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Post by aaron on Jan 15, 2009 17:58:39 GMT -5
If Aaron hadn't fell off of Skye's head when she tilted it back he would have immediately noticed that he was still sitting of the girl's head. All he could do was stare at the Faery Skye. The smell of her shampoo was still as strong as ever, but Star dismissed the fact.
He didn't even catch the mismatched words, as he was still staring at her wings. The wings seemed very familiar to him, and it annoyed him as he tried to remember when. Perhaps he had seen her before!
"Umm... shape shifter?" Star slowly fluttered toward Skye to get a better image of her wings, when he bumped into something that felt suspiciously like a nose.
Except he couldn't see it.
"What the...?"
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Post by Skye Malizia on Jan 24, 2009 17:50:27 GMT -5
Skye giggled despite her desire not to. The faery version of herself circled around the boy, flickered, then vanished, and reality replaced the illusion.
The human-sized girl was staring at the fae boy who was eye-level with her.
"Not shape-shifting," she replied, a quirky smile on her lips. Skye pushed some hair out of her face, "I can make you see what I want you to see."
Now, if she were anyone but Skye, that power might seem threatening. But her family was from a long line of talented people, and upon discovering what she was capable of doing, her parents made sure to raise her carefully. She didn't have a single streak of darkness in her, nothing that would suggest she would ever attempt to use her powers maliciously. She was proud of her gift, there was no denying that, but she never considered abusing it. This being said, Aaron had nothing to fear from Skye.
Skye was a good girl, through and through, and although a little mischevious at times, she still had a heart of gold.
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Post by aaron on Jan 24, 2009 22:15:31 GMT -5
"You don't need a power to do that." Star threw the comment out causally, and didn't even give off an outwardly appearance of giving the comment any importance, although inside he was worried he may have gone too far.
Skye's power was something special, and could be dangerous if used improperly... but Skye could never do that. I mean, what would she want with the world? Her business is illusions, so surely she would know that power is merely one of those.
"So I suppose you would want to see what I can do now? Only if you can guess what it is."
"I brighten up the darkest night
I blind but I also am for sight
On time but seven minutes late
Can make a date from lively grape
Colorfully Colorless
I make happiness turn into bliss."
"Three guesses."
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Post by Skye Malizia on Feb 7, 2009 22:23:00 GMT -5
She wasn't sure what he meant by not needing a power, so she kept quiet and smiled, receiving it as a compliment. When he moved on to tell her that she'd have to guess what his power was, her smile grew as his poetry was added to the mix. She had three guesses...
The first two lines had immediately made her jump to something to do with light, however she became confused when he remarked he was 'on time but seven minutes late'. What did that mean? And grapes? Could he make wine? Something to do with fruits and vegetables? But there were no colors... it was all a very confusing riddle and she shook her head to show it.
"I don't know! You're a... you..." she sighed, giving up, "you confuse me." She never liked feeling dumb, as she often thought of herself as clever. However Aaron was doing a good job in making her feel stupid. It seemed so obvious, yet so difficult to put a finger on. What was his power?
"Your gift is to confuse poor Italian girls," she laughed.
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Post by aaron on Feb 7, 2009 22:34:17 GMT -5
Star watch the poor Skye wriggle and try to work her way through the riddle. He was quite proud of it, in fact. He laughed as she proclaimed her answer. His eyes twinkled as he explained to her.
"As your is to amaze me. Here, watch." Aaron calmed his breathing, and called out. Light streaming through the window redirected itself towards him, swirling around in a blinding nimbus, before shooting up to flash the word "SKY" in bold, multicolored letters. He let the light revert back to normal.
Some Alamasies somewhere in the distance muttered 'showoff' but Aaron didn't seem to care.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Feb 7, 2009 22:48:28 GMT -5
Skye laughed, delighted at his display. In her opinion, it was much more impressive than her own. Waving off the Almasian comments, Skye grinned at the boy she walked with.
"You forgot a letter," she remarked, teasing him deliberately. She had to find something wrong with his demonstration, she had to bring it down her her level. "My name is Schuylar," she added, the pronounciation 'Skylar', "and the short version... or how you say it... nickname is Skye. S-K-Y-E."
