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 Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 11:09 am
For: Fathle, Ekundayo, Vivi, && Shepard
Place: Durem local park
Time: Evening
Fathle had wondered every now and then if Ekundayo would ever tire going to the park. Whenever he suggested another recreational place, however, she would always look up at him, her golden eyes blinking with surprise and amusement.
“No, thank you,” she said with a kind of stubbornness that children sometimes got when they had gotten to love one thing and were not open to something new. Fathle never pressed her and took her hand; his other hand held a large loaf of bread for the fishes that Ekundayo had grown very fond of. The sun was just beginning to drop behind the old cityscape of Durem and was casting long shadows around the freshly cut grass. Ekundayo was glad to see that the park was back to its pretty self once more; the only evidence of the strange and vicious storm that had hit was a freshly packed-in hole which once held a tree.
Fathle took up his usual station at one of the park benches before carefully rationing out some soft bread into Ekundayo’s out stretched hands. His red eyes watched her carefully and the rest of the people enjoying the park the evening.
“Hello,” Ekundayo said to the fishes with a smile as she wiggled her fingers in the cool waters of the small pond. They curiously nibbled at her fingers and she giggled before rewarding them with some bread. She floated around the edge of the water, watching the plump, scaled forms follow her crumbs. “Oh, look, Faye,” Ekundayo said as she spotted a pretty pebble and took it back to her guardian. “This can go in our jar.”
Fathle carefully took the pebble and examined it before smiling at Ekundayo; he was very pleased that she had grown to like the idea of the jar so much. “Thank you, Ekundayo. It’s beautiful,” he said before tucking the pebble safely in his pocket. He watched his charge go back towards the water before he let his eyes go back to his small book.
This was how their evenings usually went at the park. Fathle would read at the bench while Ekundayo played by the water and drifted back to her guardian for more bread or to drop off something of interest.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 11:44 am
"... and then we broke it. Honestly, we look about twelve years old..."
Voices, disjointed pieces of conversation, floated in on the horizon. It was always like this in the park; people flowing by with as much careless ease as the ducks in the pond, visible for only a few long moments before heading away again. A gaggle of joggers passed on the path behind Fathle and Ekundayo, their conversations mingling on the night air. And behind them, as if giving chase, a ring of sweet, feminine laughter.
"Bah! Can not anyone accidentally break a kite?" This voice, French in intonation and lilting in quality, became slightly louder as it neared. A strange series of thumping noises followed the sound -- tara-thump, tara-thump, and then another peal of somewhat breathless laughing. The owner of the voice, a beautifully dark-featured, petite woman in a blood red shirt and black skinny jeans, was cartwheeling with a cheerful grace.
"Sorry, I meant we now look eight years old," came the first voice, softer and deeper and more masculine. This creature -- a tall, broad specimen of a man, with strange colored eyes and a stubbled jaw -- was holding the remains of a newspaper kite, broken in the middle. His jeans were grass-stained and rolled up to mid-calf, and the sleeves of his grey hoodie were shoved carelessly to his elbows. He looked both rough and boyish, like he'd taken a few happy tumbles down a large hill. "Stop a sec, lemme fix this. Or we can cannibalize it for a boat or something. Go feed the fish, it'll take me just a minute."
"Mm~" The Frenchwoman murmured an agreeable note, and for the first time, turned to face the water. "In that case, I -- oh!"
And a stretch of silence followed as the two realized they were not only not alone, but in the presence of -- yet another -- Raevan and Guardian pair.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 10:51 pm
She turned her head at the sound of laughter and… a strange voice. Well, not really strange but different. This was the first time Ekundayo had heard an accent. Faye’s voice was smooth but there was no inflection in it that made it stand out other than its enigmatic quality. The Raevan ‘s golden eyes focused on a beautiful woman and a man with grass-stained jeans; both of them looked and acted so carefree that Ekundayo found herself smiling as she watched them. She eventually turned her head back toward the goldfishes as she began to run out of bread.
