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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 14, 2017 5:48:05 GMT
@kari || 510 words || let the games begin I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"] Silas wasn't going to lie.
He had absolutely no clue what he was doing here. None. Nada. Zilch. All he remembered was wandering around the school campus and now here he was, ducked in shadow and listening to some strange girl play the cello, the air stiff with emotion to such a degree it was damn near choking. Four years at this Academy had allowed Silas to develop the means necessary to not be so easily swayed, but judging by how it was still managing to dampen his mood slightly he'd wager a guess to say the player was probably an Empath. He would've whistled he wasn't scared of interrupting her practice. He was huddled just inside the locker area, where the band students would store their flutes and saxophones and et cetera so they wouldn't have to take them back to their dorms when they left. Silas was leaning up against the wall besides one such set of lockers, his eyes closed as he took in the sounds, somber and melancholy as they were. He could feel the hatred, the pain. And under it all he could've sworn he sensed a tinge of loneliness intertwined with it all, buried beneath the self-loathing this girl was exuding.
The tune began to slow down, the tell tale notes of the final section causing Silas to open his eyes once more. He couldn't just leave without complimenting her could he? That'd be oh-so-very rude of him to do so, and as a result he found himself trying to concoct a way to properly greet her without running the risk of scaring her. Unfortunately for Silas, it seemed he was far more adept at playing tricks and flirting than he was with actually behaving like a normal goddamn human being and just saying hi.
Oh how ironic it was.
The last note rang out, fading slowly with each moment and Silas found himself debating on if to stand, a whirl of emotions running through him. Admiration, Fear, but overpowering them all was a desire to stay where he was. To listen a little while longer, and to do his best to listen and enjoy the sounds the stranger had crafted from her instrument.
He battled with these emotions for a few moments before the other emotions that hung in the air almost seemed to vanish, taking Silas by surprise for a few moments before he realized what had probably happened.
Oh... crap, that's right. Empath. She can sense my emotions. Silas felt a slight twinge of disappointment in himself at that realization, but found himself shrugging a second later, the disappointment turning to a small flicker of hope. Maybe he wouldn't have to worry about scaring her off, since she knew he was there already... or so he thought.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 8:03:39 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ Throw away my inhibition Tell me I'm not alone [attr="class","les"] P laying the cello probably wasn't exactly healthy for Kari, especially considering her unintentional proficiency in letting whatever emotions she had at the time run wild. When she wasn't feeling like jumping from a cliff, then it wasn't so bad. Unfortunately for everyone around her, that was a very rare case. Sometimes she honestly felt bad for the people that lived in the dorms neighbouring her's. She could have sworn that someone's crying from next door had woken her up on more than one occasion. And whenever she played her instrument, those emotions tended to escalate tenfold. Of course, Kari wasn't one to care about what her out of control emotions did to other people, which was why she was currently playing an especially depressing piece. As the empath was nearing the end of the piece, she felt other emotions mixing in with her own. On their own they weren't too overbearing but intertwining and mixing with her own storm of hate and self loathing was very quickly wearing on what little self control she possessed already. Making a quiet pained sound, Kari lay her cello on its side and stormed towards the door of the music room -- still wielding her bow --, slamming it open and angrily searching for whomever was lurking outside. She found them and directed an angry glare towards them, though the pain in her features was very much evident behind the unnecessary rage. "Can you maybe not? Unless you wanna be curled up in the corner there crying for your parents, then fucking stop.." Kari knew that her outburst was unwarranted, but she was already feeling like shit from lack of sleep for the past week, and all of these emotions swirling around the school were starting to take its toll om her. Really, it was dangerous just to be around her. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ NOTES ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 14, 2017 14:26:47 GMT
@kari || 460 words || noets I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"]Silas blinked.
Well, that was mostly unexpected.
Regaining his composure rather quickly, Silas found that he now had the chance to properly examine the girl in her full, and his eyes quickly swept over her, observing all he could without lingering too long on any one area. She was fairly cute, though the attitude was definitely a bit abrasive.
