Re: Rosenrot [OPEN]

Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:02 pm

Shisome was almost drifting off : it wasn't really drifting off per say. She just felt safe : not that the doll like girl could explain these feelings. If someone asked her, she would just say it was a bubble. It was a bubble that seemed to wrap her up and never let her go : the human wasn't quite sure what to say beyond that. The very knowledge of things other then her kind existing in the world was relatively new : she had never seen the world in such a way. Actually, that was a lie : she had seen it so when her parents were still alive : but after that, she had shut her eyes, and heart to the truth. Letting back into her soul actually made her this way : she didn't understand it. Then again, Shisome was young in life : so it stood to reason that she wouldn't understand. Basic human things were the price for her to break her own seals : it was the price to opening her eyes to the truth once again, not that anyone would truly know her inner struggles. After all, those were gone, replaced with just a broken, black space.

The girl didn't even have a reaction. His hand touched her hair, and her large red eyes just blinked slowly, calmly. She felt almost warm from where she was leaning : that entire area was warming due to her own heat. Shisome also felt as if his own hair was soft. The girl listened to him, and pulled herself from his grasp, strands of her hair still caught in his fingers : her face tilted up. It was an almost breath taking sight, as her pale skin was soft, almost gentle. Her large eyes were focused on him : sharp and yet endless, a sort of pool that one could drown in, seemingly the color of blood. Her pale pink lips moved, as she made a soundless noise : and then, with a tilt, pressing her cheek into his fingers, the girl's eyes that had fluttered closed at that action opened again. ''Mjesec Vorgukiendid'' she said, pronouncing it exactly as he did.

Her eidetic memory was not focused to only sight, but hearing, taste, in fact, all of her senses. That included her spiritual one, although she still didn't want to touch that one. ''Moonie.'' she said now, testing the names, her tongue savoring the words, as if they were precious. In fact, they were : for the doll that hated itself, for the doll that dared not to exist, a reason for such was almost too much to bear. It was a gift, a privilege, not a right, and the doll knew that, as her fingers touched his cheeks, softly wrapping them around his face, soft, gentle, breathless, as her porcelain mirrored face stared back at him. ''My name.. is Shisome.'' she said, her eyes blinking slowly, black lashes marring the white of her cheeks. The red pools were back in view, as she was softly rising, her long strands slipping, dancing as she now stood, taller then him only by the virtue that he was sitting, her face above his.

Her hair was like a curtain, blocking out the world, as she stared at him with her big eyes, and that child like face. She wasn't quite sure of what she was doing, but there was a part of her that edged her on : he almost looked like an animal, as the ghost of a smile curved her lips. And slowly, she moved, her lips touching his forehead. It was just a gentle movement, a flutter of her lips, as she then moved away, still nice and slow, the axis of their ascent now theirs. Standing, Shisome lurched as the movement stopped, her fingers entangling themselves on his arm to keep herself standing : using him to keep herself afloat. However, not even terror struck her face, as she sat down beside him again, and moved his arm, to place it around her. Snuggling into that recess that was created, the black haired human just let out a sigh.

''I don't understand this warmth.'' she spoke again, her voice soft and quiet, as she closed her eyes. What she meant was the warmth that she felt in between them : Shisome had no idea what this was, having lost the basics of human interaction. After all, even different races were humanoid : their emotions and feelings were like theirs. And somehow, without knowing it, the human was trusting of this man, the one that claimed to be from the moon. Although beyond her scope of knowledge, she believed him. After all, what would she lose? She was an emotionless, and non-existent doll.. so finding a purpose was unique to say the least, or maybe just something to pass the time.

She didn't mind that warmth, in the end.

Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:14 pm

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He watched as she slowly blinked at him, his hand on her hair. As she rose, his eyes stayed on her, wondering what she was doing. He felt his fingers slowly lower as strands of her hair moved through his fingers, sliding through them as he looked at her in the eyes. Those cool, dark eyes seemed to suck him in, a whirlpool of calm on her face, making his breathing become even and his mind completely focusing on her. He watched as her lips moved, but was a bit confused, hearing no sound come out, despite his heightened senses….

And then he felt the smooth skin of her face, on his hand as she closed her eyes , before opening them again before him. He blinked himself as she heard his name repeated back at himself, exactly correct. Voi… most people can't get that on the first try… guess she's pretty special after all. He thought to himself, smiling a bit at the thought. He felt the hand and could see the arm as she touched his own face, leaving them a mirror image of one another, his hand upon her face and her hand upon his, although he could feel just from the touch how gentle it was compared to his own, which was more of just trying to comfort her and not scare her off. Although, by this point, he was wondering it if was necessary for him to worry about such a thing.