“That’s all for you, tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll be back, okay?” she said to the large school of fishes that were breaking the surface of the water with their hopeful, gaping mouths. Ekundayo brushed off her tan fingers before floating back toward Fathle. It was then she noticed that the woman and the man were now watching her. She had gotten used to strangers staring at her with awe or curiosity so she merely smiled at their stares before she stopped next to her guardian’s bench.
Fathle looked up from his book and smiled at Ekundayo as he set it down. He took her hand and squeezed it.
“Done already?” he asked.
The Raevan nodded and explained that she didn’t want the goldfishes to get too full or they may not eat the bread tomorrow. Fathle chuckled softly.
“Oh, I don’t know, my dear. I think they could eat a few more slices… Would you like some more?”
“Mmm, no thank you,” Ekundayo said.
“Then what shall we do?”
She didn’t answer as she took her guardian’s hand and gently tugged at it, smiling at him. Fathle complied and picked up his book and the bread before walking with Ekundayo.
“There’s a woman here that speaks different,” she mentioned as she watched a bug flutter away from her guardian’s feet.
“Different?”
“Yes… I don’t know why. She’s there with a man,” Ekundayo answered as she turned her head to look at the pair again. “They were watching me too. Like most people do.”
Fathle followed his charge’s gaze, his red eyes immediately finding the petite, dark-haired woman with her male companion. His expression was that of polite curiosity but something protective flickered in his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 5:11 pm
A flat scowl had twisted its way onto the man's face as his companion had slowly wheeled back around to face him, her own expression one of intense curiosity. Her eyes were dancing as she beckoned him to come and say hello with her, but he all but dug his feet into the ground, half-turning away from the Raevan as she had slowly begun to float back to her guardian.
"No." Shepard finally hissed under his breath, fiddling idly with the kite in his hands, pretending he was talking about it, or virtually anything else. He ducked his head slightly to keep his voice under the chirping of nearby crickets. "Vivi! Not every Raevan and guardian are a bloody welcome wagon. If you don't know them, we're gonna keep walking."
It was like trying to deter a cat from a piece of fish. Vivi smiled brightly as ever in the face of Shepard's scowl, and she was -- what was she -- she was waving, waggling her fingers prettily, at the Raevan and her guardian. To Shepard's immense chagrin, it would seem they had been noticed. "Oh, come now!" the Frenchwoman whispered sharply back, patting the Aussie's exposed forearm. "Are we not eight years old? Do we not talk with interesting strangers?"
"I think we're categorically warned away from that!"
"Bonsoir~" Vivi unsurprisingly ignored him and turned fully to the strangers. "Is this not a beautiful night?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:47 pm
Fathle’s eyes flicked upward at the cheerful greeting that was intoned with an accent that he placed as heavily French. The pair turned toward the dark-haired woman. Ekundayo hung a bit behind Fathle and held onto his pale arm; she was not as laconic or shy as when she first came under the man’s charge but she was still a bit introverted every now and again. Especially around this woman. Ekundayo found her to be stunningly pretty like the women she saw in magazines dressed in bizarre clothing. After becoming accustomed to her presence, her golden eyes looked over at her companion. He was very tall but still a bit shorter than her guardian and she could feel a confusing mass of negative emotions seething from him. It was like being brushed by a prickly bush over and over again. It was a definite change from the happy, bubbly mood she could feel coming from the petite woman. Ekundayo ventured a look up at the man’s face and offered a tentative smile, not sure why he was feeling so… uncomfortable.
“Yes, it is, madam, but I find my attention being taken by something more beautiful,” Fathle said with a small smile. “May I be of service to you in any way?” he asked, his red eyes flicking between the two.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 8:27 pm
Great.
Just great.
Vivi had gone and done the thing again. It was like, Shepard thought darkly, the whole of Gaia was swarming with these Raevan-guardian pairs, just waiting in the bushes for he and Vivi to pass by. Now forced, Shepard turned slightly and got a better look at the group that Vivi had hurled her society upon. Damn her!
