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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 23, 2011 8:43:58 GMT -5
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, maybe not so appriopriate a position when wearing a loose night-shift, Siofra munched on her stew, mind miles away.
'He's not a father...barely in his thirties, maybe...suppose, nay, that's impossible...but he's so big...
The fact and question nagged her was simple; What was the strange man who'd rescued her?
We-ell, maybe not rescued her, but she would've been in danger had she been left out in the streets, drunk and so empty in the stomach that if the fainting hadn't happened then, it would've happened later, perhaps during a careful, drink-stupid scroll across the busy streets, or a quiet walk next to The Seine...
She could've been killed, or worse...
"He sahpmd meh...leeasht Ah cahn dooh ish fannk him.."she mumbled through her mouthful of stew.
But first things first, she had to sleep off the worst of her hangover...
Wiping her mouth with the napkin place so conveniently besides the bowl, she smacked her lips and burying herself underneath the sheets, purring as the sweet lure of sleep came quickly.
There was a scent...almost like almonds...on these sheets...strangely it reminded her of that furry, blue-eyed butterfly man...
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 26, 2011 20:01:14 GMT -5
Sighing after a couple hours of work Bédoier finally fixed the bird. It actually seemed better than it was originally with a sharp blue paint spread along its soft wooden wings. Giving a gentle poke at the toy the butterfly smiled in satisfaction and gently got out of his workspace.
Clicking his door open he glanced around the upper hallway and listened carefully to any sort of movement. Seeing there was none he stepped out of his room, his feet leaving a titter tatter as he walked by the staircase. He saw that Mag was still out and about busy with her various clients, must of been a busy day for her.
Thinking back to the guest in the other room down the hall he started to walk towards the door feeling the hallway seemed longer than usual as he tried to walk without a sound. Coming to a halt he knocked on the door sending an almost unauidable echo through the hall. No reasponce was heard on the other side so he gingerly opened the door firstly checking to see if she was decent or not.
Seeing that she was just simply resting in bed he glided over and took the tray into his usable arms. When about to flee the room he was stopped by a grip on his wing and an odd mumble escaping the girl's mouth which he didn't understand.
Frantically he tried to loosen the grip by fluttering his wing a bit but the girl just clung tighter to it. Huffing at his inescapable fate he just stood there until he realized she still wasn't going to let go and just sat on the floor with his back to her, staring at the floor in a manner which showed he was clearly perplexed. In the back of his mind he hoped that she wouldn't tear off his fragile wing.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Oct 29, 2011 11:00:07 GMT -5
-Mhmmmm....warm-
It was, exquisitely so. she was wrapped in a blanket of soft cotton, everything was tucked in, her feet were nice and toasty, in her safe little warm world she was curled up in these lovely sheets, not a pain or discomfort in sight.
Somewhere, she heard a noise, is sounded like the opening of a door, a patter of feet trying to be quick, and in doing so, weren't.
The clink of cutlery against the porcelain bowl she ate from, and a funny 'whooshing' sound of something flowy.
Without her conciseness or even waking up, her hand uncurled and flashed out to grab a hold of the flowly thing.
Ah-ha
She got it. It was sooooo soft, like a kitten's fluffiness.
Something tried to take the flowy something, tugging at the other end, so she tightened her grip and began to subconsciously rub the pad of her thumb over it, electing a soft murmur of delight in her sleep, her face tinting with joy.
"Mar sin bog....mmmrrrr~"
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Post by malevolentmask on Oct 30, 2011 17:55:15 GMT -5
The butterfly huffed out a sigh not quite sure what to make of the situation. The grip was tight and he was sure if he tried to tug back again it was going to injure his wing a bit. Concentrating on what he could do he narrowed his eyes at the floor thinking of escape plans but found that he was starting to nod off until he finally just fell asleep leaning against the night stand.
While in a deep sleep he had a vivid dream of his childhood when he was just a plump boy he grazed on leaves all day and the times when he would fall asleep on a bright flower feeling the warmth of the sun. He truly missed the warmth of the sun but found that ever since he grew up things like that couldn't happen anymore. Still there were nice things that happened that replaced that warmth that he missed.
While he was in his deep sleep he failed to notice that the girl was waking up and that the hand unlatched from his wing. He just leaned further into the nightstand as if it was the softest pillow ever made.
"mmleavves..." he let the mumble escape him thinking that his dream was a reality.
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Post by siffyleafylav on Nov 5, 2011 14:07:43 GMT -5
Barely an hour later, nature's call proved to be to persistent to ignore.
Groaning slightly Siofra cracked open one eye at a time, uncurling from her cramped position and rolling over, sitting up to run a hand through her hair.
Hissing at the tangles she pulled, she smack her lips and spared a glance at her side, blinked and then stared owlishly.
The man. the butterfly-man creature, he was just...sitting there.
Snoring
Loudly. Snorting quite unladylike-like, Siffre bit her lip to avoid waking up the sleeping creature, shuffling out the bed from the other side.
Gently she scooped him up, half shifting half dragging him over the edge of the bed, pulling the sheets back over his body, mindful of his wings.
Snapping her fingers over his face, she got no responds from the snoring insect. Happy with that, she sneaked over to her suitcase, hurrying to change into her easier spare cloths. Knickers, garters and a simple short shift, her thick tartan dress followed, all held together by her over-the-dress leather corset.
Tyeing the last knot on her boots, she closed the suitcase's and grabbed her overcoat, standing to look back at the sleeping creature. Smirking a little, Siofra retreated out the doors, dropping a little note onto the nightstand as she passed it. Perhaps still a little hangover, she even dropped a tiny peck on the furry insect's cheek, snickering at the blue that arose.
Grabbing her bags, she walked out the room, down the stairs, and out the door.
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Post by Rosalinda on Nov 13, 2011 13:43:59 GMT -5
Rosalinda finally woke up from her stupor and looked around the old theater, she had felt something upon her head, she looked up to see what was going on
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Post by albinotanuki on Nov 13, 2011 21:24:45 GMT -5
Adeline could sense Rosalinda was distracted by something.
"What's the matter?"
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