Still, he'd managed to put up with worse before. The comment about him curled up crying for his parents was almost comical, actually. Knowing them, they wouldn't have given half a shit if he was dead by now. The feeling was mutual, and Silas forced himself to take a deep breath to soothe the particular emotions that began to rise in tandem with that thought as he stood. He was easily a few inches taller than she was, though given the fact she was an Empath he didn't think it mattered too much.
"I apologize for whatever undue stress my emotions must cause you," he stated sincerely, every bit as honest as his words pretended to be for once. He had only heard rumors of what Empaths could experience, and now that he was so much closer to this particular one he made it a point to reign his emotions in as best as possible in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure she must have been under. A few thoughts, too suave to be useful, flickered through his mind as he quickly pieced together what he was to say next. He could compliment her on her playing, yes, but she was probably already aware that she was good with the instrument, however unhealthy it might be for her to play something so expressive.
Truth be told, he found himself mimicking her pain with his own, though not for the reasons one would expect. His was a dull twinge, a bit of regret at the pain he seemed to be causing her.
"And I assure you, even if my parents were worth a damn I wouldn't be crying to them." His expression soured slightly at the mention of his "parents". They'd been nothing of the sort, and honestly speaking Silas was rather pleased with that fact. He didn't wish to be either of them. His mother was a drunk and his father was an ass, simple as that. For all intents and purposes the boy standing here was only kin in name alone.
Ironic how the last name was the only decent thing about his parents.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 0:09:20 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ Throw away my inhibition Tell me I'm not alone [attr="class","les"] K ari raised a brow when more unpleasant emotions rose from him, but they quickly disappeared as he stood. Straightening her posture and crossing her arms, she watched him as he apologised for shoving his emotions into her psyche and sighed quietly. "Well you're the first to apologise." She muttered quietly, clearly remembering the one time she was knocked out cold just because she was an empath. It was a less than pleasant experience and she forced down the irritation that was beginning to rise at the mere thought of that day. Clearly Kari was the one that had to knock off her emotional bullshit. But then again, suppressing those emotions took out way more energy than what it was worth, she she was too tired to put in the effort. Looked like everyone would have to suffer, then. It wasn't really her problem unless some asshole decides to attack her with a heavy textbook. Yet another reason why she hated science. At his comment about his parents, Kari huffed dismissively. "If mine were still alive, then I might agree with you. But alas.." Her voice trailed off as the too-vivid images surfaced in her mind. A scowl twisted her features as she turned away and walked back towards her instrument, picking it up as she sat down and just kind of staring at her bow. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ NOTES ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 15, 2017 0:28:12 GMT
@kari || 411 words || interaction! I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"]Silas would be lying if he said he wasn't the faintest bit surprised that he was the first person to apologize to her, though it did seem to lighten the girl's mood a fair bit. He watched her expression, and paid due attention to the emotions in the air as she spoke about her own parents. A somber tone seemed to darken the atmosphere, and Silas found himself bowing his head slightly.
There wasn't a whole lot someone could say about that. Nothing could heal a loss like that, even if this girl would've agreed with him if the circumstances were different. He started after her for a moment before stopping himself. What was he going to say? What is it exactly he was going to do? Silas didn't exactly have the answer to that, but after a moment he steeled his nerves and followed after, stopping a few paces away from the girl so as not to be intrusive as he spoke again. "You mind having some company?" he asked softly, not wishing to anger her yet at the same time unwilling to just up and leave without another thought. Wasn't like he had anywhere to be, anyway. He didn't have classes today, and even if he did he was much more concerned- and fascinated- by the girl who sat before him.
He'd almost let the next moment go by before remembering that he'd already forgotten his manners. I seem to do that a lot, he remarked silently before opening his mouth to speak once more. "I'm Silas, by the way." He would keep it at that for now. There wasn't any real reason to go into too much detail otherwise. For what it was worth, he realized he'd rather be here talking to her than anywhere else currently, though he didn't opt to voice that realization aloud. Last thing he needed was to fuck this up and lapse into his usual, unusual form of communication.