Squinting in the growing dark, Shepard inwardly goggled at the pair before him. First, there was this massive man who looked almost as unreal as a Raevan himself, with his gargantuan height, marble skin, and bizarrely colored eyes. He seemed to exude an air of calmness and self control the likes of which most saints might have envied. He was... how could Shepard put it? Rather like a Roman statue, brought to life and dressed in a suit. And peeking around from behind him was a Raevan that the Aussie didn't feel entirely sure he wanted to look at further, as soon as his eyes snapped down to her.
The sight of her, all unruly golden hair and large, innocent eyes, made his heart twist in uncomfortably sympathetic ways. He could feel his scowl deepening as her eyes travelled from Vivi to him -- and then she went and attempted to smile at him, which made him have a crawling feeling that he wanted to hurl himself off the nearest cliff. She was, in short, the embodiment of everything he feared in having his own Raevan: completely and terminally adorable.
His hands tightened on his kite. "Pleasant night," he said. Did he say that? Shepard wasn't particularly sure. It sounded like that, at least.
And then the massive guardian went and spoke, his voice deep and cool and distant, just the way it should have been. Shepard's eyes went glassy as he heard the compliment and he groaned inwardly. Oh, come on.
The pleasant sound of Vivi's laughter floated to his ears and commanded his attention, and when he looked down at her, dumb horror spread throughout him. She was all flattered, flirtatious smiles, and she was peering up at St. Marbleman through her lashes in a positively French manner.
To Vivi, nothing could have been more agreeable. Here was a pleasant man who was fast proving himself to be extremely charming and obliging, and his charge, who was captivatingly beautiful and so heart-meltingly docile...
"It is of course the fireflies over the pond to which you refer, n'est pas?" she said in her coy manner, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. "You must forgive us, of course -- we wanted only to say hello and introduce ourselves to fellow members of Lab 305. And I was so enchanted by the sight of your petit oiseau~"
She took a few of graceful steps toward Fathle like a dancer approaching a patron, her posture irreproachable and her gait light and easy, as though floating weightlessly on air. "I am Vivette LaCelle, called Vivi, and this is my good friend, Shepard Ryan. And you, monsieur, mademoiselle?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:12 pm
Ekundayo watched Shepard with some apprehension as she felt his mood shift. She could only explain the transition as like watching a raindrop clinging to a glass but finally, quickly running down the clear surface. For a moment, it was hard for her to decipher exactly what she was feeling from the tall man until she realized she had felt it from Cordelia. It was… fear? She blinked. It wasn’t like her friend’s kind of fear. This was different. It was almost like a softer brand of fear. As she realized this, Ekundayo relaxed a little. Maybe that was why Shepard was so uncomfortable and feeling negative. Her smile strengthened a little bit; she wanted to strip the man of his unease, like she had for Cordelia when they had first met. Ekundayo did not necessarily wonder why a man would be uncomfortable around her but she just wanted to take that feeling away.
Fathle smiled as Vivi expertly batted away his compliment toward the fireflies. “Ah, Ms. Vivi, I believe I recognize your name from the list the Lab keeps of its guardians. And Mr. Ryan…” He said with a small bow of his head. As the lithe woman approached, he deepened his bow before taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it and letting go.
“My name is Farael Lekabel, but I go by Fathle, and this is my lovely charge, Ekundayo. It is a pleasure…”
By this time, Ekundayo had slowly pulled away from her guardian and was no longer clinging to his pale arm.
“Hello,” she said. Ekundayo glanced up at Fathle before looking at Vivi. “You’re very pretty,” she added shyly. “And you both speak different. It's very... I like to hear you talk” She smiled as she glanced over at Shepard again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:41 pm
Dear lord, his scowl's usual powers of frightening off adorably docile creatures seemed to be having a bizarro effect on this Raevan. As Dayo's smile grew stronger, Shepard felt an immense pressure to look away from her winsome face and wholesome, friendly smile. He took a few slow steps behind Vivi, his gaze unable to tear immediately away from that sweet childlike grin, both his hands still on the broken newspaper kite. With effort, he turned his attentions fully to Fathle -- his expression quickly changing to one of bemusement. Was this overgrown marble dipstick kissing Vivi's hand, like he was from the bloody 1800s?
