Just a thread for getting to know my characters. I will make short stories about them, to be able to make better reference sheets and such about them, so if people do not care, well, then there is not much surprise there. I might throw up some character sheets as well as the reference text and other stuff like that, when I get to finish it, but this will probably be more or less text. And I do not care about gramma, because it is just for - learning. And I will answer questions, if there are any (probably not, though). ----------------------------------------
[Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following characters, besides Cenere, I do not own AG (though it would be cool), and the world featured is just my version of AG as a city/world]
Cenere: He sat on the step again, leaning up against the door with a heavy sigh. A perfect ending for a perfect day. He was already freezing, and he should probably stay outside the next couple of hours. He curled up a little, trying to keep warm in the winter night. Everything seemed... terrible. Especially having no coat or boots... He stared emptily at his worn out greyish black sneakers, both of them already cold and moist from the snow, his toes like ice cubes just from the walk from the tavern. Not that the rest of him felt any better. The dark blue sweatshirt was too short, seemingly because he had grown in length, not in width since he got it. It was too big over his shoulder and around his waist, but too short in general, exposing his wrists and lower back to the cold. The ugly faded yellow t-shirt did not help anything here, nor did the pair of baggy, huge pants he had gotten from his cousin, a larger, stronger build person. As it was now, he could hardly wear them without them hanging around his knees, even when wearing a belt. He sighed once again, being ever so tired and just a tiny bit hung over. Nationality was a nice concept in taverns that served alcohol, but somehow he always ended up using too much money on too much to drink. And now he couldn't even get to bed... Stupid lock, stupid lost key, stupid.. Him. He wondered where they could be, but lacked the concentration to think properly. He pushed up the glasses, moved some messy bangs from his face and stared into the snow. Maybe... Nah, Zophia was sleeping, he couldn't wake her now. Strop might be awake, but probably working late as usual... He rose, his butt being more or less numb from cold, and walked around a little, trying to think and gain some body heat. Thoad... Thoad would be mocking him for loosing the keys.. Skater would be sleeping as well, slliM... Probably finishing up a work of art, he couldn't interrupt people working... Crimson, Xzeno..? Not a choice as it was... He sat again, blinking slowly, the muscles in his face being stiff from cold. KingRyan, maybe? He had his archives, and again, interrupting people was a no-no... He wondered if there was anyone else to bother at this time at night, pulling up his socks for the random. Back to a tavern, maybe? Could be a solution, but most of them were probably closing up now, and only the disgusting ones would be open past three. He rose again, beginning the long walk back to the city, hoping to find someone who would and could help.
Despite the last remark (she wouldn't say fool about him like that), that's actually pretty well hit, especially considering she'd be tired, and thus a bit more ... kittenish.
Knocking on the door. "Just a second..." "Yes?" He opened the door to see the mazzelh-rator. 'You forgot your glasses, Cen.' She waved them in the air, smiling kittishly at him. He looked at the glasses with an empty stare, then patted his face and looked at them again. "Thanks..." 'Can I come in?' "I guess..." He moved a little to let her pass, then closed the door. She handed him the glasses, before wandering into the bed/living room of his. 'What are you writing?' Zophia looked curiously at the pile of papers on the desk. "An assignment for school." The young man rubbed his eyes, and took on the glasses. "What do you want..?" 'Two things, really.' She blinked, looking at him with big blue eyes. 'First of all, would you mind stop using my full name? It sounds so.. Formal.' "No." He stepped past her and sat by the table. 'Why not?' "You are a moderator." 'So? I allow you to use the nick? I am asking you to?' "No." She looked a little annoyed at him. He ignored it. 'Why not?' "You are a moderator." 'Not good enough reason.' "I think it is bad to ruin a good, meaningful name like yours by cutting off half the word, just because it is easier to say, or faster or whatever. A name like yours should be used as it is, because of the meaning of the name and the definition of what you are seen as." He looked at her, then turned towards the pile of papers again. '...' She sighed. 'Second thing I wanted to ask you..' "Yes?" He looked at her with a tired expression. 'Won't you come over for dinner tonight? I think you need a break from that assignment, and you definitely need food as well.' "Is there any way I can say no to that offer?" 'Nope. My house at .. eight, don't bring anything.' She smiled and went out the door, her tail waving behind her. The young man sighed and turned his attention towards the studies again.