Because he highly doubted that dealing with the incessant flirt that Silas tended to be would do a whole lot for the cello player's mood, though he couldn't exactly say too much on that front as he had just met her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 1:17:28 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ Throw away my inhibition Tell me I'm not alone [attr="class","les"] K ari glanced up from her bow as the boy followed her into the room, asking if she wanted company. She'd be lying if she said that she couldn't see any harm in him sticking around. There would be a lot of harm to both parties, but at the same time she couldn't really be bothered telling him to fuck off. No doubt he's leave on his own accord by the second piece. And if he didn't then maybe she'd hold the tiniest shred of respect for him. Maybe. "Yeah, whatever. If you really want to I guess..." She said, propping her instrument up and examining the strings in an almost bored manner, only looking up briefly when he offered his name. She let go of a yawn before meeting his gaze with tired eyes. "Kari."It was a bland answer and straight to the point. She didn't let her gaze linger before she directed her attention back to her instrument, looking between the strings and her music book laying open on the ground by her chair. She didn't really want to play that piece again, but she kind of had no choice at this point. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ NOTES ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 15, 2017 1:30:33 GMT
@kari || 370 words || omg silas no why I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"]Silas spoke before he could register the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl. It suits you."
God. Fucking. Dammit. Silas would've facepalmed at his own antics had he not been desperate to make it seem like he intended to say that. He'd dug himself a hole already, might as well own up to it. Internally, though, he couldn't help but wonder if he shouldn't just let loose, cut the slack and let him be his usual self. Though on the other hand he didn't want Kari to see him as an asshole. He didn't have many friends, and admittedly his choices weren't the best on that front either, but at least he had some sort of chance with this one.
Either way, he'd said it. In such a tone too it couldn't be mistaken as a compliment. He'd instinctively turned his charm on full blast for that one sentence, almost as though his mind was screaming at him to just start flirting with the cutie already. That wasn't to say he wasn't inclined to, he very much was. It was just the fact that she seemed to be in a very downer mood and he didn't want to run the risk of...
Wait, why the hell was he making excuses? Since when did flirting not lighten the mood? Silas bit his tongue to keep another suave remark from coming out, he had yet to see the repercussions of this last slip-up, though he could've sworn the mood in the air had shifted rather suddenly as he'd made that statement.
She couldn't possibly be embarrassed by that, could she? The thought cause the corner of Silas's mouth to twitch. If that was the case then he could make this very fun for them both rather quickly. It'd be more entertainment for him, admittedly, but perhaps he'd be able to get Little Cutie Kari out from her depressive slump.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 2:13:14 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ Throw away my inhibition Tell me I'm not alone [attr="class","les"] T he coment had come to suddenly and unexpectedly that Kari didn't have a chance to brace herself for it and she instantly felt heat rush to her cheeks, her bow frozen on the strings. She was silent for a moment as she willed the colour away from her face before she looked up towards him. "Is there a filter between your brain and your mouth?" While the coment itself was a little harsh, she tone betrayed that and she internally cursed how easily she was affected by that comment. It just went to show how litter interaction she had with people of the male variety. Or just people in general. Scowling at her own inability to keep her emotions under control, she took to glaring at her music book as if the notes littering the staff would work to change the atmosphere back to its usual depressing state. Its wasn't working. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ omg this child ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 15, 2017 2:26:04 GMT
@kari || 360 words || All aboard! I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"]Silas nodded.
"Yup, totally... just kind of malfunctions a little bit when I start talking to beautiful people," he said it oh-so-casually, tossing in a little bit of a shrug as though it were no big deal. Mischief flickered in his eyes for a moment, his pupils elongating just slightly, just barely enough to where it were noticeable should she have been paying enough attention to his appearance. Of course, Silas was rather unaware of that slip, since it was merely him slipping on his control over his shapeshifting, but it wasn't too unwelcome of a change nonetheless.
He was still technically a fox after all. He was just human first and foremost.