"A pleasure." Shepard said with a somewhat nonplussed nod toward the man.
"Enchante, indeed, monsieur," Vivi replied a good deal more earnestly, her smile warm as her hand dropped back to her side. Unlike her companion, Vivi found Fathle's manners beyond charming, his refinement refreshing. He was the sort of man she would bet left a devastation of hearts and wistful sighs in his wake as he moved through life, most of which were purely crafted of wishful thinking. Vivi liked him already very much.
She turned to his charge and offered her hand to shake, but before she could begin a salutation, Ekundayo was speaking to her. The Frenchwoman laughed again, this time more softly and sweetly. "Thank you very much indeed, mademoiselle Ekundayo! I must say that you are quite a little beauty, yourself, and what a lovely name you have!" The pale light was reflecting off of the Raevan's skin; she seemed wholly otherworldly in her clear, clean beauty. Vivi admired her unabashedly.
"Aa, it is that the Shepard and I talk differently because we are not from here originally. I am from France, and have spoken the French most of my life! It will not leave me, even when I speak other languages. The Shepard, he is from Australia, and his speech has always been in such a way. But we are pleased that it is enjoyable to you, petit oiseau."
"Absolutely." Shepard put in his two cents belatedly, looking not quite at Ekundayo.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:24 pm
Ekundayo blushed softly at Vivi’s compliment; she had heard comments on her beauty so many times but to hear it from this woman was like hearing one for the first time.
“Thank you… Oh, I think I remember France and Australia. I have a tutor and he’s teaching me about different places,” she added shyly though there was a note of pride in her voice. Ekundayo turned back to Fathle, glancing up at her guardian with a smile before holding onto his arm once more.
“Ekundayo and I were just enjoying the simple pleasures of the park. Perhaps you would like to stay and join our small party until the sun’s departure forces us inside?” Fathle asked at this small pause in the conversation, gently squeezing the hand that was holding his arm.
“We have bread too. I fed the goldfishes but they’re always hungry,” Ekundayo chirped from Fathle’s side. Her golden eyes drifted over to Shepard for a moment and it was then she finally noticed what he was holding in his hands after getting used to his swarthy aura. It looked like a… kite. It did not look very similar to the one that Fathle had once bought her but the basic things were all there. Ekundayo blinked, glancing up at Shepard’s face. The kite seemed to be broken.
“However, if you cannot, we will underst--”
“Oh no,” Ekundayo blurted out, not being able to help herself. Fathle turned his head to look over at her with a small frown.
“What is it, my heart?”
“His kite….” Ekundayo said hesitantly, feeling bad for interrupting her guardian like that. “I’m sorry.” Her apology seemed to be directed at both Fathle and Shepard.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:21 pm
She was utterly, completely enthralling.
The thought was so clearly communicated between Shepard and Vivi at that moment, it may as well have hung from them as a banner. Turning just slightly, Vivi's dark eyes found her companion's in the pale light for just a moment, and it was all there in their expressions: Shepard's scowl faded like old marks on a stone, Vivi's parted lips and twinkling eyes imparting her unveiled admiration. The little eagle was captivating in her faded, innocent pride, her sweetness of bearing, her...
...she was completely unspoiled, Shepard thought as he pulled his gaze back up to the Raevan.
"Merci, merci! We are so very charmed, monsieur, mademoiselle, to spend some extra time getting to know you~." Vivi's voice saved Shepard the effort of speaking for another moment, but as the Raevan's gaze turned suddenly to the kite in his hands, he cleared his throat and made a go of it.
"It's broken," he clarified.