"Shisome." He himself repeated slowly, glancing up to the ceiling for a moment before nodding. Not gonna forget that, voi, nope. He told himself his eyes finding hers once more. He looked up at her as she stood, feeling odd for once at being the shorter of the two. The thought almost made him laugh. He could almost feel her stare as she looked at him, so intense was her soft gaze as she moved towards him. He nearly flinched from her herself getting so close, but restrained himself as he felt her soft lips upon his forehead, an extremely strange feeling for some reason sent tiny tingles down his spine, although he had no idea why.

He felt the movement stop, and his eyes opened wide as he saw her falling. He outstretched his arm, feeling her catch it, not even wincing from the nails on his skin, his skin tough enough he barely felt them. He kept his arm firmly out, so she didn't fall, and felt reassured as she steadied herself. He was only a little bit surprised that she was unfazed by this, after all, the only thing he had seen that had gotten some level of excitement was when he had leapt from the ride. However, he wasn't planning on doing anything else crazy like that, at least right now. He turned his head as she moved back his arm around herself. He felt as she made herself comfortable in the space it had created, and how warm she was there. He heard her sigh, and tilted his head, wondering what was wrong.

"I don't really get it either…" He replied slowly, seeing as she closed her eyes. "But… I don't feel like it's bad. Voi… it is strange… but… it might be, good then…." He trailed off, both of them fairly clueless about human interaction. After all, someone who had been on the moon didn't get a lot of social time. He wasn't entirely sure… but he felt as if she trusted him, now. And that… that made him happy. He wasn't completely sure why about this either, but he knew that this feeling made him happy, like when he would jump so high and the moon's surface would always be there to catch him. He had never really in his life known much emotion; simple joy was the most common, just from having so much time to himself. He had had almost no experience with things like confusion or fear, as his whole life had been fairly straightforward. The same applied to feelings like caring for others and love, and truly trusting another person. And… he felt that this girl, Shisome, that he had found, truly trusted him. And that made him feel more joy than he had ever known before, in addition to a wide smile on his face.

He got an idea as they were just lying there, closing his own eyes as well. However…. Instead of simply laying there, in the comfortable warmth, he shifted a small amount, moving inwards as his legs began to lightly press against the side of the cushion that they were on, facing inwards towards her now. He slowly let out a small amount of his power, his eyes still close and smiling as his hair began to slowly raise up, straight into their air above himself. As it happened, the tips of Shisome's hair began to raise up as well, and the two masses of hair met in the middle before the two, not tangling in any way, just remaining suspended through the air, something that in Moonie's opinion was quite neat.

However… that was the last idea he had had. He wasn't sure what else he could do. Voi. Voi. Voi, voi, VOI, VOIIIIIIIIIII… he pondered over in his mind, which was the Moonie equivalent of "Think, think, think, think, think." He eventually had an idea, his face relaxing as he went deep within himself. He found his Nature Cells, deep within him, very deep, but something that would have something to help him with instinct-wise, certainly. He opened his eyes, as a tail tore through the fabric on his lower back. In addition, golden pointed-dog ears appeared on his head. However, that was the extent of the transformation, as he was suddenly filled with the urge to find a fire hydrant…. But he ignored it, trying to find the reaction for something you cared about.

Before he even really realized it, he moved his face towards Shisome's, extending his tongue as he brought his head up, licking her on the face like a dog would its owner, and his eyes were wide with shock as he realized that must have been the instinct he had been looking for. Canines… are… very… very………….. Voi. He trailed off, hearing a small thump, thump, thump, thump behind himself. He looked around, seeing it was his tail.

"Come on… stop it…" He told his tail. It just kept wagging harder, and he just sighed as he looked back at Shisome. "I'm… I'm… sorry…? I really don't know… we have these things called Nature Cells, you see… and mines a dog… so…………." He trailed off himself, hoping that she was alright with it and didn't hate him for it. He hadn't exactly done it on purpose, but when his only instinctual options for someone he cared about was a dog's… it led him to this particular situation. He simply sat there, looking at Shisome, waiting to see if she would hate him for it and run away. For some reason, the thought of that made him feel really weird in his stomach, although as of now he still wasn't entirely certain why…

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