Silas had to push other thoughts out of his head, ones that tended to stray down a path he wasn't going to concern himself with as of currently. He had little reason to concern himself with that train of thought right now anyway, as he was currently enjoying the effect that his words had apparently left on her.
He hadn't been lying about the filter thing though. He liked to think he had one, it just really refused to work properly on some occasions- like now, for instance. Currently it was trying to figure out how he could flirt his way into putting Kari into a better mood, and he found himself an inch closer to her by the end of the minute. He had to keep himself from letting his smirk make itself known, the only telltale sign being the slightest incline at the corner of his mouth.
He took solace in the fact that she hadn't gotten pissed off at his compliment, and as a result was using that as a reason to start being a little bit more flirtatious. Of course, when it came to Silas Sinn it was hard to tell when he was flirting or not to begin with.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 3:00:09 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ Throw away my inhibition Tell me I'm not alone [attr="class","les"] J ust as she had convinced herself that she had gotten her damn fluctuating emotions under control, he spoke again. "So, no. You don't have a filter."Kari cursed herself internally again at how easily his stupid words affected her. It didn't matter how much she pushed the feeling down, what had been felt couldn't be unfelt and she was pretty damn sure that everyone in the hall had felt her stupid emotional bullshit by now to some degree. Damn her and her severe lack of control over this curse of hers. Not looking up from the music sheets -- lest more unwelcome emotions should surface --, Kari spoke again. "Maybe you should invest in a new one." Her voice was quieter that before, and she was damn sure that she felt a hint of amusement mixing in with the atmosphere. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ NOTES ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 15, 2017 4:36:48 GMT
@kari || 332 words || noets I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"]"Believe me, cutie, I've tried," Silas replied simply, the comment once again coming off as having been a completely natural thing for him to say and in no way even the slightest bit strange. He was on quite the roll now, he sensed, though it did also seem as though Kari was attempting to hide away from him so she couldn't be overly swayed by the eyes that spoke those words. Luckily for her, one would think, because staring into Silas' eyes when he got like this was a one-way ticket to who-knows-where.
The downside was that his words were just as smooth as his expression was, meaning that he'd still be tormenting his Little Cutie Kari from the sidelines. He found himself feeling like a little bit of endearment for the girl before him, and once again found himself thinking that he very greatly preferred being here over pretty much anywhere else as of current. Were the circumstances different, had they been slightly more familiar with one another, he'd probably end up slipping around and hugging the cellist what with how distracted she was, but he was a little worried that doing so would end up with him injured.
Though injuries never did quite matter to him growing up, so there was little reason for them to start mattering now, was there? He knew internally that he was making excuses to avoid acting on a few emotions that he himself could barely feel, but ones that were rather dangerous emotions nonetheless, especially when they crept up on a person. They were so faint he was rather doubting that Kari could sense them, though he was fairly certain he'd know immediately once she started experiencing the same ones.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 6:20:15 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ Throw away my inhibition Tell me I'm not alone [attr="class","les"] K ari's jaw clenched as Silas spoke again, and she lowered her head so she was staring a little too intently at the bridge of her instrument. At cheesy as it may have sounded, if this guy kept talking to her like this then there would be no knowing what sort of emotions the would be exuding. And there was no limit to how strong those emotions would be. She didn't exactly want the entire campus to be feeling her own embarrassing emotions. That alone was enough to make her cringe internally. Letting out a shaky sigh, Kari -- once again -- willed away any unnecessary thoughts and feelings and placed her bow to the strings, her eyes flicking towards the sheet music for a moment and then back to her instrument as she posiitoned her fingers along the strings. She waited for a few seconds, visualising the piano melody in her mind before playing her piece and the room was once again filled with the usual depressing aura that Kari tended to create on a regular basis. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 15, 2017 6:38:23 GMT
@kari || 375 words || such soothe I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"]Silas closed his eyes and leaned back as Kari began playing, the depressive feelings that filled the air mingling with his amusement to create a melancholy cocktail that he wasn't too opposed to. He found he rather enjoyed feeling what she did, it was a refreshing change from how closed off everyone else seemed to be about their emotions.