It would be difficult for someone who only spoke English to understand how hard it was to spell something in another language. The alphabets were different, and each letter had a different pronounciation. E's sounded like I's and I's sounded like E's... It took Skye a great deal of time figuring out how to spell her name out so English-speaking people would understand. She knew her efforts would go unappreciated - it was a sign that she was doing well if no one acknowledged the effort she put into her speech.
"So you can... play with the lights?" She tried to understand his power more thoroughly.
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Post by aaron on Feb 7, 2009 23:01:30 GMT -5
Star found this increasingly amusing. Two people, both Cavanites, each with nicknames starting with S, one the Sky and the other a Star. He laughed at the banter. "I'm dreadfully sorry, Skye with an E." Star bowed mockingly, teasing the other girl back.
"You know, anyone else would say that I control lights. They would e horribly mistaken, and you would have to tell them how you were the only human to understand it. Yes, Playing with sunlight is exactly what I do. How can I resist? It's like playing with a small child!" Star beamed.
"Here, you try!" Star willed the light into a multicoloured ribbon, and giving the light specific instructions on how this game was payed.
"Go on, move it around." Sky would be unable to feel anything if she touched the ribbon, but would find it would move with her hand.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Feb 7, 2009 23:19:52 GMT -5
Skye was concerned that her brows would permanently shape themselves in a V if she stayed with Star much longer. He consistently confused her. When the long ribbon projected itself around her, she lifted a hand hesitantly. She moved to touch it, but the streaming line danced away from her fingers. She tried touching it with her other hand, but found that it avoided her again.
Laughing, the pretty Italian girl began to play with it, moving the ribbon around and shaping it in various pretty outlines. A flower and a heart, all extremely girly things, until she settled with outlining a star in the light. He was right! It was exactly like playing - he was so carefree. It was impossible not to have fun around this boy.
"Here," she offered the star to him, "A star for a Star. From the Skye with an E."
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Post by aaron on Feb 8, 2009 20:43:52 GMT -5
Star just sat back and tried to keep the light in check. It kept wanting to play in Skye's eyes, but Star managed coax them into staying. He watched Skye's increasing joy while she was shaping the light, mouth stayiing level but eyes twinkling like a cluster of stars.
His heart leaped as Skye offered the star to him. For him the light was more substantial. He placed it above the gap in between their two heads. He just needed it to stay there for a few more minutes.
"What's your favourite colour?" He asked, out of the blue.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Feb 8, 2009 21:10:11 GMT -5
He really was kind of adorable. Which made her more open to answering his questions.
"Today... is green," Skye smiled as though she were holding back a secret. She never had a favorite color. Every day it would change, if she thought about it every day. Today, since Aaron had asked, she told him green. Yet there wasn't much green around to gain her favor, there was just enough to earn it the title. If he asked her why 'today' it was green, she wouldn't tell him. That was for her to know.
"And you? What is your favorite color?" She was trying to distract him again. She was trying to get Star to think of other things, so the topic of why her favorite color today was green wouldn't come up. Of course subconsciously she wanted him to ask, but it would be awkward and embarrassing. Plus she would just avoid telling the truth anyway, and keep changing the topic until he gave up.
She looked up at the pretty star above their heads and decided it needed a friend. Just for Star, she projected a twin star next to it, only this one was a light green, glowing merrily.
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Post by aaron on Feb 9, 2009 16:12:51 GMT -5
Star smiled as the green star rose to join the rainbow one. Green was perfect at the moment.To the left, he spotted a curtain, and the colour was, of course, green. His hands flew to the cloth, and he ripped part of it slowly, making sure to make it as straight as possible. As he worked, he started to sing.
"And the Star said to the Sky, as if in a dream
'What's the most wondrous color? What's your favorite sheen?'
The Sky paused a bit, then, twinkle in eyes
she replied in a manner not of truths, nor of lies
'Today it is green, like the stems or the leaves
Like the shell of the turtle, or the salty green seas.
What color is yours, what do you think?"
The Sky asked the Star without but a blink.
"My color is none,
But all under the sun,
for how can you choose
between hot reds and cool blues?"
There was a final ripping noise, and a long strip of dark green curtain was in Star's hand.
