((This scene is taken from play between Valcroix, Nazareth, and myself. Guest starring: Val and Neth's mother, Maetron.))
Val smacked the doorframe with his palm. His mouth wiggles; almost a smile. "Finally," he sighs, and turns back to the living room. The space was again decent. The boards were reset, the holes were filled and Val looked at the swervy lines in his palms and his mouth was no longer wiggling. Eyes of sanguine filter to the curtains. The morning was coming in with blue and wet orange. Val stepped up and peeled the curtain away and squinted through the glass. A sickness was rolling and folding and jumping in him. His mouth wiggles and his blood rolled and jumped. He turns towards the door. He lifts his hands and stares at the swervy lines in his palms.
Valcroix's attempts to fix the boards that were ruined by himself and her brother had kept her up. She finally decided to crawl out of bed; bare feet scooted across their modest carpeting and carried her off to the bathroom. Fingers clutched the handle to turn on the tap, and palms scooped up tiny handfuls of water and brought them to her face. Cavities were an easy fix to someone like her, teeth would always grow back once plucked out, but the immortal couldn't give up the feeling of clean teeth and the taste of minty fresh breath. A toothbrush was popped into her mouth and it grinded across the surface of honed choppers. Brush, brush, brush, spit, rinse, sigh for effect, and her morning was complete. A brush was pulled through her hair, and the tangles reminded her"
She'd stopped caring about hygiene since her father poisoned her with his blood" She'd got angry when she hit a tangle, and she would crack mirrors with either a brush or a punch' That her temper was damn near out of control, as fiery as the red eyes that were brought out in the wake of her father's blood tainting her own" She raised them to the mirror"and she screamed.
Val crept to the front door. Static in the air, like an electric balloon, like a miasma. He crept and one of the new boards creaked. He reached for the knob. Did not turn it. Small eyes pierce the door, like he could see through it. Martyr shrieks and the pitchy cry carries straight up the boards and hits Val's feet like a sonic shark fin on wooden seas. This breaks his stupor and he quickly hops towards the bathroom to check on what was the matter. He leans halfway into the room. "Hey' What' Are you alright?"
A smile, stupid and too large was waiting for him just beneath wide and once again violet eyes. "B-better than alright!" Martyr shrieked with glee, and was practically bouncing in place on the tips of her toes. All at once, she was bounding over toward him the fabric of her shirt rising up with her arms but not quite showing waist as she latched herself around his shoulders and squealed again. "I'm n-normal again! M-my eyes are b-back to n-normal and I d-didn't w-wake up g-grumpy!"
The possibilities that lay in the front of her mind were endless, or so it seemed. "Oh, I w-want to go out to d-dinner! And see m-my friends! I w-want to hold M-max again! T-take her to the p-park! Oh the three of us c-can g-go out!" She clung to him, taking in his scent and for the first time in a couple weeks, appreciating it. The immortal buried her face into his neck and sighed happily. "I'm so happy r-right n-now?" Martyr mumbled blissfully.
Val smacked the doorframe with his palm. His mouth wiggles; almost a smile. "Finally," he sighs, and turns back to the living room. The space was again decent. The boards were reset, the holes were filled and Val looked at the swervy lines in his palms and his mouth was no longer wiggling. Eyes of sanguine filter to the curtains. The morning was coming in with blue and wet orange. Val stepped up and peeled the curtain away and squinted through the glass. A sickness was rolling and folding and jumping in him. His mouth wiggles and his blood rolled and jumped. He turns towards the door. He lifts his hands and stares at the swervy lines in his palms.
Valcroix's attempts to fix the boards that were ruined by himself and her brother had kept her up. She finally decided to crawl out of bed; bare feet scooted across their modest carpeting and carried her off to the bathroom. Fingers clutched the handle to turn on the tap, and palms scooped up tiny handfuls of water and brought them to her face. Cavities were an easy fix to someone like her, teeth would always grow back once plucked out, but the immortal couldn't give up the feeling of clean teeth and the taste of minty fresh breath. A toothbrush was popped into her mouth and it grinded across the surface of honed choppers. Brush, brush, brush, spit, rinse, sigh for effect, and her morning was complete. A brush was pulled through her hair, and the tangles reminded her"
She'd stopped caring about hygiene since her father poisoned her with his blood" She'd got angry when she hit a tangle, and she would crack mirrors with either a brush or a punch' That her temper was damn near out of control, as fiery as the red eyes that were brought out in the wake of her father's blood tainting her own" She raised them to the mirror"and she screamed.
Val crept to the front door. Static in the air, like an electric balloon, like a miasma. He crept and one of the new boards creaked. He reached for the knob. Did not turn it. Small eyes pierce the door, like he could see through it. Martyr shrieks and the pitchy cry carries straight up the boards and hits Val's feet like a sonic shark fin on wooden seas. This breaks his stupor and he quickly hops towards the bathroom to check on what was the matter. He leans halfway into the room. "Hey' What' Are you alright?"
A smile, stupid and too large was waiting for him just beneath wide and once again violet eyes. "B-better than alright!" Martyr shrieked with glee, and was practically bouncing in place on the tips of her toes. All at once, she was bounding over toward him the fabric of her shirt rising up with her arms but not quite showing waist as she latched herself around his shoulders and squealed again. "I'm n-normal again! M-my eyes are b-back to n-normal and I d-didn't w-wake up g-grumpy!"
The possibilities that lay in the front of her mind were endless, or so it seemed. "Oh, I w-want to go out to d-dinner! And see m-my friends! I w-want to hold M-max again! T-take her to the p-park! Oh the three of us c-can g-go out!" She clung to him, taking in his scent and for the first time in a couple weeks, appreciating it. The immortal buried her face into his neck and sighed happily. "I'm so happy r-right n-now?" Martyr mumbled blissfully.