever it was she didn't reject his offer, taking a moment to get a good grip on the fragile bag before gently holding it out towards the boy.. eyes narrowing with a mischievous humor as she corrected his earlier comment. " You'll be glad when I run this town, right now.. I'll just try to keep you out of trouble until then." And from the sound of that devilish chuckle, she had her work cut out for her. Boys of any species, it seemed, would always be boys. .. My attitude depends on who you are.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 2:16 am
DRAYCEFRAGNIR  ________________________▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬________________________▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Drayce smiled softly at Birdie. She had a sort of twisted humor, to him. When she held out the bag, he was careful when he took it. He held it with one hand, and it didn't seem to bother him all that much when he held it. "When you run this town? You've got some big dreams, Birdie." Drayce said with a more knowing smile. He certainly didn't doubt her capability, but it may take longer than she may think. "Regardless, I'm thankful for your belief in me,! Even though I had already lost my own faith in myself." Drayce said, voice growing softer. It seemed that the rasp to it was slowly disappearing as he grew more confident and spoke more. It had been so long since he's had an actual conversation, and he had to say... this one has been the longest HES had yet.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 1:40 am
My personality is who I am.. It was the smallest gesture.. but the girl's head dropped just a little, letting the brim of her hat hide her gaze as a soft breath slipped past her lips. " .. dreams are pointless. It is a goal, the harder I have to work the more I'll treasure it in the end." The words were thoughtful, despite the determined ring evident in her tone, as if promising.. in her own way.. that she was approaching such a mission practically.
" You're welcome, but if you really lost it.." A short step forward and Birdie paused, only inches from the boy's relaxed frame as she tipped her head up.. flashing him that confident smile as she winked. " You won't find it by staring at your shoes, Drayce. Where did you have it last? " If he'd been any shorter, she might have clipped his chin as she deftly lifted her arms.. folding them neatly behind her head as she strolled out of his personal space; The girl moving at a leisurely pace as though she'd had every right to infiltrate his bubble start with. From the way his voice and posture was relaxing it was clear he was starting to get used to her, but the way he said such a sad thing.. What made him lose faith in himself? .. My attitude depends on who you are.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:06 am
DRAYCEFRAGNIR ________________________▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬________________________▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Drayce smiles frowned softly, looking back at Birdie when she had begun to speak a bit differently. With a blink, his eyes had quickly returned to their natural serpentine state. She had changed her tone quickly, which has impressed him a small bit. Drayce then caught up with her, pausing and gently grabbing her wrist to halt her. "Dreams are not pointless, Birdie. My dream is to gain my... humanity, in a sense, bac. Then will I have my faith restored. When you sleep, do you not dream? Are those dreams not happy? Are they not frightening? Without dreams, Birdie, there wouldn't have been any way to explain anything in the world around us. Dreams are important, not pointless." Drayce said, then letting go and continuing on with his walking. "Don't look at the world in sucks a black and white state. I used to see it the exact same... then I opened my eyes and I truly could see."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 10:31 am
My personality is who I am.. Stalled by his touch the girl heeded his unspoken request.. her feet slowing until she paused mid-step, free arm dropping as her attention focused on her friend. His eyes had changed back..
A deep blush spread, tinting her cheeks and slipping up to color the tips of her ears as the girl looked down at the ground.. barely reacting as he let her go aside from reaching up slowly to rub the place he had touched her. He hadn't hurt her, but from his body language.. She'd clearly said something unkind. " Your idea of 'dreams' and my definition of 'goals' are the same thing. That sounded dismissive earlier, I did not mean.." Trailing off the girl gave a firm shake of her head, the pale strands of her hair exaggerating the motion as her little earrings twirled wildly. It was better she left it at that, how silly would it sound to tell her new friend that she was afraid of her dreams? That face that lurked in them..
A long step forward and she managed to fall into the boy's pace as they left the street, the girl lacing her fingers together behind her back as she cast him a side-long glance.. sincerity clear in her tone as she gently nudged the boy's arm with her shoulder. " .. I'm Sorry. " .. My attitude depends on who you are.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 4:25 pm
DRAYCEFRAGNIR ________________________▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬________________________▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Drayce had listened to the girl as she spoke. "Dreams... are not goals." He Responded in an off-handed manner. Quietly, he looked back at Birdie. She was blushing and seemed to be distracted by her own thoughts. It was then that it struck him how frail his friend truly was. Sure, she completely mastered the "tough girl" personality, but Drayce was beginning to see beyond that. He heard her sincerity, and he could see a new expression on her face. Albeit it was extremely soft, and easy to look over, Drayce knew the expression well. It was a hidden fear, something he had grown used to seeing in his own face whenever he saw his reflection. "My people view dreams as who we are, who we want to be, and who we will be. Dreams are precious, Birdie. Both the good, and the bad. They help shape your character." Drayce explained. It was true that his people viewed dreams in a more pure fashion than most other species. He himself didn't truly understand why, but he followed his culture with a passion that even surprised him at times. "I apologize sincerely for the way I may act about certain subjects. It surprises me that my culture has had such an effect on me."
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