"Now..." Star willed the light to edge over to the piece of ribbon, suggesting an even funner game. The miniature rainbow straightened itself out, then with the sound of water spilled onto a hot oven the light started to overlap the silk.
And then the light dissipated.
And the ribbon was exactly the same.
Star made a great show of handing Skye the ribbon. "Here you go. I've never given a human a gift before. I hope you like it." The ribbon seemed normal enough... but whenever it was brought out into the sunlight, it would shine multicolored, just like the light that was now in te air, losing color and going back out the window.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Feb 22, 2009 19:39:43 GMT -5
Skye watched as he worked, and listened to his little impromptu song. She was impressed - she couldn't make up a diddy like that on the spot. It was wonderful and simple and clean and sweet. She enjoyed his company very much. He was such a refreshing surprise.
His gift to her was puzzling. She didn't understand the meaning behind it, but she appreciated the gesture nevertheless. Skye took the ribbon with a grateful smile and tied her hair back with it. Seeing as how it wasn't as tight as a ponytail, her hair was only gently held in the ribbon. Eventually she would learn to hide it on her wrist, as the glittering it made in the sunlight would begin to attract too much attention.
"Thank you," the Italian girl said, "I will..." she wasn't sure how the English phrase went, and manipulated it to fit her own needs, "It will be my treasure." Now she sort of wished her power could be turned into some sort of gift. It only felt right to return the favor.
Skye stepped close to him and stood up on her toes. She gave the boy a swift kiss to the cheek and pulled back, a nearly innocent smile in place. Maybe if she knew the effect she had on him, she wouldn't flirt as much. Skye wasn't looking for anything romantic. Not yet. To her this was harmless. Flirting innocently with new friends couldn't hurt.
Could it?
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Post by aaron on Mar 3, 2009 20:55:36 GMT -5
The blush on Aaron's cheek was what some might mistake for a horrible sunburn, or a terrible accident with a barrel of cherry red lipstick. The single kiss, the closeness, lasted for forever and a second, blissfully long but not long enough. His heart fluttered and stopped for a second as stars swirled around Aaron's head.
'I... um..." What were Skye's intentions? Was the kiss an innocent thank you, a kiss between family members? Was it how Italians said thank you? Or was it something more? A question, a test? Thoughts blazed through Star's mind, possibilities endless.
And the Sky met the stars, with the simplist kiss.
and the star burned hot, filled with pure bliss.
But would returning the kiss
be seen as a miss?
"I...uh... there's a really good... i-italian restaurant. That... um... well, i wanted to try it... uh...
Do you want to join... me and a group of... friends... there?"
it's too bad he had no other friends, as of yet.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Apr 1, 2009 16:30:42 GMT -5
"Italian restaurant?" A smile played on her lips while he stumbled through his proposition. It was cute, and if anyone knew Skye they would know how much she adored awkwardness. And above that, she loved being the reason for such malfunctions.
"I will think about it," Skye promised, although she really did want to say yes right then and there. He was sweet, and if they were going with more people, they could potentially be new friends. She checked her pockets for a pen, and then felt like smacking herself. Who needed pens when you had this?
"Here is my mobile," She craftily traced the numbers in the air, leaving behind bright green numbers in the air. "Don't forget it," she advised with the last digit. Skye gave him a departing smile, thinking it the most appropriate action now that he had her number. She had another common room to invade...
"Ciao," Skye said, taking a step away. She blew him a kiss, which was cleverly turned into a heart that drifted closer until it faded, and she spun around to walk the rest of the hall on her own.
Friends... Skye thought in English, before the rest of her thoughts were taken over by Italian babble. She was adjusting pretty well to her new school. Soon she'd fit right in!
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Post by aaron on Apr 1, 2009 20:15:09 GMT -5
Aaron, on the other hand, definitely didn't enjoy awkwardness. In fact, he was almost never awkward, but Skye... disabled him. He didn't even question the illusory numbers, but focused on keeping them in his head. He wished he had a pen, wished his light was reliable enough to be put in a long string of numbers. He had to remember this, if nothing else.
Him with his notoriously faulty memory.
He focused on the numbers until they were burned into his consciousness, then turned just in time to see Skye bounce away, and the faint remnants of a heart blown to him hovering in the air.
And to Staar, the heart wasn't an illusion.
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