But here she was. Her heart not only on her sleeve but literally in the air that surrounded her. Silas recognized the tune, though spent a majority of it merely listening before he found himself humming along to the piano melody, Kari's cello a pleasant accompaniment, though near the end Silas found himself unable to hold back a smirk at a thought that had just entered his mind, and he spoke just as such as the final few measures began their somber sentence.
"If it's always this wonderful being around you then I don't think I'm ever going to leave your side," he stated softly, his eyes staring wistfully into the space in front of him as he took a deep breath. It wasn't his silver tongue that had spurred on that statement, rather Silas himself, finding that it was an incredibly easy thing to say right then and there.
What he followed up with, however, was spurred on by his tongue.
"Just when I thought you couldn't get more beautiful, you surprise me with that."
Yup.
A humorous note in the back of his mind kindly declared that he'd be dead before nightfall if he kept this up, though part of him was actually kind of hoping for that. It meant that Kari would have to get close to him, and he was rather open to that idea right now. Hell, he'd even deign to hang around her as much as possible if it weren't for the fact that it'd probably make him seem a little clingy.
Though given how lonely Kari seemed to be, he didn't think she'd mind too much.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 7:40:44 GMT
[attr="class","life"] ❝ Throw away my inhibition Tell me I'm not alone [attr="class","les"] K ari had been so immersed in her piece that she had barely even registered Silas' humming in the background until she was beginning to reach the end of the piece. Was he familiar with the number? It was a little surprising, actually. She hadn't expected anyone aside from other musicians to be familiar with instrumental pieces. In a way, Kari felt the tiniest shred of respect for him for knowing music other than the mainstream that everyone seemed to listen to nowadays. Not that Kari had a problem with such music, but it all tended to sound the same to her. Actually, the empath tended to steer clear of music unless she was playing for obvious reasons. Just as the final notes were beginning to die down, Silas spoke again, and her fingers slipped on the strings as the heat returned to her face. It was lucky that she hadn't been playing when he had made the comment, or else the entire number would have been off. 'Why is it that every time you open your mouth...'She shook her head and willed away the thoughts. They were way too different from her normal self depreciation and loathing that it was actually starting to freak her out a little. She needed to get back to hating herself stat before she started having even weirder and abnormal feelings. She was in the process of doing so when he just had to open that big mouth of his again. She visibly jolted at his words, and her bow slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor before she could catch it. What a day this was turning out to be... | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ NOTES ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Silas Sinn on Mar 15, 2017 8:04:32 GMT
@kari || 349 words || Dying I'm A NIGHTMARE Dressed LIKE a DAYDREAM | |
[attr="class","firelight"]Silas suppressed the urge to let out a little laugh at Kari's responses, though he did seem to pause for a moment when the bow clattered. The light caught on Silas' slitted pupils, his control having slipped just enough that more of his fox-like antics and features were surfacing from his Kitsune Mimicry power. The air grew still for a moment before he reached for the bow, Kari apparently having had the same idea as her hand ended up atop his, with his having reached the bow only a split second before she had. Silas felt his own face flush and his heart thumped loudly in his ears as the pair froze like that, neither wanting to move but neither knowing how to go about separating either.
Silas was busy trying to keep his emotions from getting out of control, and was only when he felt a sharp pain at his tailbone that he realized he'd completely lost control of his transformation, and was now just about as kitsune as he could get without his twin tails. He knew instinctively that his fox ears were present and center, the spots where his human ones had been now overshadowed and covered by his hair as he momentarily diverted his mental focus into regaining his usual human form.
Kari probably would've thought the alternate form rather adorable if she'd seen it.
It took a few moments like that for him to force himself into a fully-human form, though his shadow still betrayed the form he had almost undertaken. Wasn't a whole lot he could do about that currently, what with how he and Kari were still kind of processing the situation they were in.
Speaking of which, for once Silas didn't have something stupidly charming to say. Not that he could trust himself to speak without tripping over his words right now.
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