He knocked on the door, but there was no respons. The door was locked and the lights off. He knocked again, then just put the potted plant down on the doorstep and left.
'Cennnn... Open the door!' She tried to unlock the door again, but she could not open it. She knocked again, persistently. No answer. 'I'm sorry, I overslept, come on!' No respons. She pushed at the door one last time.
Then she sat down, defeated. Feeling bad about breaking a promise like that. Sat outside the door, curled up with her tail wrapped around her feet. She waited. Hours were fine, the cold, too... She just didn't want to leave.
"Dad!" The small boy ran as fast as he could towards the tall man and his horse. The man smiled, lifting his son into his arms, laughing with the boy. "I'm so glad'uo're home!" The boy hugged his father tightly, having missed the comfortable, secure embrace for almost two months now. "I have missed you too." The man replied, looking at his son with an observing but warm gaze. The boy was a little thin, but he had always been like that. He had lost a tooth since the man had seen his last time, and the boy showed proudly the hole where it had been. He had grown a little, the man noticed. Then he sat his son down. They boy told about all that had happened since his dad had gone away, all in his own way, skipping through the events without finishing half of the story. The man just nodded, made approving sounds and let the boy tell, knowing he would get all information needed when he got home to his wife.
He turned off the light and went to bed. It was not even past eleven, and still he felt tired, weak even. He had opened a window earlier that evening, but the room still felt warm, the cold outside seemingly not getting in at all. He was well aware that it might be a fever, but it was not bad enough to make him actually care to take his temperature. The chance of being nothing at all enough reason to not do so. He shoved the pile off after a couple of moments. Too warm. He twisted and turned for long, then finally finding rest.
"You are very warm..." The familiar voice brought him back from the darkness. He looked dizzily into those two deep blue, caring, loving... Beautiful eyes. They looked worried. They never looked worried. His mind tried to come to a conclusion, but failed. Then tried to find out weither it was dream or reality. The dreams never occured in his bedroom. Always started somewhere dark and empty. But Lyra... It must be a dream. His wrists was both tied to the frame of the bed, somewhere above his head. Soft string. He closed his eyes again, trying once again to figure out why this dream functioned as it did. She was sitting on his stomach, he could feel that, though she seemed incredible light. The elastic tying his hair together felt uncomfortable against the back of his neck. His arms ached a little due to the position. His head and throat was aching as well, like they had done when he went to sleep. Even the hunger... He opened his eyes, once again looking at the beautiful woman before him, the light from the street giving her an unnatural glow. "I.. I don't think I can hunt today..." It was hard to remember the words. "You don't have to." She replied. He liked her voice. It had an accent, location unknown. She stroked his face with gentle hands. Moved some of the hair from his face, observing him observing her. Then she let one of his hands go, ready to move away. The young man just placed in on his chest, looking unfocused at her. She could have hugged him, kissed him at that moment, but didn't. Would break things, ruin the balance and her chances. She trusted him, but not his instincts, lust... Desperation. "I have to go now. Don't worry about the hunts, you will get your peace." She removed the string from his other hand as well, rising. Turned shocked at him, when he grabbed her arm. His hand was sticky, sweaty... She looked at him, her eyes big and almost terrified. She trusted him, but... "Can't you tell the nightmares to stay away as well?" He mumbled childishly, hardly looking at her. "I will, my artist." She smiled at him. He nodded, letting go of her, sinking back into the darkness. She stood by his side for a time, even now when he was asleep. She should go back, but... She took a few steps away, then looked back at him. Couldn't leave him now when he was ill... Could she...
Hey Cen...I was hoping that was about to turn into some erotic fiction for a moment there! Oh Well...
So close, so close. Sorry, but I have to keep it at pg13. Worst thing: Half way ... let's call it planning, and not just fantasizing, "dirty stuff" to happen, but I am not quite sure where to put it...
And why did you have to put a password on your Photobucket
Since I started to upload all the dirty pictures. Nah, I realized after reading the ToS that people could use my images if they wanted to, because the album was public, and that is not really my thing.
Besides, should probably start uploading some more to my dA, though I try to keep the main gallery clean, more or less.
It is said that sweating will help on illness > >; They have fun dreams, the two of them, though Cen is a lot less kinky that you would think... I think... *blaaah* And that one was made purely from some weird urge to make them cuddle. Which never happened > >