"Yes, but it is no matter, lovely one. The Shepard, he can fix it. Or build us a new one, even! He really is quite clever with such things." Vivi broke in generously; she took a step or two to the waiting bench that Fathle had previously been sitting upon and sat, patting the seat beside her. She was well acquainted with Shepard's particular shortcomings concerning the more fantastically adorable creatures in the world, and was quite willing to do a little covering for him. She was, however, adamant that he make strives to move past his mental gridlock -- their Raevan, if it turned out to be a female, could certainly posses this Kryptonic level of loveliness. Best for him to face it now, rather than later.
Vivi turned her face up at the tall guardian and smiled amicably. "Perhaps I could impose upon you, Mssr. Lekabel?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:02 pm
Ekundayo could feel the mood around them lift comparatively, making her feel buoyant. The change had occurred after the two looked at each other. Her small frown of worry slowly melted as Vivi explained that there was nothing to worry about. Shepard would fix it.
“Oh, I am glad,” she said with a smile as she watched the enchanting woman move toward the bench Fathle had just been reading upon. Her golden eyes turned up toward her guardian and a wordless exchange occurred between them.
“Ekundayo, perhaps you would like to introduce Mr. Ryan to your goldfishes,” he suggested gently. The Raevan nodded immediately.
“Yes! And maybe I can help him with his kite,” she said.
“Of course. I am sure he would be glad of any assistance.” Fathle’s red eyes flicked over to Shepard momentarily. It was subtle but it was a warning. She was his dearest and he would not tolerate anything untoward. “Here you are, my dear.” He pressed the small bag of bread into Ekundayo’s hand before offering his nod of consent. The Raevan immediately floated over to Shepard with a happy smile. She noted that he was almost as tall as her own guardian and had to look up at him.
“I hope you can fix your kite…” she said shyly. "I don't know very much about kites but I will help you if I can."
Fathle turned his attention to Vivi and smiled. “My lady, I do not believe you could ever impose on anyone. Your beauty will only serve as an incentive,” he said as he sat down, careful not to invade on Vivi’s personal space. “I am glad you have approached us this night. I am always interested to meet anyone that is connected to the Lab.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:39 pm
What -- what was that look?
Shepard's own expression tugged and became somewhat flat for a mere moment as his eyes met Fathle's -- part of him could understand the feeling, but another part of him was indignant to be treated (even for a moment!) as some thinly-veiled member of the underworld that might slick back their hair and greasily seduce a young lady into the bushes at any moment if not watched like a hawk. At that moment, with a kite in his rough hands, his hair rumpled, and his clothes so disheveled, Shepard felt more like a kid than an adult, anyhow -- somewhere on this Raevan's level, perhaps, or at least a touch closer.
Besides, he wondered -- who the hell would pull anything on this girl? Ekundayo looked like the sort of creature that would compel a man to behave like a knight rather than a knave. The sort of creature that brought out one's best, or at least something close to it. But maybe that was what had happened to this Fathle guy, somewhere along the way. Maybe she made him into what he was, formality and chivalry and all.
"No worries about the kite, yeh?" Shepard said briefly, taking a slow step closer to Ekundayo. He turned the thing over to give her a better look at its rudimentary shape, his own eyes dropped to the diamond-shaped figure. "It's just newspaper and dowels. Nothing special, y'see? It's a nice kite, but not a heartbreaker. But if you want to help, we could make it into something even better." He looked up at her and took a stab at a smile -- a soft one, a friendly one, very young and startlingly sweet.
Vivi viewed the actions between the others, a pleased grin hovering at her lips, until Fathle sat beside her and took her attention away. Closer as she was to him now, she had full opportunity to admire him -- he was a particularly striking sort of man, achingly attractive in a powerful sort of way. She had images of women having the vapors and fainting liberally onto reclined couches...
"My, but you are an unrepentant charmer, I see, my new friend," Vivi laughed appealingly, leaning slightly into the space between them. "How lovely to meet such people in the Lab -- but then, everyone I have met has been so terribly obliging and kind so far. It is a rather lucky little band, is it not?" She inclined her head slightly to look at Fathle better, and her hair tumbled from her shoulders. "Tell me, how long have you been with your lovely little Ekundayo?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:29 pm
Fathle smiled. "I received a letter of notification in March so... Ekundayo has been under my care for about six months." He turned his red eyes to Vivi, truly taking her in without having his attention divided. She was beautiful in a robust sort of way. There was nothing subtle about her features. It was like looking at a waterfall; an impression of her beauty could be garnered immediately. As her hair fell around her, Fathle caught the scent of perfume and... oranges? He wasn't able to censor his mind as he vaguely wondered if he would be able to taste a sweet bounty from her blood. "And may I correctly assume that you have yet to receive your Raevan?" he asked while his eyes flicked briefly to Ekundayo and Shepard. A protective habit and something to pull his thoughts away from the woman's warm, softly scented skin.
It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that Ekundayo would have been happy to just listen to Shepard talk. His accent was refreshing and curious in the best sort of way. She was particularly sure that the Australian could make her grammer and English studies with Marcus a lot more interesting.
"Okay," she said, meeting eyes with Shepard and finding a smile on his lips that only served to swell the one already on her face. The Raevan fluttered her wings slightly as she closed the distance and slowly took one of his work-worn hands in hers shyly. Ekundayo glanced back up at Shepard, her golden eyes catching the happy lift of her mouth and making them glow very softly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:49 pm
"In March?" Vivi's eyebrows rose slightly and her expression became pleased. If she had noticed anything change about Fathle's gaze, she certainly didn't show it. Something was alert inside her that there was something rather... different... about the man she was keeping company with, but there was no buzz of alarm accompanying it in her head. And, as ever, she loved the mark of strangeness, no matter how hidden or mild. "That is just when I got my bottle and vial. It seems we may have become fortunate at around the same time, then, non? The Shepard and I, we are now simply waiting for our Raevan to arrive. I am impatient to meet him or her!"
Shepard just barely kept himself from freezing as Ekundayo's slim hand tucked into his; his eyebrows raised and he shot a look down at his hand as though surprised to find he had one. He worried suddenly, ridiculously, about closing his fingers around hers in case he somehow harmed her. So instead, he cleared his throat and shuffled his kite in his free hand. There was no way to fix it one-handed, and he couldn't drop her so-shyly-offered hand...
"Let's go feed the fish, yeh?" he suggested, slowly towing his adorable cargo toward the water's edge. "And then we'll give the kite a proper send off."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:51 pm
Fathle had nearly forgotten about the vial and bottle process of creating a Raevan; he had taken for granted the fact that Ekundayo came to him fully formed - or rather - as a corporeal person.
"May I ask what your Raevan's soul and essence are?" he asked. As he waited, Fathle registered for the first time that Vivi continued to refer to Shepard as the Shepard. It was an odd way to say a companion's name. His red eyes lingered on the French woman. Fathle wondered if they were romantically together, however, he could sense no higher attachment from Vivi's side other than just friendship.
Ekundayo was so content to be holding hands with the other man that she didn't seem to really register his surprise or mild worry. She just smiled at his suggestion and nodded.
"Okay," she said happily, gently swinging their hands together as her other hand gripped the end of the plastic bread bag tightly. Ekundayo eventually let go of Shepard's hand to break off pieces of bread to throw in the water but not before she pressed a slice of white bread into the man's hand. She threw a few pieces and the fishes rose to the surface half-heartedly and nibbled a little bit before losing interest.
"Um... maybe we should go over here. I think they're full," she said, turning to Shepard and gripping the very tips of his fingertips and guiding him toward the other side of the small pond where a few ducks were floating on the calm surface.
She left the Australian's side again to throw a few pieces of bread at the birds before her interest was taken by tiny frogs that plopped around near the water.
"Oh!" she exclaimed before she floated back toward Shepard to show him her cupped hands. Ekundayo slowly opened them and a small greenish-brown frog carefully crawled out.
"They are so small," she said with a smile. "Would you like to hold him?"
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